Go with the flow. When deciding something, people often go with the general trend. Whether it is a sword duel or a court battle, they are all determined to forge ahead and follow the blue waves. Those who go against the current may be shattered to pieces or jump over the dragon's gate.
Zhang Ling followed up with a sword in the air. He subconsciously followed the trend and used his elbows to follow suit without leaving any remaining force. In just a moment, the dagger in Zhang Ling's hand was approaching Yang Xiao's hair. The sword light flashed, but Zhang Ling, who followed the trend, was knocked away.
After retreating tens of feet, Zhang Ling stumbled, retracted his dagger, and managed to stabilize his body. He quickly recalled the moment in his mind and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't see clearly!"
Yang Xiao put the sword on his arm, glanced at Zhang Ling from behind, and reprimanded seriously: "The sword belongs to a gentleman with hundreds of soldiers. How can you carry out a sneak attack? It is really disgusting."
Zhang Ling moved the dagger forward slightly, ready to strike, and then said bluntly and without mercy: "Senior, please stop pretending. We both know who we are. If we really want to be a gentleman, then It’s also fake.”
After being struck by Zhang Ling's words, Yang Xiao was not annoyed, but smiled: "You kid, you are really my best friend."
Zhang Ling smiled in agreement, the sharp sword in his hand gathered momentum, and he pierced the air again. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yang Xiao.
"Return."
Yang Xiao shouted angrily, with a majestic momentum and a strong intimidation. The leaves fluttered, forcing Zhang Ling back. Zhang Ling held the sword tightly in his hand, feeling fearless in his heart, but his arms were shaking unconsciously. He knew very well that as the level of martial arts continued to rise, his mental power would also increase. That's why he appeared. Masters could be intimidated by just one look. Live with others. From the eyes to the whole body, the mental power traveled through the muscles and veins, and then the trembling of the arms stopped.
Zhang Ling raised his sword in the wind, took a few steps back, exerted force under his legs, and dug into the ground three-quarters of the way, not daring to make any rash advances. Zhang Ling could see from Yang Xiao's eyes that this time, he was obviously taking it seriously. Zhang Ling said respectfully: "Senior, please."
Yang Xiao didn't waste any time. He flew up without any wind around him. Although he was right in front of his eyes, he arrived behind Zhang Ling without any notice. Zhang Ling was like a gossamer, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and moved forward instead of retreating. He took a few steps closer, turned around, and swung his sword out, but was knocked away again by Yang Xiao's casual sword.
The hidden force was rising, Zhang Ling no longer evaded, and raised his sword to face him. Although Yang Xiao still had a spare hand, he was no longer as idle as before. He raised the blade, slashed horizontally, and stabbed horizontally. Zhang Ling used all his strength to wield Don't dare to be clumsy with your sword. If you are not careful, you may be injured.
When the two are fighting, others don't dare to intervene easily, and the contestants don't dare to make light moves, otherwise it will be like a tornado leaking holes and tilting sideways.
After a few rounds, Zhang Ling was gradually exhausted. His back was sweating, and the sword in his hand could not help but loosen a little. On the other hand, Yang Xiao was still relaxed and showed no sign of fatigue. Facing Zhang Ling, there was no fatal sword dance. , just moved the golden flower slightly, and blocked it completely.
Seeing Zhang Ling sweating like raindrops, Yang Xiao became impatient and thrust his sword across. The point where the sword touched was the tip of the dagger in Zhang Ling's hand.
Zhang Ling secretly laughed inwardly, and sure enough, he did it again. And just when Yang Xiao thought he could easily knock off Zhang Ling's sword, he found that the sword's body was in the shadow of an empty shadow.
The shadow takes a first look at the door, and the afterimage appears!
Generally, it is easiest to achieve success when a warrior is exhausted.
Taking advantage of the moment of shock when Yang Xiao failed, Zhang Ling used up the last remaining strength to punch out towards Yang Xiao's solid chest. The so-called victory or defeat was only a matter of thoughts, and the heavy punch landed directly on a thick chest. On hand.
Zhang Ling wanted to repeat his old tricks, but unfortunately this time Yang Xiao was already prepared, using his internal energy in advance to protect every inch of his body. Zhang Ling's fist landed on his palm, like a tough spider web, unable to advance even an inch, and even less able to retreat even further.
Not being able to care so much, Zhang Ling swung the sword with his other hand and sent the two dragons out to sea. The second punch had already arrived, but it was still received as expected, draining all the strength from his body.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling was thrown sideways and flew violently, landing miserably. Zhang Ling stood up with difficulty and asked with a smile: "Senior Yang, how are you? How many grades are there?"
At this time, Yang Xiao was still thinking about the afterimage. First, it was a boxing technique that exceeded his own limits, and now it was a weird light skill. Only the Vajra Body of his own Gold and Silver Sect could rival it, and it was also something that had appeared among his ancestors. The great master stayed, but this time he stopped questioning. The only thing that is certain is that the young man in front of him is by no means simple, otherwise he would not be so valued by Qin Yi, who had been silent for ten days.
After coming back to his senses, Yang Xiao commented seriously: "My own strength is stable at level 4, but that punch can barely be considered level 3."
Having said this, Yang Xiao still thought of hitting Zhang Ling, and then said: "Now you can only keep up with the footsteps of some people, and you are far from a real genius. Others not only think that the realm is higher than you, And he can also kill across the border.”
Zhang Ling asked eagerly: "Why?" In the bottom of Zhang Ling's heart, he always believed that realm is not strength. No matter how powerful a master is, he can't withstand the three feet of blood that was wiped from his neck with a knife. But after all, there are only a few people in the world who can do cross-border killing, let alone Zhang Ling, a young boy who is new to the world.
Yang Xiao explained: "First, although your realm has improved very quickly, to be honest, your experience is still lacking. Secondly..."
Yang Xiao thought for a while and said: "Forget it, I heard that you are going to Liufeng City. Maybe there you can see what diligence is."
Zhang Ling saw that Yang Xiao was half-hearted, and really wanted to raise his fists and shout, but then he thought about it, not to mention that he couldn't even lift the sword now, let alone that the original strength was completely different, so he could only be angry. Dare to say no.
A gust of wind and sand blew by, and there was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears. Zhang Ling knew that the two were about to fight again, and stepped aside wisely.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, maybe they were used to it, and they just drew their swords when they met, while Zhang Ling carefully observed this master showdown that might rarely be seen in the future. Just thinking of this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but smile. What's the use of watching countless games without trying his best? Seeing the two of them discussing countless swords and falling countless swords, is it really possible for an outsider like me to tell the truth? But if he doesn't say it today, he may never get another chance, and he will miss a truly hearty battle.
Zhang Ling thought for a while. Although he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, it was not a loss to watch a rare first-class master opponent. The moment the two stopped their swords, Zhang Ling shouted: "Yang Xiao, can you do it?" Huh? Could it be that you let the water go?"
Lin Rui, who heard Zhang Ling's shouting, looked at him: "What did you say?"
He was just stunned for a moment, and then asked Yang Xiao with a serious face: "Did you really hold back?"
