Entering hundreds of steps from the mountain, the cave is deep and deep, and you will never see the bottom. You often encounter fire and wind and cold, and you will not hear the breath of living creatures.

The whole world is as if isolated in a different space. On the dark and desolate other side, thousands of blades roaring in the sword tomb.

"Why hold the swords and guns tightly, don't believe everything else." War Wolf whispered to remind him that he had turned into the formation of King Cao, and even his own gravity should not be believed-

All the gas you breathe is running in an inclined way, and the place you pass by will suddenly twist. The only thing you can rely on for survival is the weapons in your hands.

This feeling is both strange and familiar. In the past, the Nan Grotto Temple, the Yuhuang Mountain, the Hedong Demon Gate and the sound of the abyss, Yue Li, the Tianzun who led the way, would remind Jin and Song Qunxiong to "Be careful", which is vivid in my mind.

I almost walked through a pretty static sword forest. Because the gap was too narrow and the sharpness was sharp like mud, Feng Han, who was a little fatter and a little swollen, could not come over, and he was only sighed.

It just so happened that the phosphorescence in this cave floated freely. If you look down at the uneven ancient swords from a high place, it would be a shimmering scene. Beautiful is beautiful, all from the corpses of old age, which are gloomy and terrifying.

"Wanyan Aguda, the founding monarch of the Jurchen country; Wanyan Loushi, captured the Liao emperor alive and swept across Jin and Yu; Wanyan Zongwang, the founder of Jingkang shame, captured the two emperors Hui and Qin; Jin Wushu, Han Shizhong, Yue Wumu and the strongest opponent of the Wu clan in Sichuan and Shu..." Unlike the heroes of the Jin and Song dying, Lin Qian seemed to have done his homework to travel in the cave, looking around and looking for the possible locations of the four swords mentioned by Chen Xu.

The sword forest just now was static and flashing. He felt that the most terrifying thing should be dynamic and glow... He was thinking about it, but was disliked by Feng Han, and shouted at the distance: "Lin Qian, be serious!"

If you don't roar, you will be able to see such a loud sound echoing through a deep, rotten black hole, and suddenly a large thunder roll and electric shock. In an instant, a guardian sword dragon leaps and tigers, flying from all directions toward this only core. The eyes are full of swords and the hearing is deafening.

"Welcome to the enemy..." Before the Wolf finished speaking, the murderous aura that had been hovering for a long time had already swarmed down? How could the few Jin Fang use to make up the number of people to carry a knife and a gun?

But then, the gap between the Blood Wolf Shadow, Chu Kuang Dao, and the Crescent Gilded Scoop happened to meet Feng Xu Dao, Han Xing Gun, and Baimen Four Awesome Arts...

They all slashed away with the sharp edge of the Yinhen Blade? The sound of gold and iron? The sound of tigers and dragons.

Immediately, the battle with three million retreated Jade Dragon, and the scales and armor were flying all over the sky.

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"Mr. Feng, are you fighting well?" Lin Qian asked with a smile? Instead of the Wolf Warrior, leading the crowd to take advantage of the situation? There was a scene of broken waves in the robe.

"Okay, okay..." Feng Han then breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes suddenly became cheerful as he spoke. It turned out that because the outer sword forest was uprooted by Lin Qian, the phosphorescence was piled up in front of him and Yila Pua's eyes in a few seconds. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a light that was as big as a mountain.

"When you are alive, you will be full of war, and you will be full of people? If you die, you will be in a sword and will be misused by your younger generations and will be misused by the world." Lin Qianbian rushed left and right and said to the person behind, "So, try not to deviate from the chivalrous way. Everyone present must remember."

OK! Lin Qian's words made them feel that they were not here to fight, but to have a meeting!

"Lin Qian, this is our predecessor. Are you talking? Be kind?" Even the Wolf could not help but wipe the cold sweat from his head.

Although the guardian swords were one after another, they dispersed one by one? So everyone followed Lin Qian all the way to the flat mountain of the sea? Soon after, they rushed to the rest of the Supreme Sword Spirit. They should have been excited and excited? The masters of Dajin suddenly hesitated that it was one thing to make suggestions, but it was another thing to really encounter them? Although it was just the hostility of the deceased, these old grandfathers who belonged to their relatives...

Especially Wanyan Aguda and Jurchen founding monarchs, how can they fight? They can't even touch them... This situation is very similar to that they have attracted foreign thieves to pry dragon veins--

The more you have a sudden idea, the more realistic you can put it into practice; you really have to think carefully, and you must never fight this battle!

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The Jin army retreated a little, and the Song army and others were exposed to a huge green light that suddenly opened. Only when Meng Liunian and Liu Wenyin shouted, both of them were injured by the arc-shaped sword energy shot from somewhere. Fortunately, Jie Tao and Wanyan Zhan were quick to rescue and rescue, but they only played a medical role due to insufficient physical strength.

Zhanlang, Xue Huan and others hurriedly put away their distracting thoughts and pushed them back, but they saw the most cutting-edge sword spirits, which were quite as if they were ridiculing the scene of demons dancing around. Who would be polite to whom?

"It's the sword of King Zhonglie." Pusan ​​Anzhen recognized it first, but the sword floated east and west, changing in the air. It was no longer there in a moment, and it was difficult for the world to see whereabouts.

Lin Qian endured for a moment and suddenly slashed at the upper right corner: "I heard that Jin Wushu was extremely brave and brave. He would personally attack Fengdi every time he fought and would not take refuge. Why, he was afraid of being beaten by the three generals Han, Yue and Wu? He hid when he saw the Song army?"

With a swipe, the sword spirit was poured down and was smashed with green light and purple air. Just like Lin Qian described it, it showed extraordinary courage and courage.

The heroes of the Great Jin did not dare to offend, and the other was unable to catch up with the ghostly speed, so they could only stare at the masterless sword turning into thousands of airflows, and swept towards Lin Qian from countless directions at the same time. In the same situation, Lin Qian was like a knife standing in a high-speed rotating waterfall. Not only was there crazy lightning and thunder in the center, but there were also storms and storms around.

Looking at Lin Qian again, his expression revealed his true feelings: This fountain is so beautiful...

Still a colorful one!

"It's really the King of Loyalty/Wu Shu..." At that time, the end of the sword energy transformed into the legendary image of Jin Wu Shu, wearing a big red robe, covered with golden armor, a fire dragon horse under his crotch, and a thousand pounds of blades in his hand, but those fragments were fleeting after all, because...

White light flew in the vortex, a black shadow appeared like the wind, and it flew thousands of feet into the snow in an instant, and the water floated in the sky and the earth was in the void. The heroes had not yet come to see it, and suddenly heard a crack, and the sword spirit, along with all its artistic conception, was thrown into the no-man's land,

After a while, the colorfulness is gone, the waterfall is gone, the noise is gone,

Lin Qian is still moving, and she can still appreciate it. She will have a knife to fall apart!

"This knife is called..." Huan Duan was still deciding which floor Lin Qian was on. Li Junqian, who swept the periphery with him, replied: "It is called 'It is easy to shake the mountain, it is difficult to shake the Yue family'!"

How is it not appropriate? The sword of Hell is magnificent, transforms Han, Yue and Wu into battles side by side, brings 100,000 flags, ships tower, and raising the mighty style of Huai, Zhejiang, Sichuan and Shaanxi, majestic and solemn. A few more Jin Wushu will be forcibly killed.

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"Lord..." Perhaps the enemy's new sword style was similar. When it gathered femininely behind Lin Qian, Feng Xudao was the first to perceive it. However, Xu Yuan was far away, Guikong Jue could not stop in the air, and let it hit Lin Qian's body with a bang...

Fortunately, Lin Qian found that although he was late, he moved quickly, so he turned around and took a knife to curb it in time; however, the power of the sword spirit seemed to be one level higher than that of Jin Wushu, which was shocked but not chaotic, and continued to rush. Although it was gentle on the outside, its connotation was cruel-

It is appropriate to its owner, Wanyan Zongwang, "I like to talk about Buddhism and Taoism, and I am rich and honest", but I will be invincible in every attack, and the blood flows into a river when I kill...

This was indeed the case before the time point when I played five moves with Lin Qian.

Unfortunately, the sea of ​​blood drawn by the sword spirit cannot compete with the infinite universe summoned by Lin Qian - Wangyang Ze Kingdom is not boundless, the sun, moon and stars are coming to fill it!

Movement is like showing off one's talent, quietness is like fulfilling one's wish. I sigh that Lin Qian is at ease, and a single knife of drinking hatred can make the maze turn upside down.

"It is rare for someone to fight five moves with Lin Qian..." Gao Fenglei frowned and said, not thinking there was something wrong with his words. Is there something wrong with Lin Qian's strongest?

"It's not a 'person'..." Yila Pua whispered.

However, no one could laugh at the Jin army. Although they strengthened their confidence in restraining the sword spirit, they vaguely felt that Lin Qian's troops would be more difficult to resist in the future...

In a blink of an eye, Lin Qian completely pressed the sword spirit named Wanyan Zongwang, as if pressing under her body and beating her hard: "I wanted to hit you long ago! Eighty years ago! You are so amazing!"

"Will it understand a lot of nonsense?" "Stop, lord, don't be irritable!" Feng Han and Xu Yuan were the first to shout, one was afraid that his ancestors would be humiliated, and the other was afraid that Lin Qian would lose control.
Chapter completed!