Chapter 1156

Tianfenghai

Thick ink flying

Although I have no fear, I have to sigh: in front of Wanyan Yonglian, everyone is so ordinary and bleak.% website.

If we say that Xue Wuqing aspired to the Jin Dynasty in his prime, became a great master and was admired by thousands of people, but he lived under others all his life and was unable to fulfill his wish; look at Xiao Shi's debut, which changed the pattern of the Southern Song Dynasty, moved everyone in all directions and shocked the world, but it was a pity that it was just a meteor disappearing for a moment.

Escaping from the world; the only intersection between the two of them was Yuan Sheng, who was invincible in the world of demonic martial arts, but ended up going crazy for the rest of his life and escaped into the devil's way...

Wanyan Yonglian, but he has almost everything. In the court, he is the prince above ten thousand people. He has always been an undefeated myth in the sword arena and on the battlefield. What he represents is not only the dream of the pinnacle of martial arts, but also

It is the most shocking power and status on the battlefield and in the world.

Therefore, he is the goal and target of everyone, including warriors, generals, and heroes. Such as the Southern Song Dynasty Rebels, the Hall of Masters, the Palace of Prince Yu...

Those who cannot defeat him are finally convinced by him;

Those who cannot surpass him can only be appreciated by him.

So in the face of such a powerful enemy, Lin Qian received the simplest and most contemptuous task in recent years: he only needs to hold out for ten rounds to pass. Just like Lin Qian did to Gu Tingxian back then, the strong man

Forgiveness to the weak.

Of course, it is impossible for Wanyan Yonglian not to know that Lin Qian is the one closest to him in the world, so Wanyan Yonglian's words are not arrogant - if he were really arrogant, Wanyan Yonglian would say, you just need to let my sword out of its sheath.

If you don't die, this task will be easier.

Therefore, surviving ten rounds is the most objective way for Wanyan Yonglian to be confident.

Lin Qian naturally has this self-awareness. Without a battlefield goddess standing by to give him some luck, he might not be able to survive ten rounds, or even have the chance to unsheath Wanyan Yonglian's sword——

"Let's get started." As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed with the first move of the Yinhen Knife, taking over the battle with Ling Dajie. He was so angry that his sword's will was boundless. He entered the state at the fastest time. As soon as he made a move, the mood of the situation changed. The spectators were dumbfounded, but Wanyan Yonglian defended himself.

It's quite easy, it's easy to lift, it's natural, there really is no need to take it out of the sheath... Lin Qian's offensive has been suppressed and dismissed before it was taken out of the sheath, of course!

Thanks to Lin Qian's inflated fighting strength today, he was able to get a glimpse of the mystery of Yue Li's swordsmanship. However, even so, he still missed the detection of Wanyan Yonglian... Without any time to breathe, Wanyan Yonglian's second sword was already stacked on top of the first to counterattack.

, he was the one who came first just now, and now he is the first to strike, and he still has the remaining power of the first sword, no more, no more, no less, so there is no waste or delay, and he comes to Lin on the spot.

On the sword! Seeing the scabbard flying past the Yinhen Saber, it almost reached Lin Qian's chest. Only at the last moment did Lin Qian regain his composure and take a step back to block him.

In desperation, Lin Qian mobilized most of his strength to compete with him. If this competition was limited to a limited area, Lin Qian would have lost here... At that time, he secretly sighed at his luck, unaware that he had just been infected by Yin'er at the last moment.

The self-rescue he created with his own moves was more characteristic than Yin'er's because he had deep inner strength. No wonder Wanyan Yonglian showed a hint of appreciation after seeing him save the day, "Good sword skills."

After two moves, Yin'er was still worried about Lin Qian's safety, her heart was tense and she didn't dare to close her eyes. She didn't know whether to count the moves forward or backward. In the past, she would have smiled proudly at anyone she met, saying that the one who wins will definitely win.

It was Lin Qian, and now, after only two moves, she had to admit that Wanyan Yonglian was right when he said that the two sides would cease fighting and we would end the war - when a whole layer of chaos, casualties and conflicts were all compressed into the sword, in fact

The severity of the disaster is the same, but the recipients are two separate people, or in other words, it is actually just Lin Qian...

Smiling bitterly, I wonder if the father in another time and space would frown and sigh. The girl's elbows are all turned outward. When I fight with your husband, you only worry about whether he will be injured. Just thinking like this, Lin

Qian and the prince once again encountered each other, the fierce fight escalated, and the fighting spirit was in conflict. The prince was not affected at all by the sword of drinking hatred. Lin Qian's offensive, which had accumulated 90% of his strength, failed again. Fortunately, Wanyan Yonglian's face

It's not that there is no dignity.

At that moment, the calf seemed to realize that Lin Qian's third move was sharp. Although there was no real progress, he finally got a head start, so he laughed out loud in Yin'er's arms. Yin'er hurriedly came back to his senses and found his son.

I don't know when I woke up, maybe because I heard my son's laughter, Lin Qian was greatly stimulated, the rhythm suddenly became more urgent, and he struck out again fast and hard, so fierce that they both died, with a spirit that showed no fear of death;

The prince leaned sideways lightly on the top of the scabbard, and he was very skillful in the face of changes. He cut off Lin Qian's attack with the sword in a moment. In the flash of light and flint, Lin Qian suddenly dodged around the scabbard, and the fifth move was against the fourth move.

It was both taking over and replacing, but the prince seemed to have expected it. The scabbard violently bounced his sword back. Lin Qian suffered a crushing destruction with four or five moves. However, the strong friction between the scabbard and the sword finally made the prince

The sword had to be unsheathed.

"Okay." Everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to breathe. They were all stupid and could only say this word. Song Jun said, okay, let the prince unsheath himself within five moves, so there is still a chance to tie the game. Jin Jun was

He said, "Okay, the prince can defeat the forest bandits with five moves with the scabbard of his sword. Strategically, he has wiped out the forest bandits' prestige, not only in this battle, but also in Shandong and the Southern Song Dynasty."

The sword is unsheathed, murderous, passing through the mountains and rivers, fertile sun and moon, the light becomes softer, everything is silent, the surrounding becomes quieter, the blade becomes more chilling, the cold is overwhelming, the ice and snow in early summer, the above are just the single form of this sword.

The essence of the sword is related to the sword owner.

At that time, Yin'er felt that the battle between Lin Qian and Wanyan Yonglian could no longer be described as a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping. Instead, it should be said that they were both like Kunpeng, striking the water by three thousand, lifting by ninety thousand, flying across the mountains and seas, and carrying the sky on their backs.

The image is clear and clear, but the light and shadow are cruel. From this sixth move, Wanyan Yonglian no longer has any reservations. When Lin Qian's sword is like the rising sun breaking through the waves, the mountains are dyed, and his sword is like a huge cloud curtain.

, falling from the sky. Turning from defense to offense, it only takes an instant.

Fortunately, Lin Qian was in good condition. Following the intention of the sword along the stone steps of Mount Tai, he was fully prepared physically and mentally, and his mind and spirit were fully integrated. He put aside the interference of vision and hearing, and controlled the sword only with his heart and eyes. This round was unprecedentedly turbulent and dangerous.

Seeing him, Lin Qian still calmly passed by.

The seventh move was extremely important and must not be lost. Lin Qian's strength immediately increased sharply - no one here was surprised. Even if Lin Qian could get a rest after the battle, even if he received energy from others, he should not be able to fight so smoothly.

...At first sight of his yin and yang hand, walking through the nine palaces, and the eight trigrams with his sword, Wanyan Yonglian certainly understood why Lin Qian's fight was so smooth. This young enemy who looked so much like himself, actually changed from the enemy in this morning's confrontation.

Have you learned there how to cooperate with the formation to increase combat power? Just like He Shi Lie Huanduan, Shu Qiankun and others have improved their combat power here, although it is only temporary, it is just right when used here.

Although this move was unexpected by Lin Qian, the bright color was still in the hands of the prince. The sword was just like the man himself, majestic and powerful, strong and plump, dignified and solemn. I wonder if it was an illusion. Yin'er could vaguely see that the sword technique was fast, as if it was like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing in the air.

"Writing", I thought to myself, could this be the meaning of the move to confirm love? Once this move is performed quickly, the opponent can see a certain word, certain words...

After seven rounds, Lin Qian finally realized that he had made the same mistake as Gao Fenglei when he used his hands. He should not have used his shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths... Lin Qian, Lin Qian, you can use formations to increase your combat power.

Little did they know that Wanyan Yonglian was the best at using formations. Wanyan Yonglian also knew astronomy and geography, and was good at playing, playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting...

This sword blocked the path of Yinhen's sword without any suspense; Lin Qian's ability to fight for so long was already a miracle in the eyes of many people.

In Wanyan Yonglian's sword, there is the elegance of youth, the splendor of adulthood, and the current insight, accumulated through experience, and finally the complexity is reduced to simplicity. Every move and style is superficially streamlined, but different people can still see different levels, and more

A higher level of eclecticism, his hands are obviously bloody, but it can easily turn into a splash of ink...

Lin Qian secretly thought that the swordsmanship of Yin'er, Chen Zhu, Chu Fengliu, Xuanyuan Jiuye and others were actually similar to his or came from the same origin, but they were not even close to the prince's 30% level. They were still beyond his reach.

Top notch expert.

For a moment, I couldn't believe that such an almost perfect character actually existed in the world, right before my eyes.

In fact, such a person is also a human being. He also has ups and downs, mistakes, shortcomings and dark sides, but he is too unfamiliar to the Southern Song Dynasty and too lofty. The shortcomings and regrets in his life are just not shown. One of them is

Beside Lin Qian.

In this first official confrontation, after only seven moves, Lin Qian's old strength was exhausted, and the opportunity for improvement was blocked. Until now, I still don't know how much he can still stand here.

, more or less a matter of luck.

At the end of the seven moves, the formation shook frequently, and it was doomed to collapse. The ground tilted and shifted, and the sand and rocks collapsed one after another.

The whole mountain changed, time split, even the dust gradually gained weight after the rampage, and the overall roar seemed to overwhelm the few rounds of swords and the few sounds of war horses.

Suddenly the sky becomes dark and the earth becomes dark. They are just a few ink dots splashed on the scroll by the Creator. When they are wrinkled, no one can see each other. When they are curled, they cannot control any movement. When they are torn, they are all broken into powder and their souls are scattered.

.

So everyone missed the eighth move. I wonder if the wind, sea, rain, and thick ink flying in this space were caused by the fight between Lin Qian and the prince, or the fragments of time and space fission. Or maybe the time and space fission was also caused by these two things.

If a person turns over his hand, the city will collapse and the walls will be destroyed, and the world will be exhausted if he turns over his hand.

The fate of chaos is the prince's insight, and the traces of troubled times are all changed by Lin Qian.

The eighth move should not be missed. At this time, the victory of the prince's sword technique has been determined. Where there is no sword, there are swords everywhere. Lin Qian obviously has nowhere to hide. Who would have expected that the collapse of the formation will temporarily save him again?

He, he used the Drinking Hate Knife to bring thousands of gravels with him to deal with the Prince's Everywhere Sword. He was really forced into a desperate situation and tried to fight, but he didn't hit the right mark.

At this point, he grabbed the life-saving straw. The sword and the man worked together to strike more and more smoothly. As soon as the falling sand and stones touched the tip of the knife, they were all thrown towards Wanyan Yonglian. Lin Qian's swordsmanship was indeed ruthless, and the sand and stones were fighting as if there were any.

They all listened to his words as if their lives were on the line, and without looking back or turning, they smashed Wanyan Yonglian completely. All the soldiers, whether they were looking up close or from a distance, felt that Lin Qian's sword path was full of poisonous sand.

When the sand and stone became a hidden weapon and followed the Yinhen Knife to attack, the prince suddenly changed from active to passive. He seemed to have not expected to use the sand and stone to counterattack. The time was too short and it seemed that he could not learn from it, so he did not confront the eighth knife head-on, but

Taking a step back to defend. Everyone secretly sighed at Lin Qian's first-rate emergency response, and they were obviously surprised why the prince didn't do the same. Although his thinking may not be as active as Lin Qian's, at least he saw Lin Qian fighting like this, and he definitely had time to react.

It doesn’t exist for too short a time to learn from it...

Even Lin Qian was surprised. He didn't want to take the lead, so he was naturally surprised why Wanyan Yonglian didn't follow...

There was no need to think too much. Although the prince handed over the initiative in this round, his defense was impeccable and there was no sign of defeat. Lin Qian did not dare to neglect. After the knife hit his sword, he was waiting for the ninth knife to break through the defense line. Suddenly, the tiger's mouth opened.

After being numb, he almost fell over and could not stand upright. He was obviously injured internally, and blood immediately flowed out of the corner of his mouth...

"Shengnan..." Yin'er, Xinyu, Song Xian and others were all shocked. In fact, as long as they were masters, although they didn't expect it at the time, they finally saw Wanyan Yonglian's eighth sword blocking Lin Qian's eighth sword.

, the gravel that helped Lin Qian's attack was instantly scattered and disappeared; and when Lin Qian's ninth sword took advantage of the victory to pursue, a stone ball suddenly appeared on the side of Wanyan Yonglian's ninth sword, which was stronger than Lin Qian's scattered sand.

Too much is too damaging.

It turns out that in the eighth round, the prince didn't follow Lin Qian to take advantage of the environment. The prince took one step ahead of Lin Qian and hid the sand and stones at his hand. But unlike Lin Qian, who just picked them up and hit them out, Wanyan Yonglian clearly picked the strongest one.

The scattered ones were even gathered together. However, there was not enough time for this move, and Lin Qian attacked eagerly again, so Wanyan Yonglian retreated while sucking the rest into his hands... Who was it at this moment?

I still admire Lin Qian, because I am stunned by Wanyan Yonglian’s vision, attainments, courage and courage.

"He strikes very slowly, too late. It is simple, but it removes all the defense power and picks out the fatal wound accurately." Yin'er once commented on Wanyan Yonglian's strategy, and the same is true for martial arts. At this moment, Yin'er

I just felt dry and my face was burning.

"There is only one word difference between junior and senior. Junior only knows how to learn and apply, while senior only knows how to accumulate knowledge." At that moment, Yang Song Xian's heart raised in his throat. Although he was worried about Lin Qian, the shadow of Yi Maishan could not help but cross his mind.

"I don't know how your Majesty the Demonic Temple compares to this person." Lin Meicai imagined foreign aid, but he could only find it from the dead.

Time froze, Lin Qian also knew that there was no hope of a draw, Wanyan Yonglian's tenth sword had already slashed towards his hair...q
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