In the decisive battle, if someone else is present, Jin Douluo will not have made a two-step decision.

These two steps seem ordinary. In fact, Jin Douluo is preparing to draw a sword. The distance between using a sword and using a fist is different. Although it is just a simple truth, it can be seen from now on that Jin Douluo takes every detail seriously. Moreover, he does not have a high opinion of himself. Even when facing Zhang Yang, a young junior, he has no airs.

Combined an invincible sword and slashed towards Zhang Yang. If the first sword, Jin Douluo, chose a bamboo sword and his subordinates still had a mercy, he had already devoted all his strength to the second sword in the battle just now. Zhang[]

Yang has shown his true strength. Jin Douluo understands that if he does not do his best, he will not only fail to defeat Zhang Yang, but also likely to be defeated in his hands.

When Zhang Daguanren saw Jin Douluo who was swooping down from the air, he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart. Jin Douluo's sword technique had indeed been cultivated to the realm of human-sword unity, and from his perspective, he could not see the flaws of Jin Douluo's move. However, the perfection of the sword move does not mean that his skill has reached the extreme. Since Zhang Yang practiced the Mahayana Art, his understanding of martial arts has been further improved. The most mysterious thing about Mahayana Art is to use the environment. Zhang Daguanren of course knew how to avoid its sharpness. There are twelve pillars in the practice room on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion. When Jin Douluo launched an attack, Zhang Yang had already dodged behind a pillar.

The sword blade cuts through the column, and the column is cut off from it. Its casts no matter how hard it is, but it still slashes at Zhang Yang's body at full speed. Zhang Yang's body is extremely fast and has already flashed to the temple of the second column. The sword energy follows like a shadow, cutting off the second column. The sword energy not only does not have a decay momentum, but is even more sharp. It strokes across Zhang Yang's clothes on his chest. After Zhang Daren dodged this attack, he immediately hid behind the third column.

The Jin Douluo sword move changed, and it changed to a stab. The ancient sword penetrated the gallery column, and the sword tip rushed straight to Zhang Yang's throat. The wood chips on the gallery column were exploded by the sword energy, and countless wood chips of different sizes shot towards Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Yang waved his right hand and swept all the wood chips to the ground, then slashed the side of the ancient sword with a palm. With a clang, the broken sword tip landed vertically on the ground Jin Douluo's hand and only half of the broken sword was left.

Zhang Daguan Ren was still so happy to smile. This smiling face was extremely disgusting in Jin Douluo's eyes. He wished he could spit on this guy's face, but he heard Zhang Yang say, "Master Jin, your swordsmanship is really good, but unfortunately you really don't have a good sword to match your hands!"

Jin Douluo threw the half-broken sword on the ground, looked at Zhang Yang calmly and said, "Good Kung Fu! Just your ability to adapt, few people in the world can match it."

"Master Jin is over the award! Otherwise, let's stop here today, let's just plan to make peace. I wonder what you think?"

Jin Douluo said calmly, "There is no turning back when you shoot the bow. Since you have to make a move, you must judge the winner or lose. If you think my sword is not good, then I can only take out another good sword that deserves you!"

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait!"

Jin Douluo walked slowly to the south. Zhang Yang noticed that there was an altar in the south of the practice room, and a portrait was enshrined on it. Because Zhang Yang had just come in and had a hand with Jin Douluo, so he did not pay attention to who was painted on the portrait?

Jin Douluo knelt down in front of the portrait, worshiped Sanbao respectfully and whispered, "Master, I'm not talented, I'll borrow a sword!" After saying the words, he stood up again, came to the master's scroll, twisted the scroll, and slowly pulled out an ancient sword from under the scroll. The ancient sword was wrapped in black cloth, which looked only four feet long. Jin Douluo held the sword with both hands and bowed to the portrait. Then he turned around and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "This sword is called drinking blood, and it has a history of 1,300 years. Once it is unsheathed, blood will inevitably be seen."

Zhang Yang sighed, "A name is a good name but a little bit tragic.

Jin Douluo said; "The sword technique that matches it is even more tragic!" He slowly untied the black cloth wrapped around the sword body, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled the blood-drinking sword out of the scabbard. Half of the sword body was exposed, and the forced cold air had spread throughout the room. Jin Douluo pulled out the blood-drinking sword. The sword body was thin and thin as paper. After pulling out the scabbard, it bounced like a spirit snake.

Zhang Yang had never seen such a strange weapon. This sword was more like a Western sword. Zhang Yang stared at this sword with interest; "The ancients are used for the present, and the foreigners are used for the Chinese are used for the Chinese, but Master Jin is able to keep up with the trend of the times." After saying that, he thought that it should be the foreigners and Hans.

Jin Douluo said calmly, "Come on!" His arm trembled slightly, and the thin sword shook a sword flower in the void, and then turned into two or three flowers, and then continued to spread. When he attacked Zhang Yang, he turned into millions of cold sword flowers covering Zhang Yang's whole body.

The moment when Jin Douluo took action, Zhang Daren had already seen that this set of sword techniques was Jin Wu's sword of silence and bitter rain. As early as in Xiangshan Villa, Zhang Yang had learned about this set of sword techniques from rubbings. From this, it can be inferred that Jin Douluo's martial arts did originate from the passed down by Jin Wu.

Zhang Yang laughed loudly, "Sword of Snow and Scarlet Wind and Rain! I didn't expect that Jin Wu's sword technique could be passed down to this day!"

Zhang Yang's words shocked Jin Douluo. The Sword of Snow and Scarlet Wind and Rain is a secret that is not passed down in his sect. It has always been inherited from the master and apprentice. Since he learned it, he has not used it on anyone. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang could see through his sword technique at a glance! Jin Douluo said; "There are five hundred and seventy-one swords here, you can choose any one."

Zhang Daren put his hands behind him, but the words he said with a heartless smile could make people angry; "I don't need to draw a sword for you!"

No matter how good Jin Douluo was in cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. This guy was so arrogant that he didn't know the height of the sky and the earth that Jin Douluo nodded slowly and said, "Okay, please do!" He paused his right foot and the long sword placed on the sword stand behind his right flew up in the air.

Jin Douluo didn't even look at it, his right hand stretched out and held the hilt firmly, and his left hand fell on the hilt. He raised his sword with both hands and slowly sagged and his body became ninety degrees, and the sphingolid was opened.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Yes, Master Jin is indeed well-known!"

Jin Douluo smiled and said, "Calling the move!" The thick internal force was pouring on the sword body, and only a buzzing sound was heard! With a sound of ground, the sword sheath actually broke away from the sword body and flew out, as if a strong bow and crossbow were shot out. The distance between Zhang Yang and Jin Douluo was only three meters. At such a close distance, the sword sheath had already rushed to his face in an instant.

Zhang Yang did not dodge or avoid, raised his right hand, and even clamped the scabbard that Jin Douluo shot out with internal force with two fingers. The scabbard was forcibly stopped by his fingers.

Experts can tell if there is anything at all. Zhang Yang's first move proved that his arrogance and pride just now was definitely not without reason. Jin Douluo used a bamboo sword. His sword technique was not flashy and focused on effectiveness. The moment the sword sheath was shot out, the man and sword were one, and the bamboo sword had already stabbed Zhang Yang's chest like wind and electricity. The bamboo sword broke through the air and let out a sharp roar. Zhang Daguan was used to the strong wind and waves, so he didn't dare to be too arrogant. He took a step back and grabbed the hilt of the sword to face the bamboo sword.

The sword sheath was wrapped around the tip of the bamboo sword, but the bamboo sword continued to move forward. The powerful internal force around the bamboo sword cracked the scabbard, and the scabbard was exploded into countless pieces and could not stop the bamboo sword from moving forward. In an instant, the bamboo sword was only three inches away from Zhang Yang's throat.

Zhang Daren smiled and exclaimed, "Good sword technique!" is still the same move, but this time his right finger was clamping the sword body of the bamboo sword.

The sword that Jin Douluo stabbed with all his strength stopped between Zhang Yang's fingers and could no longer move forward.

Zhang Yang said, "Master Jin looks down on me? He actually uses a toy sword to deal with me?" As he spoke, his fingers pressed slightly, and with a click, the bamboo sword was folded into two pieces by him. At the same time, he took a step back and avoided Jin Douluo's backhand.

Jin Douluo held the bamboo sword that only half was left, and his face turned extremely gloomy.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Come again!"
Chapter completed!