Chapter 166 Dream Play

"Start the game!"

After the words fell, Zhang Jiao slowly retracted her gaze and looked at the person in front of her.

Zhang Qingyu was also looking at her, with extremely complicated eyes.

I remember last night when the temple was ruined in the deserted mountains, the two of them went to Wushan together, holding the rain and clouds, and enjoying the spring in Gaotang.

I don’t know how many times I’ve been lingering, I don’t know where the sweat has flowed, and finally my joints have softened and my soul has been lost.

When Zhang Qingyu woke up, there was no one around him, it was like an erotic dream that had disappeared without a 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, it was his first time, and he was so crazy the first time.

But after taking a closer look, I found that I had too much overdraft, which was unusual.

So I found a non-freezing spring in the mountains, washed and tidied up, and meditated to recover using the Five Hearts Chaoyuan method. When I came back to my senses, I was shocked to realize that the competition time was approaching, and I hurriedly climbed the mountains and seas to follow the snowy trails, which spanned more than ten miles. Rush to the scene.

While meditating, he thought a lot.

He wanted to ask Zhang Jiao what he meant.

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

It was even difficult for him to connect the sweet-smelling nephrite, boneless, passionate, gentle and wild little white rabbit last night with the girl in red who was as indifferent as the proud snow on the mountain in front of him at this moment. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Zhang Jiao's eyes looked at him without emotion, only cold.

She unsheathed her sword and said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, you are already late, how long are you going to be in a daze now? I won't wait for you, watch the sword!"

As he spoke, he used Qingcheng School's "Songfeng Sword Technique" to stab Zhang Qingyu's waist and abdomen.

The waist and abdomen are the center points of the human body. The first move is to hit the waist and abdomen, which shows great ambition. In this way, it is difficult for the opponent to dodge no matter up, down, left or right. If he can dodge the first move, he will not be able to dodge the second, third, and fourth moves.

But Zhang Qingyu jumped lightly, like a crane's shadow in the sky, with his toes just a little bit on the tip of the sword, and flew behind Zhang Jiao.

His movement was extremely beautiful and graceful, and he easily avoided Zhang Jiao's provocative stab, making the other party unable to use his backhand at all.

But the strange thing is that if he flew over Zhang Jiao and struck down in the air, all he had to do was slap or kick her on the back of the head or cervical spine, and Zhang Jiao would be seriously injured even if she didn't die.

Even if you are not injured, you will be forced to scramble.

But Zhang Qingyu didn't, so he fell behind her and looked at her.

Zhang Jiao turned her sword around and attacked Zhang Qingyu again.

This time, she fully deployed the "Songfeng Sword Technique", as if a storm was sweeping towards Zhang Qingyu!

Originally, the Qingcheng School's "Songfeng Sword Technique" was strong, light and agile, emphasizing "as strong as a pine and as light as the wind".

But now, Zhang Jiao has turned the "pine wind" into a "strong wind".

Just look at the sword in her hand going straight forward, fierce and swift, and there must be a whooshing sound every time the sword comes out.

The sword is extremely fast and powerful.

Her figure kept swaying, but her lower body was as firm as a pine tree.

It is precisely "catch on the green mountains and remain as motionless as a pine; northwest, southeast and north, as swift as the wind."

Zhang Qingyu nodded slightly. She could practice swordsmanship to this point, surpassing many Qingcheng sect disciples and even various martial arts masters.

It's just...the heat isn't quite enough.

He dodged the most vicious swords and cast the "Golden Light Spell". The golden light covered the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He found the weakest sword in Zhang Jiao's attack and flicked it with just one finger.

Hearing the sound of "dang", Zhang Jiao's long sword shook violently, and the blade rolled back towards him. If he hadn't reacted quickly and twisted his waist and arms in time, he would have almost cut off his own ear.

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

Zhang Qingyu was startled, looked at his own hands, then looked at the other person, and said nonchalantly: "I...I..."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jiao was already furious with her sword.

This time, her sword was still like a strong wind, but it was not as straight forward as before, but had many changes.

It's like a pine forest on a mountain cliff. Suddenly there is a strong wind in the mountain. The densely packed pine needles make a rustling sound, swaying left and right, rubbing and colliding with each other, advancing and retreating, cutting and sweeping, splitting and hanging, and stabbing. There is teasing, like a sharp sword that suddenly undergoes endless changes.

Zhang Jiao danced more and more anxiously, and the shape of the sword in her hand could no longer be seen at all, only a blur of silver light.

Zhang Qingyu said "good".

Yu Yue in the audience and Lin Ruoying on the high platform shook their heads at the same time.

Su Murong asked Yu Yue: "Master, why are you shaking your head? Is it because Zhang Jiao's swordsmanship is too fancy and complicated?"

Yu Yue said: "You understand."

Bu Yaolian sneered, boy named Yu, can you pretend any more? This kind of swordsmanship has been passed down by masters of Qingcheng School. If you were on stage, you would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest!

Zhang Qingyu's eyes were like a torch, and he flicked his fingers, and the golden light flashed.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang...

The sound of gold and iron clashing was as dense as rain hitting the eaves.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao held the sword in both hands, kicked the ground with her feet, twisted her waist to exert force, her posture was so beautiful, but she rushed out like a thunder, and the sword instantly turned into lightning, piercing Zhang Qingyu's throat.

This is no longer the swordsmanship of the Qingcheng sect, but the "Liu's marksmanship" of the Liu family in Rongcheng.

This change of tactics was merciless.

Flying forward and stabbing, this is a desperate move!

Zhang Qingyu felt a lot of sadness in her heart. Could it be that the tenderness and wildness last night were just a show of kindness to her and not worthy of any nostalgia? Could she really tell each other apart and treat them as a game and a dream? Or, in other words, she dedicated her precious and beautiful body to herself and let herself do whatever she wanted all night long. In addition to getting rid of the potent aphrodisiac, the only thing she could do was repay and grateful?

All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Zhang Jiao's long sword, like a spear, had pierced his eyes and would pierce his throat the next moment.

Zhang Qingyu's mind was in confusion, and the middle finger of her right hand that had been blessed with the "Golden Light Spell" popped up. With a "clang" sound, it hit the spine of her sword from bottom to bottom. The spine of the sword was like the seven inches of a snake, which was the weakest point of the sword. Zhang Qingyu made an unintentional flick, and his uncontrollable force was so great that he completely shattered the long sword, and the fragments shot up into the sky like a cloud of silver stars.

Zhang Qingyu flicked out his finger and secretly yelled "Oops".

I saw that Zhang Jiao could not hold the hilt of the sword left in her hand. She was shaken by the huge force and flew up. A pair of white palms were shaken with cracks and blood flowing out. However, due to inertia, she was still rushing towards Zhang Qingyu. .

Zhang Qingyu was filled with guilt, turned to tenderness and hugged her, and whispered in her ear with concern: "You are bleeding..."

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

These two punches were not light, but it was nothing to Zhang Qingyu who was protected by the "Golden Light Curse". Instead, he was worried about whether the girl's hand hurt.

Zhang Jiao took a few steps back, used Little White Teeth to tear open her sleeves, wrapped the fabric tightly in her hands, and then borrowed weapons from the audience.

Liu Xingchui threw up the "bright silver gun with tiger fangs" passed down to him by his father.

Zhang Jiao took the gun, turned around and danced, and made a beautiful starting position, aiming the tip of the gun at Zhang Qingyu's heart.

Zhang Qingyu looked bitter, as if he was trying to smile, but how could he laugh?

He asked: "Do you really... want to win that much?"