When it comes to fighting, Jiang Wang will never hesitate.
Almost at the same time as Zhang Yong took steps, he had already drawn his sword close to him.
The Sauvignon Blanc shone with a cold light and drew a straight line across the front of Zhang Yong.
When a famous person falls down, he does not change his style.
Ten years of poverty, one revenge!
This is Jiang Wang's sword that has become even more powerful after integrating Chao Yu's hidden sword style for ten years.
When the sword is raised, the cold light still turns, but when the person approaches, the cold light has disappeared.
And that horizontal line...has already fallen in front of Zhang Yong.
The thin line is the difference between life and death.
But at this moment, Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly widened!
Those were eyes as dark as the middle of the night.
He looked at the horizontal line, looking at the horizontal line with eyes that concealed all emotions.
The night passed quickly in his eyes.
And as the night passed in his eyes, the horizontal line Jiang Wang had cut disappeared.
It seems to have...melted into the night!
Jiang Wang, this is no ordinary sword!
Even if it is not as good as Chao Yu's peak ten-year sword kill, the killing power has increased sharply, far better than the previous sword.
If this sword faced Lei Zhanqian, Lei Zhanqian could only fight with Lei Xi, and it would not be easy.
Jiang Wang had been holding the sword for a long time. Facing Zhang Yong, who had not been in contact with him for a while, and did not know the depth of the sword, he directly struck out with a sword that he had just mastered. Although it was not a sure thing, he still had a certain degree of confidence.
But it was "melted" so easily.
Zhang Yong's pupil technique is completely different from his performance in the battle at Yunwu Mountain.
But Jiang Wang, of course, would not cower.
His first sword failed to achieve any success, and he didn't even tremble at all. He simply stepped forward and crushed the blue clouds in this small space.
With a leisurely posture, he turned to Zhang Yong's side.
He leaned forward and his eyes became sharp in an instant. The relaxed feeling faded away and turned into a very oppressive posture, with the tip of the sword reaching the person's waist.
This sword is for the old general who will fight to the death alone in his old age.
Zhang Yong also turned his eyes and looked at Jiang Wang this time.
Jiang Wang had obviously tried his best to avoid looking into his eyes, but Zhang Yong still caught his gaze easily.
Yes.
This feeling……
It was as if his own eyes were solidified and controlled by Zhang Yong's eyes. The two eyes of the two people were connected together.
It was almost like Wang Ao's performance of breaking the blood king's gaze with one punch!
Of course, this does not mean that Zhang Yong can have the same strength as Wang Ao. After all, Jiang Wang is far from comparable to the Blood King. But the pupil technique is better at controlling the gaze, and at the same time, his pupil technique has indeed reached an unfathomable level.
In front of Jiang Wang's eyes, a dark night appeared.
It was an endless, deep night. The distant fear is spreading infinitely.
The sword is still in his hand, and the power of the sword is still concentrated, but the opponent is nowhere to be found!
This is not Bao Bozhao's lightless magical power, or the light being annihilated and falling into darkness. It is a "dark night" that directly affects the spiritual level.
Having eyes makes you ignorant.
And Jiang Wang stepped forward, willing to walk into the dark night!
The voice of the Immortal State, open!
The sight goes into the dark night, and the mind affected by the eyes is also in the dark night.
But hearing is in reality!
Thousands of voices come to court, and I hear them all!
In the world of darkness, there are only two heartbeats, and the sound is so clear.
The breathing of the two of them was gentle, but flowed into their ears.
Jiang Wang's expression did not change, he directly drew his sword horizontally, and another famous sword fell.
Without the hidden sword, the essence of this sword is certainly not as good as before.
But facing Zhang Yong, who may be involved in the assassination of Qi Jun, Jiang Wang has no intention of holding back.
Chong Xuan Sheng's reminder still rang in his ears, and he suspected that the other party was waiting here on purpose to greet him today.
The solemnity and tranquility in this Protector's Palace, after all, in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, will make people relax their vigilance.
But at the same time, it is not an imperial temple, and there will be no strong people watching it.
If you think about it...it's really a very suitable place.
He ruined Cui Zhu's affairs, leaving Cui Zhu with no choice but to assassinate him. The forces behind Cui Zhu would inevitably be resentful of him. So it's not impossible to find an opportunity to assassinate him.
So this time, Sauvignon Blanc’s sword is wrapped with a wisp of frost!
The sword can touch the thin line between life and death, but if the wind blows away your life, it will be destroyed.
Jiang Wang's sword was already a decisive blow, but it didn't stop there.
In the second inner palace, there was also a flash of black and white light.
Since there are only two people facing each other, it seems that my life and death have gone astray!
Judging from all the sound-hearing information such as blood flow, muscle collision, and Dao Yuan surge, Zhang Yong had a total of seven choices at this time.
And if he goes astray, make a left turn for him!
Jiang Wang's sword style remained unchanged, and he still oppressed the opponent with the help of a poor celebrity. Bu Zhoufeng rose up from his sword and quietly formed a killing nail, which went straight to the right to kill!
It should be over...
In a battle of this level, one wrong move could mean the difference between life and death.
Judging from the sounds received in the sravaka state...
The opponent is moving forward!
Misguided approach has failed! ?
Jiang Wang had this terrifying thought in his heart.
This is something that is enough to make many monks lose their minds on the spot. The misguided approach they regarded as relying on failed to achieve results when they should have made achievements!
But this did not affect Jiang Wang's battle.
He believes in the wrong path, but he believes in himself even more.
Almost instinctively, he pulled back the sword light and thrust straight forward with a youthful and frivolous attitude!
This is the most arrogant and arrogant sword style among all human sword styles.
At this moment, Jiang Wang's courage is most demonstrated!
People are not frivolous and waste their youth!
puff!
The sound of a sword penetrating into flesh.
What surprised Jiang Wang more than any other result was...
Today, Zhang Yong showed strong combat power, terrifying eye skills, and was even immune to the influence of misguided paths.
His sword pierced his heart directly!
In the sound of Zhang Yong's hard breathing, the night dispersed.
Jiang Wang faced him.
Looking at Zhang Yong's pale face instantly.
Jiang Wang had a clear understanding in his heart——
Zhang Yong had already made a decision to die here today.
It's not like he knew Jiang Wang's magical powers in advance, nor could he ignore the impact of his misguided approach.
At that moment, his body did have choices. As a strong man, he instinctively preset many choices in battle.
But in his heart, there was only one choice.
As long as he dies, he just wants to die, so the wrong path will be ineffective!
But...why?
Didn't he come here as Cui Zhu's accomplice to ambush him?
Why would he take the initiative to die by his own sword again?
Jiang Wang had many doubts in his heart.
And Zhang Yong's body suddenly began to disintegrate!
Disintegrate like Cui Zhu did the day before yesterday!
A huge warning sign came out, Jiang Wang drew out his long sword, crushed the Qingyun mark, and retreated!
In almost one step, he retreated to the entrance of the Lingci Temple.
But Zhang Yong, whose body, soul, and longevity had already begun to disintegrate, did not pursue him.
"Ho ho ho, ho ho ho."
He just spit out blood and smiled with difficulty.
He doesn't seem to be as decisive as Cui Zhu, so he doesn't disintegrate quickly.
His hand began to disintegrate from the fingertips.
And he looked at his disappearing hand with sad eyes.
Jiang Wang had already decided to withdraw from the Protector Hall and go to the Emperor's Temple to bring reinforcements. But somehow, he slowed down.
"Look, you are kind."
Zhang Yong raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Wang who had retreated to the door, and smiled inexplicably: "You still have compassion for me."
"I don't quite understand." Jiang Wang was confused at this time. If Zhang Yong came to the Protector Hall today to retaliate against Cui Zhu on behalf of the forces behind him, why didn't he take action in this state? This should be his strongest state and his last chance.
He asked: "Why are you doing this?"
"Why..." Zhang Yong said softly: "Yes, why?"
His expression was so melancholy.
Jiang Wang obviously didn't know his true identity, his story, or what he wanted to do.
Don't know why.
It’s actually sentimental!
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(We had great results in February. I also went into huge debt…
But we have been here all this way and it has been so difficult, how can we stop?
This is not the end!
So in March, I continue to ask for tickets! Keep working hard!
Because of the lessons learned last month, and because I am really beyond my capabilities and still owe more than a hundred chapters to be updated... the rules for adding monthly tickets will be adjusted.
This month we will use 5,000 as the base, and for each additional 1,000 votes, we will add an updated chapter!
Come on, come on, brothers and sisters! Let's work hard together.
In February, we have made the world aware of the frost. In March... please let the world know my name!
Asking for a monthly ticket! )
