: Looking at the present and the present

No knife comes out, no knife comes out.

If I don’t win, I won’t win!

The pictures of the country are rolling, wherever the sword wind swept, there is no sky left, and there are swords everywhere!

Xue Wuqing's gun was suddenly surrounded by the light and wind of the Yinhen Knife, and could no longer deal with the Yinhen Knife as easily as before. The king of the sword in front of him seemed to have comprehended another level of the Yinhen Knife, as if he had three heads and six arms, and the sword danced everywhere. The sword was invincible. The most effective sword was not necessarily the fastest, the most illusory, and the most powerful, but it could touch the tip of the gun to change the direction of Xue Wuqing's attack, the most accurate!

Xue Wuqing immediately adjusted the speed of the gun, turned around for several steps, barely letting Lin Qian grasp his attack. Lin Qian was injured and naturally struggled. Over time, she looked slightly declining. Xue Wuqing's face was rare solemn. The young man in front of him was getting worse and worse, and the blade became more and more difficult to touch the gun bar. But even so, Xue Wuqing could not stand out and could not kill Lin Qian, who had already admired the Jin and Song dynasties!

Xue Wuqing didn't know that he was just in the dying state. Lin Qian had experienced all the feelings of death. There were all kinds of feelings, but the only thing that didn't have was the word "regret"!

Xue Wuqing knew clearly that between offense and defense, Lin Qian might be inferior to him everywhere, but one thing is definitely better than him, "talent"!

Sure enough, every seemingly relaxed journey is winding! He Ruosong once said that it was harder for Lin Qian to take back Guang'an than climbing to the sky, but now, He Ruosong is already a prisoner of Lin Qian! What does this mean?! Xue Wuqing's forehead was a little cold sweat: The Southern Song Dynasty martial arts world finally won its lord again. In the future, if the prince wants to rush his army to the south, there will be Sichuan and Shu in the west, Jingxiang in the middle, and Jiangzuo in the east, let alone go in, hiding dragons and lying tigers, outstanding people and beautiful places, the martial arts world is still the most prosperous in troubled times!

The swords and guns confronted each other for more than twenty moves, but no one touched each other. However, Xue Wuqing and Lin Qian successively figured out the opponent's temperament and martial arts methods, and controlled their respective thoughts, strength and speed. Repeated handover, both of them were able to handle it. The more intense the battle, the air around them tightened, leaving room for Xue Lin and the other two. They had no need to fire the sword and sword, and they fought back strongly with the gun. At that moment, Xue Wuqing's potential inner demon suddenly appeared and was slightly at a disadvantage!

Xue Wuqing is worthy of being a master. When he is pressed down on his eyebrows, his face is still calm and unconscious. He can afford to lose, and he has the qualifications.

The three-way drum is over and the war is not over.

Could it be that he turned around and ordered his men: "Beat the drum!" He understood Lin Qian, and should have turned into an offensive long ago!

With the sound of drums, the sword and the gun suddenly disappeared, and the air was disintegrated silently... Anyone saw clearly, and everyone understood - Lin Qian wanted to win, with so many swords and so many swords, even if Xue Wuqing could be thousands of times faster than him, there would always be a sword that would hit Xue Wuqing. I am afraid that Xue Wuqing would not be able to get out even if he tried his best! There was a way everywhere, and a dead end everywhere!

Lin Qian had already decided on the opportunity. He created a sword to attract Xue Wuqing's gun to break through, and he had already prepared his momentum to move towards Xue Wuqing's dead corner. Even if Xue Wuqing retreated, he could not protect him. What's more, this sword was Lin Qian's hatred knife!

Unless, unless Xue Wuqing is a god.

While eyelashes were intertwined, Lin Qian didn't realize what was going on. At first glance, Lin Qian took a step back and took a breath of air conditioning.

What a destructive blow, Xue Wuqing, who was arrogant and launched this destructive blow!

Although the ancient tree in the center of the battle survived the destruction battle between Xue Lin and his men, its foundation was already loose, and it was slightly tilted towards the direction where the Allies were. At this moment, Lin Qian tried his best to fight and supported the ancient tree to never fall - as long as he fell to the direction of the Allies, then this night would be the night of the Jin people!

No matter the Song and Jin armies, they fought against each other, so everyone was tense and prepared to fight. After a stalemate for a day, everyone wanted to make a concerted effort, drive straight in and tie the opponent! If the time is right, they would charge in every battle!

Han Zeye knew something was wrong. Yu Guangsai and the half-life-destroying Ganlang opposite him were about to attract him again, but when he came into contact with Han Zeye's gaze, Tianlang actually rolled and crawled into the depths of the Jin army regardless of his identity. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace. The Jin people suddenly became noisy and couldn't help but feel panic.

Xue Wuqing realized that Han Zeye wanted to use the excuse to enter the game to help Lin Qian with his arm, and sneered and shouted: "Han Zeye, why not come directly to compete for internal strength. We and the three of us will jointly break the decisive game?!"

It’s not that he was talking big, but Xue Wuqing said this, but that he wanted to solve the problem of Lin Qian and Han Zeye at the same time, and he was very confident!

Lin Qian's forehead was covered with sweat, and her throat was almost vomiting blood. Obviously, after Xue Wuqing's words, luck passed on her power, and directly hit her muscles, veins and lungs. After a moment, she felt like she was swelling and contracting outside. She felt like she was exploding, and Xue Wuqing's true energy was running around everywhere...

Han Zeye watched the battle for a long time, and knew that Lin Qian was injured both inside and outside. In the long run, he would only be defeated and killed. The situation was critical and had no time to think about it. He immediately hit the trunk of the tree and stood firmly beside Lin Qian. The two worked together to lift the decaying tree back a lot. The tree had not yet risen completely, but was destined to fall to the ground. He died suddenly. No matter how towering it was, how lush branches and leaves it were, how birds lived!

The three main generals were in a stalemate, and the Jin Song Qunxiong did not dare to breathe in one breath, and watched the sky darken little by little. It was not until it was almost gone that the two armies remembered to ignite the torch and continued to fight at night...

The situation is only known by heaven and earth.

What kind of internal strength is Lin Qian? The battle of the sword of the Desperate Sword plus the strength of Yinshan Stone! What kind of internal strength is Han Zeye? The nine-point world period was the first to become famous! Two against one, but it was just that, which was so worse than Xue Wuqing!

Before the tree could correct the situation, it began to tilt towards his shoulder again. Lin Han and the other two could not have noticed it. They understood that Xue Wuqing was playing hard to get, and gave the two hope to kill them with their own hands. It was just that this method was too subtle!

Xue Wuqing's power continued to spread continuously, and it seemed to have transformed into the ten thousand-year-old tree, oppressing Lin Han and the others helpless!

It is said that Xue Wuqing's internal strength is like a bottomless abyss, and even he himself doesn't know where the limit is. Xiao Shi once said a wild word to dig it out for him. As for the fact that he had not explored it to the end, Xiao Shi did not give any answer...

Han Zeye was sweating heavily. Things had come to this point. He should not blame anyone and hate anyone. Unexpectedly, the future of the rebel army would be ruined in Guang'an! He heard the painful sound of cracks in the trunk. For many years, he had not been so heart-wrenching at any time. Others could ride horses, watch mountains and seas, wander around their eyes, pursue fame and love, and have normal joys and sorrows. After that dark and dark, only he, there was only one word in his world, bitter... bitter... he watched his black hair turn into a strange blue color, and saw the dripping blood turn from red to black. Fate was too ruthless. He wanted to serve his lord at the beginning, but he encountered a strong enemy like Xue Wuqing...
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