"Give me back the little chant!" What had nothing to do with the challenge was that when Hong Hanshu swung his second hook, he was accompanied by such a shout - suddenly he no longer wanted to live up to Tingxian's life.

Change it to Feng Xiaoyin... This scene is really ridiculous and confusing.

Maybe even Hong Hanshu himself didn't know that in fact, nothing around him could affect him. He was still immersed in the sentences that made him hate but couldn't let go of them a moment ago.

For a long time, the next or previous sentence of "Suffer death" has been this sentence, and then he will stubbornly emphasize, "Xiaoyin is mine!" "Give her back!"

Ignoring all his unreasonable words and deeds, Lin Qian, who felt nervous about taking the first move, immediately adjusted his breath and faced it again. He danced his two swords in unison both offensively and defensively, as fast as the wind, and accurately intercepted the more lethal second move.

He hacked back with great strength.

The handover between the four blades is inseparable. In this round, the speed and power of the two are equal, but the majestic image of the Drinking Hate Knife is slightly better, and they have begun to incorporate Hong Hanshu's hook moves.

Everyone is used to Lin Qian's ease in solving problems, and they have all experienced the earth-shaking changes when Hong Hanshu triggered a riot. Now this game is comparable to the sharpest spear against the strongest shield, and the shield is trying to swallow up the attack.

The spear - how is that possible?

How could it be impossible? Hong Hanshu's domineering attitude was exposed, while Lin Qian's spirit was restrained, and he used softness to overcome his rigidity. Under the spotlight, Lin Qian seemed to have subdued Hong Hanshu's hook. It was slow, difficult, but irrefutable and irreversible——

You are arrogant and domineering, but you have a weak heart. I am silent and talk little, but I am strong.

However, although most of Hong Hanshu's move was neutralized, he was able to recharge his batteries before Lin Qian took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and then replaced him - but one wave after another came up, and the third move he followed became even more powerful, with double hooks.

The force of the fire wave spiraled towards the location of the Drinking Hate Knife, burning and exploding at the same time, spreading thousands of steps. The eruption reached a height of several feet.

It was like a fire was breaking out in all directions, making the core hot and stuffy. No matter how powerful Lin Qian's sword technique was, all the passages were forcibly sealed. Even if all the strength of his body could penetrate the blade, he could not move any further.

A slap in the face.

When Hong Hanshu struck first, don't expect Lin Qian to repeat his old tricks, not to mention cracking the fire hook move. At this moment, Lin Qian couldn't even defend and couldn't get out! Under Hong Hanshu's superb control

, the double hooks have been gradually suppressing Lin Qian, shrouded in bright light and surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Lin Qian may be reduced to ashes if he does not pull away, and he is in danger!

However, what Hong Hanshu couldn't take lightly was that Lin Qian unexpectedly pulled out a flaw in his hooking technique with a slight move of his short knife. Then he suddenly made up for it with the long knife, and directly tore the small flaw into a big one——

These two consecutive and decisive sword strikes were struck by lightning and struck by flint. When the sword was raised and fell, the two hooks were directly opened and forced to turn over. It was unbelievable that it hit the mark! It should be noted that if the flaw was found even slightly wrong, Lin Qian could directly

Speed ​​up and die in the fire.

It pours down like rain, and the fiery red color that was raging just now is confused. Not only is it not as hot as before, but it also emits a chill. How can people not be surprised by this situation?

Even though the flaw in the Huo Cong Gou was insignificant, and even though the Yinhen Dao was a dangerous move, Lin Qian was able to see clearly and dare to win despite the danger, with the same spirit as before——

Why? The four words "as always" crossed Han Shu's mind. He knew the person in front of him. He was very familiar and understood him well.

Previously, he was able to suddenly switch out another move at the moment when the move was resolved. It was because Lin Qian's own consumption was too high when subduing him. Similarly, how could Lin Qian just surrender and let him go if he was restrained? Since all the energy was consumed by the fire.

Hook blockade, then all the energy can be used to find flaws in the blockade! So, the blockade was broken so quickly and the defense turned into an offense...

There is no need to think about it. The internal force that is rushing towards Huo Conggou at this moment is as strong as the one that Hong Hanshu shocked Lin Qian just a moment ago!

After all, he underestimated Lin Qian. Although he vaguely remembered this man's martial arts in the last battle, he did not expect that he would be as powerful as the one he met now - actually, on the basis of the same first-class level, he had improved as much as

He is just as fast and furious.

Suddenly he felt a slight tightening on his wrist. It had been a long time since he had faced an opponent like this, and he hadn't felt this kind of pain for a long time. It was this kind of pain that made the burning of his eyeballs begin to cool down, and the chaos of his thoughts began to clear up.

He instantly remembered who the Xiaoyin in his words was - in fact, he still missed her occasionally recently, but it was undeniable that it was fading away little by little. At this moment, he just thought of her again.

I can't remember. The feeling of not remembering something when I should remember it is more painful than the pain in my wrist.

He could only repeat the words he emphasized half a moment ago: "Come back! Come back!" Hong Hanshu's double hooks were out of order, and he was fighting against each other again. He almost hit Lin Qian directly with the hook, and the evil energy around his body was almost visible.

His inner strength has expanded and become demonic. For so many years, he has been asking Lin Qian to pay him back. Lin Qian just admitted that Lin Qian owed him.

"Because she belongs to me, that's why I owe you!" In an instant, Lin Qian felt the red flames rushing into the Yinhen Knife's defense line one after another. The heat had the tendency to melt the blade, and the red was like being stained with poison when his hands were touched.

Even if it's hard, how could Lin Qian give up? His stubbornness is no less than Gu Tingxian's, and he will always use it on the battlefield——

The quiet brilliance, the slashing with his hands, the prominent realm of mountains and sky, and the galloping of thousands of troops and horses are exactly what he has perfected over the years: "controlling ten thousand with one, and integrating ten thousand into one".

Suddenly, everything around him seemed to have been conquered and put to good use, and awe-inspiring righteousness surrounded Lin Qian, trying to surround or contain Hong Hanshu's lawless evil energy.

Scarlet Flame and Han Guang went through thousands of battles in this sudden, and Lin Hong's internal energy also exploded one after another. Countless times, even in the air, the sword hooks aroused airflow and shot.

, the scene is spectacular? It can be called tragic.

The energy of the sword was fierce and the hook force was fierce. Except for each other, who would dare to withstand the sharp edge! If Lin Qian hadn't been blocking it, Hong Hanshu's casual movement of his fingers might have caused the landslide and the ground to collapse, burying tens of millions of people alive. Even with Lin Qian catching him,

The negotiation barracks had been uprooted at some point and no scraps were left.

The onlookers, who were in a state of shock, all practiced extremely light kung fu and instantly moved a hundred steps away. Even so, they kept trying to step back. It was unclear whether it was spontaneous or pushed away by their sense of danger.

Han Zeye looked at Hong Hanshu, who was getting more and more energetic, with a little surprise, and then looked back at Lin Qian, who was inevitably damaged after several fights - yes, Hong Hanshu's martial arts is so strong that it can be accepted by others.

, what is unacceptable is that killing 10,000 people and losing 3,000 to others, where is the loss?

After all, the fire burned more and more crazily with the wind. Lin Qian's image was directly surrounded by hooks and turned into an iron bucket. All the righteousness and evil were evaporated and rose to the sky. Where is the flaw in Hong Hanshu this time? Even if there is a flaw, Lin Qian is not enough.

The strength to pick it apart!

Lin Qian estimated that Hong Hanshu's upper limit of internal strength had exceeded Qi Liangchen's!

The reason why Huo Cong Gou's mental method was able to cure Hong Hanshu's Yang Suo was precisely because it could help release Hong Hanshu's emotions. However, every time the release was moderate, it was gentle, positive, and beneficial, and it exceeded that level.

After that, the emotions released by Hong Hanshu completely served Huo Conggou's mental method. Although Hong Hanshu's original intention was just to cure diseases, he was happy to kill two birds with one stone after discovering that his martial arts improved. How many people are willing to be like this?

Lost your original intention?!

The yin-yang lock that delayed the opportunity and could not be cured caused Hong Hanshu to release emotions beyond imagination over the years. Therefore, the deepening of the fire hook heart technique could not be stopped at all, prompting Hong Hanshu's own internal strength to strengthen at an incredible speed. In short

Finally, this disease indirectly made Hong Hanshu's martial arts leap forward. Is it a blessing or a curse?

Doesn't Lin Qian understand whether it is a blessing or a curse? Needless to say, the pain caused by the surge of internal energy caused by the Drinking Hate Knife? Then what price did Hong Hanshu pay? Of course not on himself. Because it was all Yin'er

On your body!

Hong Hanshu, you are crazy, why should my Yin'er suffer!

Lin Qian felt sad in his heart, and suddenly realized that this battle was not just for Ting Xian, but also for Yin'er. Although he was suppressed by Hong Hanshu's supreme internal power, he still had a chance of winning... So in

With his increasingly heavy breathing, he closed his eyes and no longer thought about anyone like Xian Yin'er. He put aside distracting thoughts and calmed down his mind to focus on this battle. He was separated from them briefly in order to meet again soon.

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Suddenly, without warning, Hong Hanshu discovered strangely that under the heavy pressure of the fire hook, Lin Qian's Yinhen knife seemed to have disappeared.

When he looked again, he saw that the Drinking Hate Saber was still in the same place and was being restrained by him. Could it be that he was dazzled? But he felt like something was missing.

Only Hong Hanshu's internal strength can still detect this almost non-existent deviation. Even Qi Liangchen cannot detect it. When the sword and man become one, "bits and pieces can be broken down into thousands"...

However, although Hong Hanshu expected that there must be a mystery, he was in a state of madness and couldn't react. What was missing was the sword intention that Lin Qian quietly transferred away. It was lighter than dust, invisible to its shape, filling the heaven and earth, and wrapped in buds.

Six poles.

The Drinking Hate Knife did not move but the Knife Intent was withdrawn. Tens of thousands of them left. They did not set off at the same time, but separately at every moment. The moment? Moment? is not as long as ordinary people calculate... Fasten the double swords

The pulses, grasping the gaps in time and space, can only be seen in Lin Qian's eyes. They have spread like a tide, permeating every corner where the fire is burning from the hook.

After a while, Hong Hanshu finally felt something strange and his eyes changed. Faster than his movements, Lin Qian's long-hidden sword intent suddenly appeared. The mountains were majestic, the soldiers and horses were noisy, and the sky was high, they all launched a unified attack.

, instantly strangled all the key points of Hong Hanshu's inner energy!

At the same time, the Drinking Hate Knife also suddenly moved, slamming into Hong Hanshu's body, using it with double purpose. Hong Hanshu woke up with a start, and immediately stopped suppressing it before, all his strength was returned to the defense to block it, but Feng Shui took its turn.

Lin Qian completely took the initiative. Hong Hanshu refused to give up without hesitation and stabbed wildly with both hooks. Obviously, he wanted to break Lin Qian's strength quickly while he was still weak.

However, why did the energy that should have been captured and squeezed by the fire hook slip to this point in an instant, and could not be found at all?! So quickly, what had just turned from virtual to real, suddenly turned from real to virtual, and went back?

Where did you go back...

At this moment, the mountain and sky in the Yinhen Dao are still the same mountain and sky, but what Lin Qian borrows is not majestic but erratic. Because everything has an uncertain image, the knife is sometimes nothing, sometimes everything, sometimes hidden, sometimes prominent. In Lin Qian's hand,

He picked it up at his fingertips. Those powers and those sword intentions were clearly there, but when and where they were... Hong Hanshu didn't know. Even Yue Li was confused when he saw this scene for the first time.

Those majestic mountains and rivers, the stars, and the weight of everything are actually contained in a realm that is like nothingness. This is more terrifying than Jin Peng's speciousness. Jin Peng's swordsmanship is not so false in appearance, not so solid in connotation, and even less constructed.

It's so random. Like flowing light. Like passing water. It can't be found or held. It's not like Jin Peng's swordsmanship, which at least gives people a surface to judge right from wrong. There is no point, line or surface to kill people...

Wait, Jinpeng. So familiar. What is it?...

Using one to control ten thousand, dismantling them into ten thousand, and ten thousand living in zero, various realms can be switched and released freely within a few rounds, which shows that Lin Qian's internal strength that has risen due to Sima Long, Yue Li, and Qi Liangchen has finally been consolidated.

As Han Zeye watched, he knew that Lin Qian's internal strength should be at least around Qi Liangchen's now. If the war hadn't been endless, he would have been faster.

Based on Han Zeye's martial arts level, it was obvious that no matter whether Hong Hanshu was on Qi Liangchen's left or not, Hong Hanshu's internal strength could not hurt Lin Qian at all.

It is water. You drive a car to crush it, but it cannot be crushed. If you try to break it with a knife, it cannot be broken. It is not only the majesty of the river and the lake. It is also transparent, smooth and pure, large and small. The details as a whole are perfect.

He is a mountain, you can conquer the mountain, but he is the mountain reflected in the water. He is on the other side of the mirror, on another layer of time and space. But you are in his time and space. You cannot burn him, but he can

Drown you, drown you at the same time, crush you to death.

"There is no sound." Hanze Ye muttered to himself, but others still didn't know what he meant. Most ordinary people can't see clearly the essence of this battle, but a few can understand what Han Zeye said without sound.

Got——

At the beginning of Lin Qian's journey, there were still complicated sounds of strings, strings, strings and bamboos in the Yinhen Dao, which Liu Wujin could relate to when he heard it.

After that, he wandered around the rivers and lakes, and the sound of Drinking Hate's knife was mostly like thunder, and the river flow was rapid.

In the process of sweeping the world, Yin'er always likes to listen to the dragon's roar.

Even in the last fight with Qi Liangchen, no matter how invisible the elephant was, Guo Zijian still heard the faint sound of the swords.

Today's battle, from the beginning to the end, there is no sound of drinking hatred knife.

There is only the whistling of fire from the hook, falling, tensing, and persevering...
To be continued...