Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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Zhan Zhao has never seen Yang Jian's skill before. Huashan walked all the way and only guessed that Yang Jian was also with cultivation, but he didn't see any of Yang Jian's actions. Kongzi caused Bai Yutang to explode.It was the first time for Yujie Village to see Yang Jian confronting the enemy head-on. The aura he felt all over his body at that moment was unforgettable for Zhan Zhao. Yang Jian's martial arts moves, but for some reason, he suddenly trusted Yang Jian's words and deeds.

Going north to Daliao was ambushed by Xixia, and Zhan Zhao had never seen Yang Jian's methods, but just looking at the martial arts of Yang Jian's junior brother, one could imagine what kind of kung fu Yang Jian was. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma in Yang Jian's arms. He insisted on taking his life from the hands of Wuchang, and suddenly healed from his wounds...

Zhan Zhao already vaguely knew that Yang Jian was definitely not an ordinary person, but since Yang Jian never said it himself, Zhan Zhao never asked, making friends is the most important thing, so why bother about Yang Jian's background.

If Bai Yutang knew about this idea, he would definitely be ridiculed.

Seeing Yang Jian's swordsmanship flying against the enemy now, it feels very fresh.

Xiaoyu said that she was trained by "uncle", but Zhan Zhao could clearly see that Yang Jian's routine was completely different from Xiaoyu's.Xiaoyu's light and agile swordsmanship is somewhat similar to her own routine, but Yang Jian's quick sword chops the air and walks in a fierce way.Ordinarily, this kind of routine swordsmanship is simple and clear without fancy, because there are fewer changes, the strength and speed will be faster, but also because there are fewer changes, it is easier for the opponent to see through the tricks and lose the opportunity.Therefore, anyone who adheres to such a routine will generally choose a quick fight.

Zhan Zhao had never seen Yang Jian use a weapon, and Yang Jian himself said that he used a long weapon. Although Yang Jian seemed to be dealing with it with a sword now, Zhan Zhao felt that it was not easy to dance with the sword in his hand.

Of course, Yang Jian himself is even clearer.This is not to say that Yang Jian himself was really caused by the incompetence of the weapon, but that he really didn't expect that dancing this ancient magic weapon would be so labor-intensive.The white blade is unsheathed as cold as autumn water, the weapon already has spiritual consciousness, and Yang Jian has unconsciously recognized it as the master, and it is natural to take out the sheath to protect the master, and Yang Jian's mind refers to the Chijian. , although it is more effective than half the effort, but Yang Jian has already sealed up the mana, but it is really unusable to combine the mind and the sword into one.

The ancient gods moved with Yang Jian's thoughts, and invisibly cost Yang Jian a lot of effort.

Although Chijian is not as good as Yang Jian's own three-pointed double-edged sword, but because he has no consciousness of his own, he relies more and more on Yang Jian's control. It's the last stage of martial arts that can't be considered a master, Yang Jian relied on the supernatural power of the sword to split most of Zhan Zhao's siege in an instant.

Zhan Zhao's subordinates immediately relaxed, and he was confident that he could handle one-on-one with ease.Sure enough, after a few rounds, Zhan Zhao slanted the sword flower to find the opponent's negligence and raised it from the shoulder blade, a piece of flesh and blood flew around, only to hear screams again and again, the opponent had already had an arm removed by Zhan Zhao!

However, Yang Jian was not as kind as Zhan Zhao, he would definitely see blood when he struck with a sharp blade, and those who fell under the sword would either die or be injured.

Zhan Zhao was drenched with blood all over his face, he only felt a headache from the stench all over his mouth and nose, and his eyes suddenly became blurred.

Yang Jian had already noticed that something was wrong with Zhan Zhao, so he hurriedly said loudly: "Brother Zhan, step back and rest for a while—"

Before the words were finished, he was startled suddenly, and with a glance, he saw that most of Xiaoyu's side had been solved, and the remaining three or two gangsters suddenly turned around and gathered together, folding their hands and playing a formula, and before they could see clearly, they saw a Peng Yinguang suddenly spread towards Zhan Zhao!

Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it, so he stepped forward to meet him, and the sword in the palm of his strong luck was shining, and he retracted his wrist and retracted the silver light that filled the sky. When the sword edge was crossed, there was only a crackling sound of "ding ding dong dong", the silver light Then they scattered, not even a shadow was seen.

Yang Jian was moved by the surge of blood in his chest. Before his luck calmed down, there was another silver glow in front of his eyes. Yang Jian tried his best to fight back the sword's entanglement, but he was half a step too slow. He felt a slight chill in his chest, followed by a burst Dull pain, wrist soreness for a while, unexpectedly unable to hold the sword, the moment the sword edge plunged into the ground, Yang Jian sprayed a mouthful of blood on the white blade of the sword edge.

Chijian's cold front flickered, and the blood dripping from the sword body silently seeped into the sword bit by bit. When the last drop of blood disappeared, Chijian's cold light suddenly subsided, and a faint gray light projected away like lightning——

Before Xiaoyu could exclaim in time, Yang Jian went down with a sway.

Zhan Zhao's eyes were blurred for a while, he rubbed his forehead and shook his head to regain his senses, just when he saw this scene clearly, the blood all over his body seemed to be drained all of a sudden, he stepped forward involuntarily, just blocking Yang Jian's waist , but was led by Yang Jian and lost his balance and squatted on the ground.

When Zhan Zhao came back to his senses and took a closer look, he was covered in cold sweat. On Yang Jian's chest, there was only scarlet staining through his clothes. Although he couldn't see the extent of the injury clearly, the vital points on his chest were all stained with blood. If it was an ordinary person, he might be dead God.

Zhan Zhao suddenly panicked, abandoned the sword and stretched out his hand to Yang Jian's vital acupoint, trying to seal the acupoint to temporarily stop the bleeding, but just as he stretched out his hand, he was held by Yang Jian. Yang Jian's palm trembled slightly, but the strength was not weak, seeing Zhan Zhao looked puzzled, and reluctantly said: "I have practiced the method of moving acupoints, but you can't find where the acupoints on my body are..."

Mist gradually rose in Zhan Zhao's eyes, and his voice choked with sobs, he said, "Second Brother, where does it feel hurt, how to diagnose and treat it? Second Brother, tell me quickly..."

Yang Jian shook his head lightly, feeling that he could hardly catch his breath, and said intermittently: "...don't worry...someone is here to help..."

Gradually, the voice became low and could not be heard clearly, Zhan Zhao felt that the bottom of his heart suddenly became empty, as if he couldn't think about anything, but helplessly pressed Yang Jian's chest, although he couldn't detect the depth of the wound, he felt that Yang Jian's blood gradually overflowed and turned red. Zhan Zhao's finger, Zhan Zhao never knew that human blood was so hot, it seemed that his heart had been burned.

Yang Jian's heart was clear but his whole body was weak, so he closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breath. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his cheeks. When he looked up, he saw Zhan Zhao and his party's tears dripping down at some point. The tears were crystal clear like morning dew for no reason. The pain made Yang Jian's heart ache, and he almost forgot about his injury.Wanting to raise his hand to help him wipe it off, he tried his best but gave up in vain. He couldn't help but smiled lightly and said, "...I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen you cry yet... What's wrong..."

But Zhan Zhao couldn't tell what was wrong with him, the moment Yang Jian fell into his arms, and when he felt the burning of Yang Jian's blood, Zhan Zhao's heart became clear as if something hazy was shattered all of a sudden. , the scenes of getting acquainted with Yang Jian flashed clearly like a revolving lantern, but I don't know when these trivial things have been buried deep in my heart, together with Yang Jian's frowns, smiles and words, in Yang Jian's indifferent expression. They are closely related and inseparable.

Yang Jian fell into Zhan Zhao's arms, which made Zhan Zhao feel a strange urgency. Even if he was seriously injured and close to death, he never felt such urgency and panic. In order to put Yang Jianhuan in his arms, he even threw aside the Juque that he carried with him.

This urgency burned my eyes red, tears boiled, and everything was out of control.

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