Zeng Han has been tempered for more than 100 years, and he has met many colleagues, and he is no longer a person who sticks to the rules.

He knew very well that his Yin Mang's Flying Needle might not be faster than Zhang Yan's sword pill, and if he didn't take the first step, it would be difficult to gain the upper hand.

It was extremely secretive when his needle was released, fast and fast, only an imperceptible silver thread swept across the water, walked an arc, and came straight to Zhang Yan's side.

His "Xuanji Yin Mang Needle" is a pine needle in the Taihao faction, once pierced into the monk's body, there is no scar on the outside, but it only needs to be able to close the opponent's acupoints and veins in a moment, cutting off the spiritual path.

This needle is not good at frontal hard decision, but it is mainly based on trickery, which is often difficult to guard, so Zeng Han's shot this time is the gist of the imperial envoy's needle.

He was about to strike a blow, but when the flying needle arrived ten zhang away, a light like an electric sword suddenly fell, blocking the needle, and in an instant, the two collided with a spark, and fought in the air for a while, and then separated.

Zhang Yan urged his mind, and the sword pill flew back, turning into a streamer of light and circling and dancing beside him.

He sneered in his heart, Mo said that he had been really reminded by Xin Cicada before, that is, he had not been prepared, he had true knowledge in this sword pill, and he would fly out of the protector at a time of crisis, how could he be secretly injured by others?

Seeing this, Zeng Han sighed, and knew that this sneak attack would not succeed, so he simply turned the secret fight into an open attack, and no longer concealed his strength, with a little finger, a total of twenty-eight Xuanji Yin Mang Flying Needles were released together, turning into flying rays in the sky, attacking like pouring rain.

Zhang Yanshang was fighting with a monk who was in control of the flying needle for the first time, seeing that the other party was menacing, he didn't hold it up, he smiled slightly, and raised his hand a little, the sword pill vibrate, divided into seven dazzling sword lights, and went forward to meet it, and in the blink of an eye, he was strangled with the flying needle.

The twenty-eight Yin Mang Needles flickered up and down, scattered and gathered, turning into silver filaments and flying around, looking for loopholes and flaws like swimming fish, trying to drill out of the sword light net, but they were always resisted by the sword rays like floating shadows, so that they could never stand out from the sword circle.

These two people come and go, only to see the silver rain in the air, the golden rays flickering, the long whistle sound endlessly, in the dark twilight, there is also a burst of bright sparks, I don't know how many times they fought in an instant.

Many Xuanguang monks present were shocked when they saw that the two of them were fighting so fiercely, and secretly thought that if they stepped forward, no matter which one of them they faced, they would be defeated in a few moments.

Chu Jie was also amazed, and said: "In the past few years, Senior Brother Zeng Han has fought with others, and he can win in less than a few rounds with just one flying needle, this Zhang Yan is so powerful that he can fight on an equal footing with Senior Brother Zeng." ”

Qiu Ju also nodded frequently, he had also fought Zeng Han before, and knew how powerful he was, but now that he saw this scene, he also admitted that this Zhang Yan was worthy of being a disciple of Mingcang, not to mention the various methods in the door, just this flying sword technique was enough to praise.

Behind them, Shan Niangzi and Senior Sister Cai were also dazzled, although Shan Niangzi knew that Zhang Yan had killed the two doppelgangers of the Jiukui Demon King by himself, which was not comparable to ordinary monks, but she could also see beautiful eyes and ripples.

Zeng Han was more and more surprised, and said: "I will also have a lot of sword cultivators of the same generation, and even a few people are Shaoqing disciples, but in this flying sword technique, there are few people who are more skilled than this Zhang Yan." ”

Before, when he saw Zhang Yan splitting the sword pill into shadows, he didn't think about it, how could it be so simple to kill the person who could kill Beigong Hao of Chongyue Zhenguan? It is reasonable to have such a skill.

It's just that when I saw that Zhang Yan's sword momentum not only rotated freely, but it was completely changing by looking for opportunities, and there was no certain rule, I knew that I still underestimated the other party before.

He knew in his heart that although he was commanding twenty-eight flying needles at the same time, it seemed to be more clever, but the flying needles were different from sword pills, this was to abandon the right path and focus on strange methods, so it was more easy to control it. ..., and even so, he did not reach the point of distracting himself to control each flying needle, where like Zhang Yan, every sword is turning his heart at will, like an arm and a finger.

What makes him feel even worse is that although the two seem to be fighting each other now, it is an undefeated situation.

But he knew that Jian Xiu was the best at flying and blitzing, paying attention to coming like light, going away like an arrow, invading like fire, and coming like thunder. At this moment, Zhang Yan stood on top of the Immortal Mansion and did not move, obviously he was at ease, and he was far from using his true ability.

Zhang Yan only divided seven sword lights to fight this time, this is not to underestimate the other party, but now that the enemy is around, he always has to leave a few backhands to guard against others.

And when the opponent's flying needle attacked, the tricks came out one after another, and every time it came from an incredible angle, it made him have a lot of insights in his heart, and the opponent was rare, so he deliberately slowed down the sword momentum, and secretly checked the number of ways to the policy, so as to make up for the shortcomings in his swordsmanship.

Zeng Han was originally a person with extremely rich experience in fighting, although Zhang Yan did something hidden, he gradually sensed that something was wrong.

Although only a moment has passed, the opponent's sword momentum has become sharper and more mellow than before, and there is a faint counterattack in the defense, but it is not triggered, and after a few times, the sword path is more and more profound and unpredictable, and the pressure in his heart is unconsciously greater.

Zeng Han secretly said that it was not good, if he continued to fight like this, when Zhang Yan completely understood the changes in his acupuncture, how could he win?

However, he has a method that can make the speed of the flying needle explode several times in a short period of time, although it is not easy to last, but once it is within a few feet, the opponent has almost no possibility of turning the tables.

It's just that after this is used, he will also be weak and timid because of the excessive stimulation of aura, at least in a dozen breaths, if he is secretly attacked at this time, he has no power to fight back.

He felt that it would be bad for him to drag it out any longer, and that he was on the side of his fellow disciples and brothers, even if there was danger, it was enough to resist, so after thinking about it carefully, he made up his mind.

He immediately lifted a breath of spiritual energy, only pinched the magic trick, and the twenty-seven flying needles were instantly urged by a spiritual machine, and suddenly emitted a clear blue light, and the speed suddenly became fast, piercing the sword net, and killing Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, this needle momentum came extremely fast, and it might be too late to turn his sword and escape, but he would definitely be chased and killed by the downwind. How could he be like this, he immediately sneered, not only did he dodge, but pointed a little, and the seven sword rays also turned into Changhong and flew into the air, only running towards Zeng Han.

Seeing that Zhang Yan actually used such a desperate means for his life, Zeng Han was also taken aback, seeing that the flying needle was about to attack and kill Zhang Yan, if he stopped at this time, wouldn't his previous efforts be wasted?

But if he kept the needle momentum unchanged, he would certainly be able to stab Zhang Yan to death, but if he allowed the seven sword rays to kill him, he would definitely die.

At this moment, his mind turned back and forth, and in the end, he didn't dare to risk his life, so he hurriedly recalled the flying needle and stopped it on the sword path.

But this was a hasty move after all, so a sword light leaked, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Zeng Han was about to sacrifice the one-zhang big Baozhi in his hand, but he suddenly felt a void in his body, and saw the Dao Sen Sen Han slashing down on his neck, and he was suddenly frightened, thinking that he was in a catastrophe.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly felt a gray light flying on his head, and the purple light in his ancestral aperture jumped for a while, as if he was about to fly out, he raised his head suddenly, and shouted in a deep voice upward: "He Fang Rat, get out of here!"

He pointed his hand, and the brilliance flashed, slashing into a void place, but he saw a burst of mist disturbance, and two sword lights, one black and one white, flew up, blocking the sword, but the person inside the Dan couldn't hide, revealing his body.

Shen Minggu's face was ugly, and when he saw that the two of them were about to fight for their lives, he saw it clearly, and he urged the Yin Killing Knife to kill Zhang Yan, and then went to kill Zeng Han's life.

He had found a good timing and judged accurately, but he never expected that this Yin Killing Knife only flew to the top of Zhang Yan's head and spun around, as if he was afraid of something, and then turned back. When he wanted to urge again, he simply stopped paying attention to him, so that he was also noticed by Zhang Yan. ...,

However, by his intervention like this, Zeng Han escaped, the sword light was deflected, and only a bloody mouth was cut out on the shoulder, although it was drenched in blood, but he finally left a life, and hurriedly got out of the battle circle, took out the pill and took it to eat.

Zhang Yan glanced at the two flying knives and said, "Which person is my Dao who hides his head and tail so much, it turns out that he is a disciple of Chongyue Zhenguan." ”

Shen Minggu was annoyed, and said with a calm face: "Zhang Yan, the last time you made an appointment with me, I happened to have something important to leave, but I let you get away for a while, today I will want you to know the power of the Liyuan Flying Knife in my hand!"

"Oh, are you the Shen Minggu?" Zhang Yan said coldly: "Since you want to fight, why hide and hide, just make a move." ”

Shen Ming said secretly: "The Yin Killing Knife refused to kill this person, there must be something strange about this person, but I just don't use this knife, are I still afraid that he won't succeed." ”

He got up and threw himself in the air, shouted, and a fine light erupted from the top door, with twelve Liyuan Yang Knife on it and a dozen Liyuan Yin Knife on it.

He shook his sleeves, like a soldier, the twenty-four Liyuan Yin Yang Flying Knives suddenly gathered in four numbers, divided into six groups before and after, and spread out more than 30 zhang up and down, left and right.

After Zhang Yan obtained the Liyuan Yin Yang Flying Knife Technique, although he did not practice, he also knew a lot about the changes in the knife momentum, and later observed Xu Staggering's hand-to-hand, and he had already done it in his heart.

Shen Minggu fought with Zhang Yan for a few rounds, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He had watched the battle for a long time, and he had already seen clearly that Zhang Yan's sword path was a calm and defensive way, so he had already thought of a way to deal with it in his heart.

But the opponent's sword path has suddenly become extremely sharp now, very different from the stone, he only feels that every time the opponent's sword comes over, it seems to land in the vital place, taking the gap and loophole, slashing at his extremely uncomfortable place, and he was forced to tie his hands and feet at the beginning, and he couldn't show his sword momentum.

Zhang Yan was unforgiving, seeing that the sword momentum was running to the extreme, the seven sword lights were aggressive, constantly attacking, and did not give the other party a chance to fight back.

Shen Minggu misjudged and lost his move, so he fell behind, and at the beginning it seemed that he could still have a back and forth with Zhang Yan, and the sword was gradually compressed within a few zhang, barely maintaining the rules and regulations, but everyone could already see that he would be defeated sooner or later.

This scene made everyone present shocked, Shen Minggu was also famous above the East China Sea, Chongyue Zhenguan didn't even dare to say that he was victorious, but he was killed so embarrassed by Zhang Yan in just a moment, only the power to parry was left.

But Shen Minggu also has a hard time, it's not that he is really inferior to Zhang Yan too much, but a master like them fights, even if there is a little flaw exposed, once caught by the other party, if he doesn't use the magic weapon, it will be difficult to have a chance to get back.

After Zeng Han took the pill, he sat on Baozhi and breathed a few times, the injury recovered, and the qi was straightened out, and then he stood up.

He raised his eyes and saw that Shen Minggu was gritting his teeth and struggling, as if he was about to lose, his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth showed a strange smile, and with a flick of his fingers, a flying needle flew towards Zhang Yan's back.

His move was not to help Shen Minggu, with his eyes, he could naturally see the real reason why Shen Minggu was pressed and beaten, so he only needed to contain Zhang Yan a little, once Shen Minggu eased his breath, he would be able to reverse the decline, and the two would definitely be able to fight more fiercely, so that he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan didn't care about it, the sword momentum in his hand remained unchanged at all, and he only operated the Shenshen Qi Xuangong, and let the flying needle pierce directly into his body, but this needle was like encountering a layer of tenacity, and it couldn't be pierced.

Zeng Han's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly took back the flying needle, and saw that there were no blood stains on the tip of the needle, he was shocked and suspicious, and said secretly: "This Zhang Yan has a treasure coat on his body?...,

His eyes flickered, and he said, "I have sinned against this man today, and if I do not get rid of him, I will be my great enemy in the future." ”

He is also a person who can make decisions, thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, shouted, jumped into the battle circle again, took the flying needle, and killed Zhang Yan again.

Shen Minggu couldn't help but be overjoyed, although he didn't know why the other party wanted to save him, but at this moment he was close to the end of the mountain, and it was difficult to resist if he didn't take the treasure.

But Zhang Yan's offensive is like a tide, where will he have time to take the magic weapon?

In this kind of crisis, you can see the difference between the treasure of pregnancy and true knowledge and the ordinary magic weapon, and once you feel that the master's life is in danger, you will automatically come out to protect the master.

Originally, there was a Yin Killing Knife in his body, and Shen Minggu was not afraid, but now this knife didn't move for some reason, which made him feel that his life might not be saved today.

Now that Zeng Han has killed, he has seen a glimmer of hope, if he works harder, he is even very likely to join forces to slaughter Zhang Yan.

Thinking of this, he immediately refreshed his spirits and was about to regain his sword momentum.

Who knew that Zhang Yan was actually a little bit of a handle, and the seven sword rays vibrate, and suddenly separated into seven rays of brilliance, and greeted Zeng Han, while Shen Minggu had just shown signs of counterattack, but he was suppressed by him in the blink of an eye.

"This Zhang Yan can actually divide the fourteen swords in one go?"

At this moment, not only everyone present, but also Zeng Han and Shen Minggu were shocked.

Zhang Yanshi had only been fighting with Zeng Han for a while, and he was already familiar with the changes, and now he didn't need to keep his hands, his mind was urging, and the seven sword lights flew and shone brightly, coming and going, and killing Zeng Han to the point of sweat in just a moment.

Zeng Han saw that he was fighting two people alone, not only did he lose the wind, but suppressed both of them, and he was even more jealous of him in his heart.

He looked around, and saw that there were no less than 100 disciples under the Wudang Spirit Hall and the disciples of the Nanhua Sect surrounding him, and there were even more than 1,000 people watching the overseas scattered cultivation side doors, and his heart moved, so he shouted: "Why are you fellow Daoists sitting and watching! This person has the Immortal Palace Talisman with him, and whoever takes it can get this Immortal Mansion!"

Chu Jie and Qiu Ju glanced at each other, and immediately jumped into the field, and the disciples of the Wudang Spirit Hall and the Nanhua Sect also woke up and joined the battle circle one after another.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the monks who were watching the battle also seemed to see that it was cheap, and at that moment, dozens of people sacrificed the magic weapon flying sword in their hands and killed the generals together.

Zhang Yan saw that the various colors of brilliance on the sea rose and fell, and the aura was like a tide, like a raging tide, pressing his robe to hunt and move.

In the face of this menacing situation, instead of being afraid, he was aroused by the battle intent in his chest, and let out a long howl that suppressed the clouds, only to shake the sword pill away, and in an instant, sixteen brilliant sword rays rushed into the sky!

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