Chapter 20: Double swords

Zhao Yiming told Dong Shaoxing to go back and give his father a vaccination in advance! After all, he has lost a son, it is good to have a preparation!
Dong Shaoxing thought that he didn't make much sense here, and Zhao Yiming's skill was already above himself. He didn't need to protect himself, so he left at his orders. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yiming walked toward the depths of the woods.
Zhao Zhenlin also acts alone, and he has also practiced his skills! Almost never used any pill, and the combat effectiveness is particularly powerful!
Zhao Zhenlin had just killed an iron-skinned rhinoceros when he heard noises from the jungle. He secretly adjusted his breath and looked in the direction of the voice!
I saw a domineering man walking out of the jungle. Zhao Zhenlin frowned, and he recognized that this was the Wang Jian of the Wang Family. He is also a man of the entire Rongcheng, able to worship Xuantian Sword Sect. Although there is some luck, this talent is also quite good!
Wang Jian looked at Zhao Zhenlin arrogantly and said, "Are all of your Zhao family's brothers belonged to rats! Once you enter this jungle, there is no shadow, but let me find this meal, Xiaoye!"
Zhao Zhenlin saw that Wang Jian was a bad person, and secretly adjusted his internal energy. He said loudly, "I don't know what you mean by this. It seems that the friendship between our Wang and Zhao family is not so good!"
Wang Jian snorted from his nostrils and said with a look of disdain: "You too look at your Zhao family too highly, so you can cooperate with our Wang family to build a relationship!
It's really overwhelming, and I don't want to talk nonsense with you! Are you arrogant? Lest you suffer in the hands of the young master. "
Zhao Zhenlin is also a stubborn temper. He gritted his teeth and said: "You are just learning some kung fu in the Xuantian Sword Sect. What's crazy about it, let me learn your sword skills today!"
Wang Jian said with a disdain: "Just because you are worthy of letting me out of the sword, I have condensed the first cyclone. Now I am a master of the condensing state, killing you is just a slap!"
Zhao Zhenlin was not dissuaded by Wang Jian's words, but rather high-spirited. He drew out the long sword at his waist and said in a deep voice, "The condensing state is nothing too great. My third brother can take the three palms of the condensing state with the fifth stage of refining strength. I am afraid of you, the ninth stage of refining state. Is it in the first level?"
Zhao Zhenlin said so, and he didn't neglect his hands! One up is a series of three swords, dividing Wang Jian's upper, middle and lower three paths.
Wang Jian said it lightly, but actually didn't dare to underestimate him! Swinging the long sword in his hand, the two made a ball!
In terms of the sophistication of swordsmanship alone, Zhao Zhenlin's Ye Family swordsmanship should be superior to Wang Jian. However, the gap between the two people's realm has made Wang Jian use his strength to break the skill and forcibly recover his disadvantages!
After the two people fought a hundred moves, Zhao Zhenlin's condition became worse and worse. Every time the two swords were handed over, there was a burst of energy, which passed along the sword, and his tiger's mouth was already shattered.
The person who secretly protected Zhao Zhenlin had been secretly removed by Zhang Yuan before that. So he is extremely critical now, but he is extremely resilient and still insists on reluctantly.
After Wang Jian completely gained the upper hand, he said very arrogantly: "Your swordsmanship has some merits, but it's a pity that you are not at the level! If you are willing to kneel down and beg the young master, maybe the young master is in a good mood and forgive him. Your dog's life!"
Zhao Zhenlin was clenching his teeth at this time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The blood at the mouth of the lake filled the entire palm, dripping drop by drop.
Zhao Zhenlin suddenly let out a long roar, and resorted to the Ye Family Sword Technique's final killer move. He shouted violently: "The little thief is going to be rampant, look at my sword!" He saw the long sword in his hand, shooting out like a bolt of lightning.
Wang Jian was also taken aback at this moment, and the cyclone moved quickly. The long sword in his hand swung upwards and slammed the sword to the side, but the strength of the long sword still left a blood mark on his face!
Wang Jian touched his face with his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "You kid really doesn't know whether you live or die. I will send you to the west today." As he said, he walked forward quickly, and he stabbed him with a sword.
Zhao Zhenlin has exhausted the last of his strength, only supporting it reluctantly with perseverance. Looking at the approaching sword, a wry smile appeared on his face.
Just when Zhao Zhenlin closed his eyes to die, he heard a sound. He quickly opened his eyes and saw that Wang Jian's mouth also burst, and the long sword in his hand was missing!
Wang Jian shouted: "I am a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, who dares to be nosy here! Do you want to be an enemy of our Xuantian Sword Sect?"
There was a ring of laughter like silver bells, and two women were seen walking out of the woods. One of the two women is wearing a light yellow dress and the other is wearing a sky blue gauze skirt.
Both of them have very beautiful faces, and they look like heroines.
The girl in the light yellow dress looked smaller, she giggled: "You are just an outer disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. You dare to say such things here without embarrassment. I feel blush for you! "
The woman in the sky blue veil said: "Speaking of which, you are really embarrassing to the Xuantian Sword Sect. You are so high in the realm that you can't take him easily.
If the two of you are at the same level, I am afraid that you are not his enemy of ten moves. For the sake of all disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, you should leave quickly! "
When Wang Jian looked at it secretly, he saw a small sword mark on the hem of the two women's skirts! This is exactly the sign of the disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect. The girl in the pale yellow dress has a silver sword, which means that she is an inner disciple.
As for the woman in the sky blue dress, the small sword is amazingly golden. This is clearly the sign of the disciple who passed on by himself, no matter which one of these two, he can not afford to be an outside disciple.
Wang Jian didn't dare to talk too much about this, and quickly went over and picked up his long sword. After saluting, he ran away embarrassed.
Zhao Zhenlin took a long breath of relief, and his tight nerves finally relaxed! He felt pain everywhere on his body, even standing up.
But he still clenched his teeth, letting his legs tremble constantly!
The woman in the sky blue clothes told the other one, "Ying'er, you can take a Hundred Flower Pill for him!"
The woman smiled playfully, and came to Zhao Zhenlin's side without seeing how to move.
Zhao Zhenlin felt a faint fragrance drifting into his nostrils.
Ying'er stretched out Qianqianyu's hand, holding a red pill on it.
Zhao Zhenlin deliberately stretched out his hand to pick it up, but his whole body was so painful that he couldn't move!
Ying'er smiled empathetically, delivered the pill in her hand to his mouth, and took it directly to him.
Zhao Zhenlin's lips naturally touched Ying'er's jade hand, and it felt so soft, with a hint of warmth and a faint fragrance, which was fascinating!