Ten swords, twenty swords... In the blink of an eye, the wanton man had already used the sword twenty-seven times. Although Zhang Ling was not very good, his skills were really good. In addition, there were these obstructive guys blocking his way, which made him, the master. There was nothing he could do with just a small third-grade sword. Several swords crossed a corridor at random, and several pillars were accidentally cut off. Zhang Ling took the opportunity to kick the last pillar. When the pillar broke suddenly, Zhang Ling jumped out of the corridor. , all day long, the ceiling of the corridor began to collapse from the last broken pillar, and the man chasing behind was buried inside. While Zhang Ling was able to catch his breath, the debauched man's internal Qi machine released bombs, and the pressed wooden planks shattered outwards. In one piece, he jumped up and stabbed Zhang Ling with his sword again. This time, Zhang Ling almost didn't react. He unintentionally used the Shadow Step, which he was best at, and made the man who thought he had succeeded in vain.
The more the wanton man thought about it, the more something was wrong. He who had also met the Medical Saint before suddenly remembered, stopped and said: "Yao Wang Valley's secret skill, Shadow Step, it turns out you are from Yao Wang Valley, but I am very curious, you Yaowang Valley How come a gangster force is involved here?"
Zhang Ling immediately wanted to slap his brain, but finally stopped rationally, grabbed a guest, restrained him with skill, and said with a smile: "Look at this guy's fat head, big ears, and shiny face. He must be not doing his job normally and making money." He is full of oil and water, so he ate like this. If you kill him first, you can still help the prime minister solve his problems."
The hovering flying sword rose three feet, and the sword's intention was brilliant. It really seemed to be ready for attack. The slutty man said with a fake smile: "Okay, I'll take care of you soon."
The captured guest was trembling and stammering, until Zhang Ling smelled a filthy smell, looked down, threw the guy away, and said in disgust: "This is so scary, big man. Yes, can you have some backbone?"
Zhang Ling had just thrown the man away, and the flying sword, which had been unable to get stained with blood, rushed over impatiently, carrying a strong energy that thundered in the air. After a chase, Zhang Ling had already guessed that the sword was Jing Lei, ranked ninth on the sword list, unsheathed like muffled thunder, flying swords were like lightning, and struck like thunderbolts. Seeing his "relatives" who could help him hide away from him, Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel chilled. He had no choice but to He could only greet the thunderous sword in person, with his feet rooted to the ground and his body motionless like a giant tree. In the blink of an eye, the flood wave in his hand moved six inches. The loud noise caused by the collision with the thunder was comparable to the fireworks of the day. Zhang Ling was blown away at the same time. There was also a ringing in the ears, and I couldn't even identify the exact direction for a moment. Fortunately, it didn't last long, and I used the first of the three moves of the Shangcheng Sword to summon the wind and the wind to resist, and I barely managed to catch the master's sword without getting hurt. , which made Zhang Ling swell up instantly.
Zhang Ling smiled proudly and said, "Have fun, come again!"
Faced with the stunning sword blow just now, the wanton man was quite surprised, and then he used another sword, but unable to withstand the endless flying swords, Zhang Ling gave up on the spot, turned around and ran away with all his strength. If he wants to be happy, he must be alive. , Dead ghosts are rare.
The two of them ran and chased each other, almost visiting most of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was unknown whether it was good or bad luck. They hadn't met the two people who came out to look for him for so long. Zhang Ling's internal strength was not as good as the master's. At this time, he started to exert his strength and stopped. Panting heavily, he gave in and said, "Senior, is it too late for me to surrender now?"
The slutty man thought for a moment and said, "First tell me all your details, and then I will see if you are qualified to let me let you go."
Zhang Lingxi smiled brightly: "Okay, senior, just wait, I will come over and tell you, I guarantee you will not be willing to kill me."
Zhang Ling withdrew his flood tide, and the wanton man also flew his sword back into its sheath. The former walked towards the latter, with a flattering smile on his face. When he was about ten feet away, the sound of a tide surged into his heart. The former leaned forward and drew his sword. It slashed diagonally towards the neck of the slutty man. The latter smiled disdainfully and easily dodged with a tilt of his body. Zhang Ling followed the trend and swiped the sword across the body. The slutty man seemed to have expected it. He leaned down and raised his sword to block it with his scabbard. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling retreated quickly, but strangely, the grandmaster showed no intention of pursuing him.
The slutty man hooked his fingers and chuckled: "Come again, or if I take action, you will have no chance."
Zhang Ling felt helpless, so he started with a move that he picked up from a secret book in the library. Thousands of birds are hidden in the deep forest, and the sharp bow scares the flock. It was originally a sword move with many changes, but Zhang Ling used the sword to frighten the birds. The sword that was originally used in all directions was now less than half, but Zhang Ling threw away the scabbard and used the boxing technique analyzed from the Yun Po Fist move to make up for it. The two used together not only complemented each other, but also nearly doubled the power. , which made the man on the opposite side couldn't help but sigh at the ingenious combination of these two moves. Since the young man couldn't let him tell the origin, he disassembled it from his moves.
The two moves were almost completed within eight breaths, but even if the wanton man did not take action and only defended, Zhang Ling still felt depressed. He stepped back to adjust his breathing. The former said: "If I didn't take action, would I have taken action?"
Zhang Ling hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, senior, there's more, there's more! Don't worry, I'll show you how to use each move."
It was this pause, but it lasted for half a quarter of an hour. The person opposite did not expect that Zhang Ling had learned a lot, which was almost endless, and they were all used in different combinations of moves. What Zhang Ling had learned was mixed, but it made him The man was so dazzled that he could no longer tell which sect this young man belonged to.
Before Zhang Ling could overturn what he had learned throughout his life, the wanton man shouted to stop, dissatisfied: "Don't fool me with these ordinary moves, use your most powerful martial arts."
People are floating in the court, and they have to bow their heads even after being stabbed.
Zhang Ling felt aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do. Since the seniors said it, he had to do it. Zhang Ling stepped back three feet, and his energy flowed throughout his body. He almost bet all his wealth on this sword. When the power of the sword reached At the top, Zhang Ling first climbed up at the same speed as before, and when the distance was less than a foot away, his speed suddenly increased sharply, and his body stopped three feet away, while the flood tide was still moving forward. Zhang Ling's move combined with Song Qing's The rapid speed of the first move of Tianba Dao's sword technique and the explosive burst of the first move of the three Feng Tie moves, the combination of two top martial arts, made the man who was a master feel a little threatened, and instantly mobilized his inner strength to resist, the wanton man With all their strength, they slapped the blade of Xunchao's blade with all their strength. The two of them went all out, and cracks appeared in Xunchao, which was originally unstable. Zhang Ling was also knocked away by a majestic air machine.
Zhang Ling slid backwards on the ground for a distance. It was only because the man didn't make a killing move that he was not seriously injured. Zhang Ling stood up and looked at the flood in his hand with distressed eyes. The sword was destroyed in less than a month, and he felt in his heart. Muttered: Damn Emperor, if he gets out alive today, you must pay me for a better sword.
