Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 11 Poison Hand
As soon as Zhang Jian walked out of the room, he heard the sound of air cracking above his head, and a chill hit his head like a horse.

That is Jian Yao's knife.

The snow-white blade shines like a full moon.

Zhang Jian is very familiar with his Baishengjin, the sharp light of the knife cuts to the top of the head, followed by the cold light of the collision of the sword.

The sound of metal and iron clanging emerged.

This sound sounded from the side of the body, making people stand on their heads, but Zhang Jian felt his blood boil.

"This may be the boldness of Yigao people!"

Zhang Jian somewhat understood that those who practiced martial arts, many of them possessed sharp weapons and wanted to kill themselves.

With force, it is inevitable to become confident.

Of course, overconfidence is hubris.

With a flash of thought, Zhang Jian's ears twitched slightly. It was just the first time they touched each other. He could faintly feel the direction of the intersection of the two forces on the sword, and a ray of extremely tricky force hurt Jian Yao's tiger's mouth.

He could even 'smell' a trace of blood with his spiritual sense.

The young swordsman holding the green blade was obviously stronger than Jian Yao.

This is not surprising.

Because it was the pair of senior brothers and sisters that Zhang Jian had met once.

An internal martial artist in the Yangyuan stage.

Jian Yao, however, completely ignored the wound in his hand. The tendons on his feet exploded, and the stone slabs under his feet exploded.

Looking at Zhang Jian, he seemed to be able to see layers of red hot energy on Jian Yaohuan's first knife.

That is the special strength formed by body forging warriors.

Although the road of body training is to forge bones and tendons, but after stepping on Yi Jin, a special kind of strength will be formed, which is a kind of strength obtained by coordinating one's own qi and blood, tempering essence and energy.

This kind of strength is completely opposite to the strength formed by internal training.

In the early days, he had extremely domineering and tricky power.

But compared to the internal breath formed by internal training, it lacks the mellowness that nourishes the internal organs and nourishes the vitality.

But the explosive early stage is far beyond.

However, when the masters of internal training reach the stage of cultivating the essence, this advantage gradually cancels out.

Jian Yao unleashed his Golden Crow Saber Technique like a red storm, even if he was in mid-air, he would attack the young swordsman one after another, fiercely.

The young swordsman always had a faint smile on his face, the sword light in his hand was bright, and the sword energy scattered away, the water couldn't get in, no matter how fierce Jian Yao attacked, he couldn't get in. Immediately, the young swordsman seized the opportunity.

In an instant, he sneered, and the unparalleled Yangyuan Gang Qi burst out from the tip of his sword, and the sword light burst out, and an iron mountain close to him directly used the powerful inner Qi to fly Jian Yao more than ten meters away, knocking down a tree. Lotus Lamppost.

Jian Yao staggered up from the ground. At this time, his internal organs were injured, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Good skill, really is a hero out of a boy!"

Zhang Jian frowned slightly. Although he didn't have much experience, he also knew that Jian Yao was ultimately defeated by lack of strength.

It's a stage behind, and there is a gap after all.

This also has something to do with the fighting methods. Jian Yao is indeed extremely experienced in fighting, but the other party seems to be from a famous family, and the fighting methods are extremely 'smart'!
However, Zhang Jian found that they were both in the Yangyuan stage, and the Yangyuan Gangqi condensed by this young swordsman seemed to be a little different from him.

There were some red sparks in his eyes, and the thunder was jumping, and they were restrained in an instant.

Next to him, Zhang Yi's figure drifted over. He glanced at the wounded Jian Yao, his expression remained motionless, and he just looked at the two people on the roof indifferently.

At the moment when his figure was falling, and his dark eyes looked at him, the young swordsman suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This feeling immediately made his face change drastically.

A seemingly extremely cold force seemed to be pressing towards the depths of his soul along an invisible artistic conception, trying to freeze him in place.

This is the spiritual mood!

In an instant, the young swordsman couldn't bear it any longer. He swung the long sword in his hand directly and took the initiative to attack, choosing to fight against this terrifying feeling of constriction.

Clang! !
The sound of the sword rang out, and the scabbard flew straight out of his hand, like a sharp sword, pierced into the ground three feet in an instant.

A cold sword energy floated towards Zhang Yi.

This is the essence of Yang Yuan Gang Qi, combined with the sword move, it immediately splits towards Zhang Yi like a large cloud of cold fog.

But what greeted him was a palm as white as jade, and that figure appeared beside the young swordsman like a ghost.

"Senior brother be careful!"

The graceful and slender woman next to her lost her face, and finally pulled out the long sword in her hand. The long sword trembled slightly, picking up wisps of cold light and flying towards Zhang Yi's figure, but Zhang Yi didn't care at all, and just pointed straight at Zhang Yi. The palm was slapped, and the palm was the color of black jade, and the cold air of black jade swept across violently.

The woman's face changed color, and she quickly withdrew her sword, her figure moved and turned into a phantom and left the place.

Boom! !

I saw a large area of ​​bricks and tiles turned into powder, and the frost condensed on the edge, forming a large area of ​​frost.

"Xuanyu Ice Fire Palm, the poisonous hand Zhang Yi?"

Looking at this scene, Gu Xiu'er secretly felt bad.

The poisonous hand Zhang Yi is a well-known heretic evil man in the north, and a strong man of the same generation as their master, who has been famous for more than ten years.

Xuanyu Ice Fire Palm is extremely poisonous, anyone who hits it will die.

Obviously, they couldn't imagine that this well-known heretic and evil person was actually hiding in the Zhang family.

With a flash of thought, Gu Xiu said loudly:

"Seniors, don't misunderstand, the two juniors entered the Zhang family just to..."

Zhang Yi's face was indifferent and expressionless: "I don't care about why, since you two injured the members of the Zhang family, you should save your life from me before you mention anything else!"

With a flying figure, he rushed towards the young swordsman unscrupulously, with a chilly air all over the sky. He looked like a giant eagle hunting prey, hunting in a black robe, and the dust whisk in his hand sprinkled the sky full of cold air, like countless steel needles falling on the young swordsman.

He shot without any thought of showing mercy.

Duanmuyan felt the chill all over the sky, and secretly complained.

The overwhelming Xuanyu chill was too domineering.

Whether it is skill or skill, he is far inferior to this underworld giant, and he is afraid that he will be vicious if he resists three or five moves.

Gu Xiu'er secretly regretted that the two senior brothers and sisters were entrusted by others to come to find out the truth of the Zhang family, but they never thought that the Zhang family was actually a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, and they were discovered and surrounded just after entering.

Now he even met such a terrifying and murderous person as the murderous Zhang Yi.

Her bright eyes swept across the audience, and her eyes instantly fell on Zhang Jian, who was watching the play with great interest.

"Why, something happened to eating melon?"

How keen Zhang Jian's five senses are, when Gu Xiu'er looked at him, his heart skipped a beat, as if he didn't feel anything at the moment, as if he was harmless to humans and animals.

It's just that a blazing red light gathered in the depths of his palm, and he was also very dark-hearted. He calculated that if Gu Xiu'er dared to rush over to take the 'hostage', he would gather all his strength to give him a palm, which would destroy flowers with a venomous hand.

Gu Xiu'er was indeed a little hesitant at this moment, her teacher's evaluation of the murderous Zhang Yi flashed across her mind.

This person is vicious, cunning, and extremely deep in the city.

A thought flashed across his mind, looking at Duan Muyan who was almost unable to hold on, he immediately raised his voice again:

"Senior Brother Duanmu, stop it. Since I and my senior brother and sister were the ones who were rude first, we are naturally willing to catch him without a fight and pay compensation!"

"Senior, our master is Wang Yuanlang, the Xifeng swordsman of the Shangyuan School. Please, for the sake of my master, please punish me with small punishments. We, brothers and sisters, are willing to accept the punishment!"

As she said that, she immediately withdrew her sword and clasped her fists.

Duan Muyan was facing Zhang Yi's extremely fierce palm strength at this moment, and his eyelids twitched when he heard it, but he gritted his teeth after thinking about it, and chose to trust Gu Xiuer, withdrew his sword and put on a look of no resistance, ready to Forcibly bear a palm.

(End of this chapter)