But it is also between this line, the light is dazzling, time is reversed, and the thoughts are confused.

It seems that through the Death Knife, I saw some impressions that he could not have-

Yellow lights, gentle swaddle clothes, strange Taoist priests,

Say something that the baby cannot understand:

"There is only one pair of Yinhen Knife, but both of his brothers want it. One martial arts world has two masters, which is not a blessing for the martial arts world!"

One cold and the other warm, two and a half pieces of jade were hung around their necks by a young and beautiful woman:

"It would be better to believe that it has it."

With a roar, the two babies were separated, one gained and one lost, the lost one rolled down the cliff, and the woman's heart-wrenching scream came:

"Qian'er--!"

Memory, like a tide, surging,

"Zi Yan, the sword of the Death Knife commands to resist the Jin Dynasty, is of great importance, and cannot be without his successors - let Chuan Yu abandon his literature and follow his martial arts, replace Qian'er, and be Lin Qian." The familiar and vague figure is both a discussion and an order.

Memory, like fragments, pieced together, jumped away,

It seemed that not long after, he saw himself in the mirror again. On the Qinhuai River and on Xiaoxiang Road, a child was reciting a seven-step poem. A flash of horses passed by, and a glimpse of the legendary peerless boy, smiling coldly without showing any sadness and joy:

"So it's you."

On a quiet night, a private manor full of woods and lotus blooms. When the flowers are broken, they encounter unexpectedly. They suddenly come to face each other head-on:

"It's you again, why do you follow wherever I go?"

On the day of the desolate flowers, on the day of Su Muli's funeral, the young man smiled indifferently, stood beside Gu Zhen and Gu Ting, listening carefully without saying a word.

On the surface, it was Cao Fan and Sugu's life-saving straw, but in fact it did not do anything.

Later, even if we didn't meet, there was always an intersection. He was all moving forward. The boy was retreating, and the more he became more and more urgent, and the more he was forced and farther away, until he was desperate. He was full of sins and never gave up. The boy was covered in blood and couldn't resist. What the boy was thinking, he knew without communicating.

Lin Qian, if you want to have a short knife valley, I will not get involved. If you want to seize Xingzhou, I will help you guard it. If you want to conquer the world, I will be left to thank guests. If there is a prosperous person in the world, there will be a lonely person. If you are the former, I can only be in the back.

Of course, you are ashamed of me, I am hostile to you,

But you and I can coexist like this, you fight to expand your territory in blood, I defend the circumference with a calm wind,

No dispute, no chaos, no existence,

Just for me and you, for my world, family, country and wind and smoke in the Song Dynasty...

What is the result, what kind of reward will be ten years later?!

"If the lord is here, he will not protect him. He is a spy and will be punished!" "The spy in Guanxianzhuang!" "It's really a golden man!" Blood splattered the wedding banquet.

"Spy Qin Chuanyu!" "Shoot him to death, shoot him to death!" Xue Ran San Pass.

"Come back! Don't go!" "Chuan Yu, come back! Don't go!" Chen Cang was washed away.

All are blood...the memories and vision are red.

Why, at this critical moment of rebellion, I think of this person, this younger brother who is the same mother as him?

My thoughts went from cold to warm up, and then to complete recovery, but it was also between this line, between the front line, he finally met Lin Mo again,

But why did we meet again at the peak of this match, between drinking hatred and eternal disaster, between enemy and us, victory and loss, life and death!

The sharp edge was shrouded, the war drums were wrapped, the weapons were pushed, and the formation was oppressed. When he was awake, he had no time to retreat. In recent years, nothing Talin Qian had done had ever retreated.

"Chuan Yu..." He should have thought of it long ago, guessing that Xuanyuan Jiuye would find Lin Mo to be the first eye of the big gold.

"Is it that spy Lin Mo?" "The elder brother of the alliance king?" "One is in the sky, the other is in the earth!" These judgments and these rebukes were already filled with ears the moment before the match.

But from the beginning of the match, he was heartbroken and forgot everything, so he was so heartless that he ignored or rejected to explore who the sword master of eternal disaster was, who would be the first to be the lethal power of the sword.

Who is it? Lin Mo, Lin Qian’s closest relative, and the one he is most sorry for!

He turned into the sword with anger that the sword was unstoppable, and he drove straight in, and then turned the knot and turned the first sword to the dead soul!?

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The wounds of the wild.

"It was born with the same roots, so why are we too anxious to fight each other? When you are young, you will be separated, but who knows that separation and hatred will arise. The wilderness and fire are endless, and the ancient wild grass cannot survive. The dream will never stop fighting, and the night rain will be wet after the night rain."

As early as the third year of Qingyuan, Xuanyuan Jiuye received such a comment about Lin Qian and Lin Mo's fate from Dongfang Yu's disciple. The disciple said it was amazing: "The two brothers have similar fates, but the opposite."

At that time, he still laughed absurdly on the paper.

At that time, he designed Qianmo's wounds to use women to disagree with the brothers, just to give Lin Qian a more bargaining chip in his hand.

Before that, he had searched the weapons involved in the Jin side forty years ago. For the masters of various weapons, his task was to protect them from old age and death, or to wait for their successors to grow up, or to find replacements with similar destinies in case of emergencies.

He knew in his heart that the host of weapons is not the only one, only suitable and more suitable; and in addition to the irreplaceable weapons in the array eye, even weapons can be changed at the discretion of non-array eye, as long as it is time.

Looking back, it was nearly ten years ago. It was also at that time that his formation was basically prepared, but he was the first formation "eternal disaster" without a master. He finally found Lin Shengnan by his iron shoes. He did not hesitate to treat the wise and the inferior, and visited the cottage three times, seeking each other hard and both soft and hard, hoping to use Lin Shengnan to fight against the "Lin Qian" of the Southern Song Dynasty...

Over the past ten years, his lineup has been falling down and filled in. Some weapons at the edge of the formation have to be replaced. As a result, these weapons and people still correspond to the final positions one by one, making his idea come naturally, and it is worth the effort and energy.

The only thing that remains unchanged is eternal disaster. For ten years, no suitable person has appeared. The only one is him, Lin Shengnan.

What a pity that the stubborn Lin Shengnan wanted to resist the Jin Dynasty from beginning to end, but even went to the Southern Song Dynasty to steal the first eye of "Lin Qian"...

So, why not use Lin Qian and Lin Mo to fill in this sword that Dajin Duque?!

Goodbye Chen Cang, Xuanyuan Jiuye’s first impression when he saw Lin Mo was that he was familiar.

The image is uneven and handsome, and his brother is carved out in the same mold.

There is a Guanxianzhuang who damages eight hundred and hurts one thousand enemies, and there is Wu Xi who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos. The Dundao Gu Yijun Mingzhe protects himself and takes advantage of the situation. With Wanyan Yonglian personally helping, the Jin army in Longshan and Shaanxi work together to ignore life and death. Why is Xuanyuan Jiuye worried about not being able to successfully obtain the battle layout?

Of course, he won first and then wanted to fight: Lin Mo could have interfered with Lin Qian's manipulation of the Desert Sword. Even if Lin Qian overcomes all difficulties, he still decided to lead the heroes of the Southern Song Dynasty out of the predicament and do his best to play the best state of the Desert Sword... But don't forget-

Lin Mo, even if he doesn’t have any combat power, as long as he stands there, it will make Lin Qian feel confused.

In this world, no one understands Lin Qian better than Xuanyuan Jiuye:

Lin Qian couldn't bear to kill Lin Mo.

Yes, Lin Qian will take into account the overall situation and weigh the pros and cons, but that is based on careful consideration. This time it is different. The fate of heaven is caught off guard. He only needs a moment of hesitation and has not had time to make a choice. He can teach the formation of the Southern Song Dynasty to be defeated and the entire army will be wiped out!

The facts were exactly the same as Xuanyuan Jiuye thought, Lin Qian was at the most unexpected moment.

"Drinking hatred sword, remnant love sword, Feng Xu sword... These are all returned to the dust, and I think they can't bear to leave them." Xuanyuan Jiuye said that it was impossible to be unhappy, but it was mixed with a hint of regret, especially the Drinking hatred sword...

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"Drinking hatred knife was born in ancient times, prospered in Lin Chujiang, and flourished in Lin Qianqian" - The judgment of the Master Hall.

"Looking straight outside the sky and river, looking down at the paintings in the Beijing room" - the feeling of the top ten north and south.

"Lin Qian's hatred knife is like a poem on the frontier. After reading for a moment, he saw hundreds of battles on the battlefield, and the horse was running smoothly on the peaks and valleys" - Guanxianzhuang's praise.

"The sword is low and the Chu Kuang is low, and the sword is small Feng Xu is small" - the shock of the twelve souls.

In the moment when memory revives, Lin Qian and the Desert Knife live up to the expectations of the Southern Song Dynasty and the appreciation of the enemy.

The quiet sword realm, majestic momentum, iron-blooded fighting ambition, comes from the heart, is in the sword, spreads in the world,

Those who can see this knife inside and outside the teaching formation all feel "walked on the road in the hot summer, suddenly being swept by the snow light, suddenly seeing the moon on the top of the mountain, and suddenly feeling like they are in the marsh country."

As magnificent as mountains and as vast as seas and rivers? In his sword, Huayue has always been without three feet, and only one cup in Japan, passionate and heart-wrenching.

But starting with the mind method of Bai's Changqingji, Lin Qian's sword intention was like a peak that was ten thousand feet high from the plain, but Lin Mo's sword intention was completely opposite. It was like a rift that plummeted from the world to the white heat. The four swords intertwined, and the dangers were everywhere, and it was difficult to separate. Lin Mo took Lin Qian into the abyss step by step, but Lin Qian dragged him to the way home.

In the next moment, Lin Qian's memory was completely revived. At this time, only seven steps were left in Li Ni Slash. Although he was in a sudden confusion and a bolt from the blue, he did not hesitate and did not stop attacking. He still insisted on a hard heart and insisted on ending the long-built swords. He did this, so cruelly, and mercilessly, slashing, cutting, slashing, and sweeping, just because he didn't want to hurt Mo, he wanted to save Mo!

He also knew what Xuanyuan Jiuye was betting with him. At this moment, he was also betting on everything, only moving forward and not retreating, hoping that these familiar and despairing swords that were engraved in life could arouse Lin Mo's even a trace of change of mind. In this way, he had the chance to drag Lin Mo back to the Southern Song Dynasty!

Advance and retreat. If Lin Mo can be awakened and stop, then Lin Qian can easily win and lose, and will definitely reduce the damage to the minimum, and Lin Mo can also make meritorious service...

However, when there were five steps left, he clearly saw the unrepentant on Mo's face and the coldness in Mo's sword...

Back then, the surface of the road was cold and indifferent, but the inner part was hot. Now, when we met, it was extremely cold, which made people feel cold.

So close, the strong telepathy between the twins made him know that Lin Mo was not pretending to help the Jin people at this moment. Lin Mo was really doing his best. He was really heartless and devoted himself to the enemy country to fight back and kill everything he had defended.

"More than one Jin man surrendered me. I didn't agree ten years ago, and ten years later, I will definitely not. I will never do this life."

Why do people change, principles change, and vows change?

What is it that changes first?!

Since Lin Mo no longer gave in and was full of attacks and evil spirits, Lin Qian finally felt that hesitation in her heart.

Everything is at your control

A natural plotter, conspirator, Xuanyuan Jiuye, is about to kill Han Zeye under the sword, and a smile of victory appears on the corner of his mouth: Although he is so sad, it is worth it...

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The world did not meet people's wishes. Lin Qian tried his best to clear the obstacles, hoping not to fight Lin Mo to death. Unexpectedly, he could not escape the situation by running out of his own way. He did not see any miracles or turn around. So he irreversibly fell into the line of life and death with Mo.

Hesitation, of course hesitation, when that was the time, there was only this one choice and a way out - the need and wish of killing everyone alongside him is to kill Lin Mo.

In the third round to the end, the Yinhen Dao had forcibly blocked all the paths of eternal disaster. Suddenly, he jumped from the edge of the blade into a scene that seemed familiar but never seen before. Lin Qian's heart trembled immediately.

It seemed like a muffled thunder was hitting the head, and for a moment, the war and noise disappeared, replaced by the morning under the slash of swords, valleys and saw the waves. It was just dawn. He woke up and saw the gurgling streams, saw the lotus blooming on the other side, the geese flying, the autumn air was clear, and the faint sunlight shone on his body. A group of wild ducks swam over from Yueming River under the boatman's drive. He just stood up and saw a young child who was about the same age as him, rubbing his sleepy eyes: "Brother, we are actually asleep." "Brother, why are you stunned?" The young child had a face that always looked like him. "Brother, did your father and mother not come to him, and you don't love us at all. Humph, it's better for brother." It turns out that this is how normal children snuggled up to your brother.

Lin Qian's heart was like a stone falling into the mud, sinking and sliding into the abyss, his arms numb, full of blood. The tighter he held the knife in his hand, the more he wanted to let go - no, now he is in a battle, in a battle, life and death are at stake, this is just an illusion brought by the knife in his mouth, something that has never happened before, Chuan Yu, forgive me for not thinking about you! Don't think about it anymore!
To be continued...