Masters vying

"However," saw Chang Yu's face gleeful expression in his praise, although he was forcibly suppressing himself and not letting it show it.

Long Zizai slowly continued: "But this time we are fighting each other with life and death! Either human death or I live! It seems that although your talent is very high, you may enter the innate realm and become a legendary figure of our martial artists."

He showed a pity smile on his face: "But all this will only appear after you defeat me and kill me!"

Speaking of this, the long sword in his hand slowly raised into the air, with a calm face and said lightly: "It's just a warm-up ahead. This time, the real life-and-death battle! Xiao Changyu, you have to be careful!"

When Yang Lan heard this, her face turned white: Chang Yulian was in danger just now, and almost died under his sword several times, but was she just warming up?

She blinked and ordered herself to calm down. No matter what, this time, she would never allow Chang Yu to die in front of her. Even if she destroyed her Taoist practice, she would let him live safely!

After making up her mind, Yang Lan's heart finally calmed down. This kind of calmness was the first time she had appeared in the past few days.

Chang Yu's face was still so calm. He was a man with a firm will, so he would not be confused just because of Long Zizai's words!

Long Zizai raised the sword in the air and slowly pointed to Yang Lan. As his sword tip moved down, a suffocating aura rushed straight towards Chang Yu. Almost suddenly, Chang Yu found himself in another world. In this world, there was no wind, no mountains, no Yang Lan, and there was nothing but omnipresent murderous intent and the aura that could not be penetrated by him!

For a moment, Long Zizai's image became extremely tall, like Mount Tai, making Yang Lan, who was watching from a distance, feel daunting just by looking at it, and feels a huge pressure coming.

Chang Yu stood opposite Long Zizai, and he stood motionless, his robe was bulging again without wind, full of bulging. On the contrary, his steps were floating, and he was standing on the ground floating, as if he would float away at any time!

The two of them stood face to face, one as powerful as a mountain, the other drifted like a cloud. Neither of them moved, and neither of them had any expression on their faces. The murderous aura revealed in it made Yang Lan, who was dozens of meters away, feel a bone-broken chill!

Long Zizai slowly pressed the sword downward. Every movement he did was slow and heavy, as if he was pressing down on his hand, but a mountain.

At the same time, he slowly lifted his steps into the air, and then stepped down heavily. As his steps stepped on him, Yang Lan felt his heart jumping violently and almost jumped out of her throat.

One step, two steps, three steps! Every step Long Zizai walked hard, heavy and heavy on Chang Yu's heart. He felt that his heartbeat seemed to be slowing down. It was as slow as Long Zizai's footsteps. When he took a step, his heartbeat would be beating!

This feeling was a kind of almost suffocating panic! As Long Zizai's footsteps approached step by step, Chang Yu's floating figure slowly became heavier. Even the slightly trance-like figure seemed to become solid.

At this time, Yang Lan, as an outsider, even if she didn't have much kung fu and experience in the martial arts world, she already knew that Chang Yu's situation was very bad: he was attracted by Long Zizai's aura! He was already passive in the confrontation of momentum!

Yang Lan was so nervous that her heartbeat could be heard. Chang Yu's figure became erratic again.

Chang Yu felt that as Long Zizai approached every step, his body seemed to be bound by a weak force! He took a deep breath, but after breathing, he found that all he was inhaling was solemn air. This air made his people even more uncomfortable.

As Long Zizai approached, Chang Yu felt his vest and cold sweat kept flowing down like rain. As Long Zizai's first foot fell, his heartbeat became slow, heavy, difficult and painful. At the same time as his heartbeat, his eyes also became blurry. It seemed that even raising his eyelids would take a lot of effort!

Chang Yu never felt the coming of death like now. And this coming was approaching slowly! He felt it slowly and clearly!

Gathering the strength of his whole body, Chang Yu slowly stabbed his leg with the sword in his hand. Finally, the moment the sword tip pierced the skin, the pain was aroused, and at the same time, the omnipresent external heaviness suddenly relaxed under his own pain!

Almost at the same time, when the sword was bleeding, Chang Yu's footsteps floated away two steps to the left. As soon as the two steps floated away, Long Zizai's omnipresent aura seemed to become weak!

Chang Yu's heart was relaxed, and at the same time, his feet were moving continuously, his steps were very small, with almost no obvious movement. In this kind of movement, Chang Yu's figure once again became vague and light. Like a gust of clouds, it seemed that the wind would dissipate when it blew!

Seeing this, Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief. While Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of praise and condensation flashed in Long Zizai's eyes!

Suddenly! His steps stopped!

As his steps stopped, he lifted the sword in his hand and raised it upward towards Chang Yu. As the tip of the sword rose, the dust on the ground rose in a vortex shape, and the dust of the fallen leaves formed a gray circle, which merged into the strong wind of the sword light and rushed towards Chang Yu.

Chang Yu's steps moved lightly, and the sword in his hand pierced out as fast as lightning. While his sword was pierced, more than a dozen silver-white sword lights stabbed straight towards Long Zizai's sword circle!

Silently! Weird! Chang Yu's sword stabbed Long Zizai's sword circle, but no sound came out. There was no sound, and only clearly saw that more than a dozen silver sword lights were inserted into the gray circle!

The sword light was a tangible killer move, but in the circle was invisible and material dust and fallen leaves! Yang Lan bit her lips tightly, but she didn't dare to notice the sound! She was so nervous that her cold sweat flowed down her forehead, so nervous that her eyes were blocked by sweat. The sweat penetrated into her eyes, and the indescribable sour pain!

At this moment, in the silent attack, Chang Yu suddenly roared sharply. His whistling sound spread from afar, and for a moment, the valleys were constantly echoing and spreading!

After he roared, the sword in his hand moved repeatedly. In a blink of an eye, the sword light spread out the silver flowers in the sky, and the silver flowers were striking towards Long Zizai's eyes, chest, abdomen and other vital points!
Chapter completed!