Chapter 607 Cold-soaked Palm

The breeze comes slowly.

The cold air is dispersed in the thin clouds, and when it tries to condense, it is immediately cut off by drinking hatred!

He Ruosong responded with a smile: Although the wind from his palm could not reach Lin Qian's body, the coldness in the air could still penetrate Lin Qian's clothes. Over time, Lin Qian would definitely be invincible.

However, this "long-awaited" one has not been seen for a long time - Lin Qian's body is almost frozen, but there is no sign of decline in the sword. Not only is it not weak, but it is riding the wind and waves. The wave makes the sword higher, and it is difficult to judge the winner or loser!

Han Zeye held his breath, wondering how Lin Qian could compete with He Ruosong! After a stick of incense, Ze Ye felt that the frostbite in his hands was still melting, and Lin Qian's pale face was obviously caused by the severe cold!

Zeye thought that Lin Qian was protected by the Heart of Drinking Blade and the blood of the Azure Dragon. If it weren't for the burning heat in his heart, he would have already suffered damage to his meridians and the cold had invaded his five internal organs... Thinking of this, he shuddered - So, what exactly is He Ruosong's Cold Palm?

What situation have you reached?!

Lin Qian seemed to have fallen into an ice valley, sinking deeper and deeper. Looking around, he saw thick black snow covering the sky. The upper half of his body was as if mixed with ice water, and the blood flow seemed to be destroyed and burned, and it was like a dead wood blocking his chest. He Ruosong

The internal force is constantly flowing, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, tsunami causing the tide... Knowing this, Lin Qian cannot let go of the long knife, because the moment the Drinking Hate Knife is in hand, he will definitely have a chance to turn defeat into victory!

He Ruosong is not the only one who is famous for his "cold" - Hanze Ye has a chill at the beginning of the whip, but this cold is not the other cold. He Ruosong's pure Yin palm power is clearly superior to Ze Ye's in terms of internal strength.

It must be number one in the top ten of North and South...

Sure enough, as Feng Mingjian said before, what Lin Qian felt at this moment was exactly the same as "the sweat in his hands stiffened into ice, frozen in the ravines of his fingerprints"!

He Ruosong's palm was cold and dazzling, and he bypassed the long knife and went straight to Lin Qian's chest. The dark wind roared and the strong energy roared to the sky... However, the light of Lin Qian's knife gathered the overwhelming energy, caused the waves of the vast sea, and cut through the water of the Yellow River. His internal strength was like

It's like breaking a dike with a sword of drinking hatred!

Ze Ye was all shocked: it was almost an even fight, and we both died together!

Han Zeye immediately clenched his weapon. Before the war, he understood that Lin Qian's "selecting the strong and attacking" was basically a last-ditch battle: in order to win the battle of Eastern Sichuan, which had already been lost from the beginning, the lord had to take risks.

,again and again!

But if he was not sure of victory, how could Lin Qian take such desperate risks?

The next moment, Han Zeye was surprised to see that Lin Qian had broken through the cold air and took the initiative to control the situation! It turned out that just one round earlier, everyone thought He Ruosong had struck first, but no one noticed that the one who made the first move was actually Lin Qian.

Qian! The Drinking Hate Saber is just a hair faster than the cold palm, and just this hair is the chance to win——

The air of the sword spread all over the sky to expose the cold dew, and the sharp edge cracked the clouds and waves all over the road. Suddenly the situation changed, the east wind cut the west wind!

Life and death were at stake, how could He Ruosong dare to give up? Without hesitation, he continued to move his palm forward, powerfully pulling out the power of the Five Mountains. But in Lin Qian's eyes, why was he so happy and freehand?

The cold poison had already entered Qian's body and was running rampant, but the Qi of Drinking Hate Saber greatly reduced He Ruosong's internal strength. With a chirping sound, even though Qian's movements were no longer very coordinated, He Ruosong's sleeves were still cut open directly, and a bloodstain appeared on his arm.

Wakamatsu was extremely surprised!

No wonder the man in front of me defeated Liu Jun, Jie Tao, and several enemies at the very beginning of his journey. His swords frightened Xue Wuqing and Xuanyuan Jiuye... Who else could he be but the king of swords?

He Ruosong was secretly frightened, and suddenly tightened the handle of the knife, trying to prevent the Yinhen knife from piercing his arm. Lin Qian was still unable to move the knife at this moment, and his whole body was paralyzed and unable to obey his orders. The reason why the knife was in his hand seemed to be because of the ice!

It was frozen into a hard lump, and the blood was fragmented in it, causing messy and throbbing pain. Only the intention of the knife was still there, insisting on penetrating the edge into He Ruosong's arm!

Before the battle was over, both He Ruosong and Lin Qian were seriously injured. He Ruosong secretly used the cold power and passed it across the sword. Lin Qian's whole body was in a state of fighting against the opponent. Suddenly, he saw a wave of white mist rising and spreading on the long sword.

Come, knowing that He Ruosong's move is to continue to use the advantages of Han Di Zhang, he secretly sighs that it is not good. In the past, it was an honor to lose in a duel between masters, but now we have to take care of the three armies, how can there be any loss!? You can only win, not lose.

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Zeye secretly prayed that no one who could be called a master on the battlefield would dare to say who would win! When his ears moved, he clearly heard the familiar faint sound again, and Hanzeye couldn't help but feel angry - and sure enough, Huang He went to see He Ruosong.

After fighting for a long time, he tried his best to harm Lin Qian again! Even though Han Zeye had quick eyes and quick hands, he could hardly catch up with the speed of the concealed weapon. He swung the long whip, and thousands of golden needles flew sideways, fell to the ground, turned around, or were broken into two pieces.

Paragraphs, what’s more, there is nowhere to follow. In short, not a single whip misses, not a single needle enters the game!

Mo Fei couldn't hide his anger and was about to condemn him. Han Zeye had already turned around and looked at him: "General Mo Fei, is such a villain worthy of becoming your inner demon?"

Could it be that his angry face was slightly reduced, his eyes were full of tears, and he glared at Huang Hequ fiercely: "It's really not worth it!" Huang Hequ's face was expressionless, and he had no regrets. How could he act more despicably than Liu Jun?!

However, during the battle, He Ruosong and Lin Qian all shouted loudly. In the middle of the battle, they all suddenly stepped back a few steps. He Ruosong slammed into the trunk of an ancient tree on the battlefield, while Lin Qian barely stood with his long knife. It turned out that

, when the cold air penetrated the heart and lungs along the Yinhen knife, Lin Qian quickly cut off its path with a short knife, temporarily preventing the cold air from continuing to invade. He Ruosong's full strength was completely blocked by the tip of the short knife, and the more he squeezed, the more chaotic he became.

, it was difficult to send and receive, and finally it was unbearable, and it erupted at the junction of the long and short knives. Cold stars shot out rapidly, the wind roared, and the dust roared, and the surrounding area was depressed.

As everyone screamed, almost at the same time, Han Di Zhang and Yin Hen Dao took action again. As expected of He Ruosong, it was worthy of Lin Qian. He judged the situation so clearly. Lin Qian was a small boat, used to traveling in rivers and lakes, and this time he encountered the seawater backflow.

After rolling over and burning a stick of incense, there were only water drops remaining in the boat, and the rafters were still in good condition. It did not feel like encountering a powerful enemy, but instead seemed like a row of still water, floating on the lake. Perhaps, in his eyes at this moment, Jinnan was already number one.

It's not that unreachable! Even in his heart, he already felt that Han Di Zhang is not that difficult to defeat!

He Ruosong understood very well that Lin Qian's eyes full of fighting spirit meant victory! The Drinking Hate Sword got stronger with each battle. It was not about preservation, but about killing! And Lin Qian was no longer the same person he was two years ago.

Lin Qian used salt to defeat the enemy in the battle of states!

If you don't make the clouds wrap around your sword, you will let the sword split the clouds!

The cold-soaked palm is empty in the east and strong in the west, moving south and north, cleverly like a snake, ever-changing, so when the strength is sufficient, it can attack the enemy like a broken bamboo, and use the deep cold to frighten the enemy's heart and soul.

, the enemy has no way to retreat and can only cut off his life!

Han Zeye frowned, knowing that He Ruosong was strong, but when he heard that Lin Qian's sword was in full swing, he knew that it was not hopeless for him to break the palm. The slight disadvantage of Yinhen Dao at the beginning disappeared, and then he was reborn, trying again and again.

There was a head-to-head confrontation where the strength was sufficient, but each time they were only missing one point before falling into a weak position. Lin Qian's sword was in danger, but he was able to make unexpected moves to turn the danger into safety. The connotation of He Ruosong's palm became more and more vivid under pressure.

The spirit wanders in the palm of the sword, and travels beyond the charm. First soaring into the clouds and mist, and then breaking through the clouds and mist... Han Zeye was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but praise: "My lord... the sword that drinks hatred is more than majestic!"

But at this moment, a voice came from the Jin Army formation, as deep as a bell, vibrating continuously from far to near: "What a pair of drinking hate knives, I haven't seen you for three years, a hero of a generation!"
Chapter completed!