Chapter 35: Impulsive momentarily cool, regretful and heartbroken
Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang were both arrogant people. Bu Jingyun looked at Duan Lang coldly, the red cloak behind him fluttering in the wind, like an erratic red cloud, with a long and continuous breath.
Duan Lang drew out the sword in his hand. The sword was sharp and full of momentum. His eyes were filled with the desire to win. He always wanted to prove himself.
Currently, the person Duan Lang wants to defeat the most is Bu Jingyun.
"Bu Jingyun, today I will let you see the power of my family-breaking swordsmanship."
"Hmph, you were no match for me before, not now, and certainly not in the future!"
Bu Jingyun said coldly, very confident.
Nie Feng was caught between the two of them and was in a dilemma.
On one side is his senior brother.
On one side are my friends.
"Senior Brother Yun, Lang, if you have something to say, please tell me."
"I have nothing to say to him.
"Feng, don't worry about this."
Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang looked at each other, but it was rare to reach an agreement.
Nie Feng had no choice but to step aside.
"Come on, let me recognize the reality this time."
Bu Jingyun performed the "Cloud Expelling Palm", and instantly the clouds surged around Bu Jingyun.
"The sun is like fire!'
Duan Lang turned his wrist and picked out the sword flowers. A dazzling light lit up the sword body, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds and the fiery red sword energy striking Bu Jingyun.
"Changing clouds and rain!'
Bu Jingyun shot out his palms at an extremely fast speed, the shadows of his palms flying, and the moves were intertwined and complicated, blocking all the flaming sword flowers.
“Every day is full!”
Duan Lang jumped up, standing on a high place, and slashed downwards with his sword. The fierce sword energy and steaming heat wave lasted for a long time.
"Tear the sky and dispel the clouds!"
Bu Jingyun's feet sank, and his palms were powerful enough to strike diagonally upwards. The powerful Yun Jin seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.
The palms of the swords collided, violent energy exploded, and both sides were knocked back two feet by the energy released by the explosion.
The wind roared, and the fiery red storm spread from between the two people. As the two people stepped back, a layer of the marble floor beneath their feet was lifted off, and flew upward along the air waves into the distance.
The two of them were fighting fast, and hundreds of moves passed in the blink of an eye. They seemed to be evenly matched, but they were both showing signs of fatigue.
Relying on the power of the sword and Huo Jin's restraint on Yun Jin, Duan Lang gradually gained the upper hand.
"Bu Jingyun, your cloud-dispelling palm is only capable of this, you will definitely lose!'
“It’s a shameless talk.’
Bu Jingyun was secretly surprised. He didn't expect Duan Lang's strength to be much stronger than the last training competition.
Didn’t Duanlang use his full strength last time?
There was a trace of worry in Nie Feng's eyes, he was not happy to see anyone hurt.
But Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang both showed real fire, and they no longer held back in their attacks.
Duan Lang's figure swayed, and the long sword in his hand rolled up a fire storm. The blazing wave of fire swept out like a ferocious beast, making a harsh roar. All the flowers and plants along the way were burned to the ground, leaving a black mark on the ground.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the marbles along the way exploded, revealing a sword mark more than five feet long.
“The clouds of disaster are falling from the sky!’
Feeling the domineering power of this sword, Bu Jingyun turned around, and the cloak behind him flew against the wind. The yin and yang energy was misty and uncertain, carrying the invincible energy, from softness to hardness, and then black clouds came out of his palm, falling straight like a dark cloud.
The two energies collided in the air. After a moment of stalemate, Duanlang's "Fire Lin Eclipse" was the winner. The sword energy tore a hole in his cloak, leaving a scar on Bu Jingyun's left shoulder.
Blood trickled out from his shoulders.
Obviously, Bu Jingyun suffered a big loss in this confrontation.
However, Bu Jingyun became more courageous as he fought, and the "Pailing Cloud Palm" had the property of becoming stronger when exposed to water, and would only bleed. Bu Jingyun used blood to enhance his attack power, which actually brought him back to some situations.
While their palms and swords were interlaced, the two of them were flying up and down in the courtyard, constantly moving, changing their moves, and fighting fiercely for dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye.
In the small courtyard, everywhere is filled with traces of being scraped by Qi Jin, and the surrounding area is in a mess. Bu Jingyun's "Pailing Cloud Palm" means "clouds are impermanent", and the moves are erratic and elusive. After encountering blood,
, extremely powerful.
But blood is not boiled water. A short-term fierce battle is fine, but over time, the body will inevitably be unable to bear it. "I want to see how much blood you can shed."
Duan Lang did not fight Bu Jingyun head-on. He wandered around. Bu Jingyun gradually lost his strength and was beaten back. In the midst of lightning and flint, Duan Lang's breath curled up and he stabbed Bu Jingyun with the long sword in his hand.
Chest.
"don't want!"
When Nie Feng saw the killer coming from Duan Lang, he moved and prepared to stop him.
However, a burst of sword energy arrived first and struck Duan Lang's sword, breaking the long sword. Duan Lang was forced to retreat, and he was about to get angry, but when he turned around, he realized that the person who struck was Tianjian Wuming.
The Divine Gu Wenhuang was sitting in a wheelchair eating melon seeds.
[When did they arrive? I had no idea before.]
Duanlang was secretly frightened, and he could forget about being nameless.
How did God Gu Wenhuang approach silently while sitting in a wheelchair?
"Don't be too exhausted with people, and don't be too exhausted with things. If you are too exhausted with everything, fate will inevitably end early."
Wuming likes to be a teacher. Seeing that both Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang have good talents, he doesn't want them to embark on a wrong path, so he gives some advice.
Duanlang felt unhappy, but facing Tianjian Wuming, he knew that he was no match. He threw the broken sword on the ground and turned to look at Bu Jingyun with disdain: "I won this time!"
"Huh, I haven't lost yet."
Seeing the villain Duan Lang succeeding, Bu Jingyun looked very ugly.
[You must be strong young people!]
Wuming didn't say much about this. He was also a person who had been there before, and he knew that young people always have good intentions. He looked at Jiang Fan who was eating melon seeds at the side: "What does Emperor Wen think of this battle?"
"The most important thing in this battle is the counterattack. Duanlang is fire, and there is no water here, so he has the advantage. Bu Jingyun's foundation is better than Duanlang, and he can react well on the spot.
Jiang Fan threw down the melon seed shells casually: "Compared with their fighting, I am more concerned about whether they have money to compensate for the losses?"
As he said that, Jiang Fan looked at Duan Lang and Bu Jingyun: "I've had enough of the beating. Please settle the bill and round up the damaged items. Even if you have one hundred thousand taels, there will be no credit. Who will pay."
"One hundred thousand taels, why don't you go and grab it!"
When Duanlang heard that it was one hundred thousand taels, he immediately became furious. He would work as a handyman in the world and only get two taels of silver a month.
One hundred thousand taels is not enough to buy him.
Bu Jingyun was rich, but who would carry a hundred thousand taels of silver notes on him if he had nothing to do?
As for substituting names, if Bu Jingyun dared to do it, Jiang Fan would dare to break his legs.
"A gentleman loves money and takes it in a proper way. If you don't destroy it wantonly, how can I ask for money? Why, you want to default on the money? You don't have to pay for breaking things. It's impossible to get money for nothing!'
Looking at Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang whose faces turned dark, Jiang Fan would not tolerate their bad habits. Really, everyone in the world is your father, and I have to tolerate you in everything.
Nie Feng wondered: "Senior Wenhuang, one hundred thousand taels is too much, and you won't let us go out, so we can't raise money!"
"If you don't have money, then work to pay off the debt. First clean up the yard, and then go to Jianchi to blacksmith. If you don't do it well, I will let you experience what a strong moral culture is."
Jiang Fan shook his feather fan, Wuming shook his head, gave several young people a wish-for-blessing look, and then pushed Jiang Fan away.
Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang stood in the dilapidated small courtyard.
A breeze blew by, the fallen leaves were fluttering, and the world was vast!
The impulse makes you happy for a while, but you regret it later.
This time, between Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang, there is no winner, and the tears of beating the workers are silently left in my heart!