Chapter 166

"Start the game!"

When the voice fell, Zhang Jiaocai took back her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

Zhang Qingyu is also looking at her. Her eyes are very complex.

I remember that last night, the barren mountain and the temple were destroyed. They went to Wushan, holding the rain and carrying the clouds, and the spring was high.

I don't know how many times I linger, and I don't know how the sweet sweat flows. Finally, my bones are crisp and my soul is lost.

When Zhang Qingyu woke up, there was no one around him, just like a spring dream without trace.

But being in the wild temple and the weakness of his body told him that it was not a dream.

He thought it was normal for his body to be weak. After all, the first time was so crazy.

But after looking inside carefully, I found that I overdraw too much, which was unusual.

So I found an ice free spring in the mountains, cleaned it up, meditated and recovered with the method of five heart Chaoyuan until I regained my consciousness. I was surprised that the time of the competition was approaching, so I quickly bullied the mountain and rushed to the sea to practice the snow path, crossing more than ten miles to the scene.

In the process of meditation, he thought a lot.

He wanted to ask Zhang Jiao what she meant.

However, when he stood in front of Zhang Jiao, he couldn't say anything.

It was even difficult for him to connect the crisp and fragrant nephrite, ice muscle boneless, amorous, gentle and wild little white rabbit last night with the girl in red who was as cold as snow on the top of the mountain at this moment. He couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Zhang Jiao looked at him with no emotion, only cold.

She pulled out her sword and said coldly, "elder martial brother, you're late. How long will you stay in a daze now? I can't wait for you. Look at the sword!"

Then he used the "SONGFENG sword technique" of Qingcheng school to stab Zhang Qingyu in the waist and abdomen.

The waist and abdomen is the center of the human body. The first move takes the waist and abdomen, which shows great ambition. In this way, it is difficult for the opponent to hide up, down, left and right. If he can avoid the first move, he can't avoid the second, third and fourth moves.

Zhang Qingyu jumped lightly, like the shadow of a crane. His toes were a little on the tip of the sword and flew behind Zhang Jiao.

His posture was very beautiful and unrestrained. He easily avoided Zhang Jiao's stab and couldn't make the other party's back hand come out.

It's just strange that if he hits down in the air when flying over Zhang Jiao, he just needs to slap and kick the back of his brain or cervical spine, and Zhang Jiao will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

Even if you don't get hurt, you will be forced to be in a hurry.

But Zhang Qingyu didn't. He fell behind her and looked at her.

Zhang Jiao turns her long sword and attacks Zhang Qingyu again.

This time, she fully developed the "SONGFENG sword technique", like a storm sweeping towards Zhang Qingyu!

Originally, the "loose wind sword" of Qingcheng school was strong and light, with both strength and light wind.

Now, Zhang Jiao has changed "loose wind" into "strong wind".

Look at the long sword in her hand. It's just fierce and fast. Every sword must have a whizzing wind.

The sword speed is very fast and its strength is greater.

Her figure kept shaking, but her footwall was as firm as a pine.

It is "holding on to the green mountains, motionless as pine; fast as the wind in the west, East, North and South".

Zhang Qingyu nodded slightly. She could practice her swordsmanship to this extent. She has surpassed many Qingcheng sect disciples and even all martial arts experts.

It's just... The heat is not enough.

He dodged to avoid the fiercest swords and cast the "golden light curse". The golden light covered the index finger and middle finger of his right hand. He found the weakest sword in Zhang Jiao's attack and bent his finger and shot it.

Hearing the sound of "Dang", Zhang Jiao's long sword shook violently, and the blade rolled itself back. If she didn't respond quickly, she twisted her waist and arms in time, and almost cut off her ears.

Zhang Jiao stared at Zhang Qingyu and said angrily, "you... You are so cruel!"

Zhang Qingyu was stunned. He looked at his hand and the other side. He said, "I... I..."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jiao's sword power was soaring.

This time, her sword was still like a strong wind, but it didn't advance and go straight as before, but there were many changes.

It's like a pine forest on a cliff. Suddenly, when there is a strong wind in the mountains, the dense pine needles make a sound of rustling, shake left and right, rub and collide with each other, advance and retreat, cut and sweep, split and hang, stab and lift, just like a sharp sword.

Zhang Jiao danced more and more urgently. The sword in her hand could not see the shape clearly, only a faint silver light.

Zhang Qingyu said "good".

Yu Yue under the stage and Lin Ruoying on the high stage shook their heads at the same time.

Su Murong asked Yu Yue, "master, why do you shake your head? Is it because Zhang Jiao's sword technique is too fancy and messy?"

Yu Yue said, "you know."

Bu Zhulian scoffed. Can you pretend some more, boy Yu? This kind of sword technique has been really handed down by the experts of Qingcheng sect. If you were on the stage, you would have been stabbed into a beehive!

Zhang Qingyu's eyes were burning, his fingers were flexing, and his golden light flashed.

Dangdang Dangdang

The sound of metal and iron hitting each other is as dense as the rain hitting the eaves.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao held the sword in both hands, pedaled on the ground and twisted her waist. Her posture was very beautiful, but the whole person rushed out like thunder. The long sword turned into lightning and stabbed Zhang Qingyu in the throat.

This is not the sword technique of Qingcheng school, but the "Liu's gun technique" of the Liu family in Chengdu.

This change of tactics is merciless.

Flying and stabbing is a desperate move!

Zhang Qingyu's chest is not without pain. Is the tenderness and wildness of last night just dew kindness to her, not worth a little nostalgia? Can she really distinguish each other as a game and a dream, or can she dedicate her precious and beautiful body to herself and let herself go all night? In addition to unlocking the strong spring poison, she can only repay and thank her?

Many of these thoughts flashed in his mind for a moment. Zhang Jiao's long sword was like a gun, which had pierced his eyes and pierced his throat in the next moment.

Zhang Qingyu's mind was in chaos. His right hand with the "golden light curse" pointed up and popped up. "Zheng" just bounced down and hit her sword ridge. The sword ridge was like seven inches of a snake, which was the weakest part of the sword body. Zhang Qingyu inadvertently shot and had great uncontrollable power. He broke the long sword body completely, and the fragments shot into the sky like a silver star.

Zhang Qingyu pointed out and shouted "bad".

Zhang Jiao couldn't grasp the only sword handle left in her hand. She was shocked by Juli and flew away. A pair of white palms were shocked with cracks and blood. Because of her inertia, she was still rushing towards Zhang Qingyu.

Zhang Qingyu was filled with guilt. He hugged her with soft strength and said in her ear: "you're bleeding..."

Zhang Jiao broke away from him and punched him twice: "I want you to take care of it!"

These two fists were not light, but it was nothing for Zhang Qingyu who had the "golden light curse" to protect himself. Instead, he was worried about whether the girl's hand hurt or not.

Zhang Jiao stepped back a few steps, tore open her sleeves with her little white teeth, wrapped the clothes tightly in her palms, and then borrowed weapons from the audience.

Liu xingchui threw the "tiger tooth bright silver gun" passed to him by his father.

Zhang Jiao took the gun, whirled and danced, and made a beautiful start. The tip of the gun was aimed at Zhang Qingyu's heart.

Zhang Qingyu looked bitter. He seemed to be reluctant to laugh, but where could he laugh?

He asked, "do you really... Want to win so much?"