Since the end of the Battle of Montenegro, Lin Qian will think about how to fight against Xue Wuqing's supreme internal force. n∈ top n∈ point n∈ small n∈ theory, 2+3wx

The sound of the deadly piano was so terrifying. With a slight tweak, all the body and heads were different from each other. The evil queen Luochuan sword was also dead in the best condition. The four disciples of the Qingcheng Sect could barely set up a formation to delay. They had to ask Luo Qingyi's Minshan Sword and his own Hesitant sword to work together to chase...

As for the shooting skills that look at ancient and modern times, Cheng Lingxiao can match him over the years!

Because Cheng Lingxiao personally praised Xue Wuqing for being invincible, saying that he could not match him for a lifetime, Lin Qian had to prepare for it: If Chief Cheng was defeated and there were no experts in the local area, how should the soldiers and horses stop Xue Wuqing?

Because he realized that Qingcheng sword technique could cooperate and tug-of-war with Xue Wuqing, Lin Qian asked the four disciples of Qingcheng Sect to teach him one move and half of the moves he chose. However, the time was too short, everyone could not learn the "Four Sword Formation" to the extreme, so in the early stage it only played a intensive preparation, and it was impossible to make a practical move and kill the enemy.

I studied hard but couldn't understand it thoroughly, but one day I heard Yin'er praise Cheng Lingxiao and said, "The gimmick of Xue Wuqing's Qin Art is too cruel, just "Every time I kill a row of people, only the leftmost living mouth is left."

At that time, Lin Qian denied: "How could this be a gimmick? This is the only troll that Xue Wuqing used to intimidate people!" Yes, how could it be a gimmick? Xue Wuqing has no mental problems. He has a weak personality and is not the kind of person who would use it as a propaganda. The only possibility is to leave a troll to send a message to achieve the deterrence of killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

Perhaps it was because of the day and the night. Lin Qian dreamed about this conversation that night, and there was another possibility that a thread would pass through Lin Qian's mind—

This is indeed not a gimmick, but perhaps it is not a terrifying thing, but a key to thinking in reverse - whether Xue Wuqing is not to keep a living mouth, but just because of the characteristics of his piano sound. The melody runs from right to left, and the easiest to live mouth on the left?!

It just so happened that although Xue Wuqing claimed to kill without blinking, she was not a person who was randomly killed. So I urged him to leave the person who was most likely to live on every occasion, try to kill as little as possible, and just intimidate people.

So Lin Qian, who was still holding the summer pillow, slowed down Xue Wuqing's photoelectric playing image and the vast artistic conception of the vast ocean in his mind, and continued to slow down to infinite. It can be seen that the sound of the piano cut off the person on the far right little by little, slowly began to cut off one person, and then the next... the killer of melody moved step by step in the air and killed in an orderly manner. In each process, Xue Wuqing could find even a short row of people as much as possible.

Because the scene Lin Qian dreamed of was countless large circles, small circles, which were constantly rotating at high speed like a wheel, like a wheel! So she woke up in shock, and when she was confused, she forced the picture down and thought about the above possibility...

It was at the moment when he was about to wake up. He recalled the Fengliusha Formation where Heshi Lie and Huanduan fought in Shandong before, and knew that he could refer to this circular shape to the masters of the Allied Army to set up the formation!

This is how everyone can exploit the loopholes of the piano sound when fighting against Xue Wuqing. When the circular formation flows rapidly, one is to generate energy to fight against internal forces, and the other is to avoid excessive damage, because the formation is always changing, and everyone may be on the rightmost, but it is not on the rightmost. Because there is no rightmost, anyone can be on the rightmost! In other words, there is no left rightmost, and the rightmost can be turned into the leftmost.

In this way, the people in the formation become round, and the trajectory of the formation is also round. The row of people found by Xue Wuqing's Qinsheng is changing every moment. Therefore, the lethality will be distributed equally by everyone, enough to ensure everyone's life.

In addition to the concept of spring, summer, autumn and winter of the "Four Sword Formation", it can also be integrated with the idea of ​​this cycle of reincarnation, and the artistic conception of Qingcheng sword technique can be exerted more mysteriously. If everyone can have superb skills, they can even surround Xue Wuqing! This is also the reason why Lin Qian wants to use it if she is proficient in the future...

However, the point where this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause is that the lethality is spread out equally, not resolved. In other words, everyone is not fatal, but everyone will be injured. After all, Xue Wuqing does not only kill the rightmost person, but only the leftmost person. Over time, the damage accumulates, either everyone falls down together at a certain period of time, or someone is the first to fail to support the formation and falls apart in an instant.

So Lin Qian and Shen Zhao made an appointment with a stick of incense, "For this stick of incense, you will beat the drums for them to boost their morale. When the time comes, the gold will be yelled and the troops will be withdrawn. I hope that the battle will not be defeated by then." After Chen Zhao and Miao Zhen took the order and retreated, Lin Qian, who was unable to watch the battle, could only use Fan Jing as his eyes at this moment. He heard Fan Jing and him report the progress under the city tower, which was no different from his previous imagination.

"Lord, you said you would give them a stick of incense, but if you don't cooperate, you will definitely not be able to get on the formation after one stick of incense!" Fan Jing was so angry that he reported and scolded. It would be fine if healed his wounds on the city tower. Can I let me bandage you and then interrupt me?! You don't want this bloody scene to be seen by too many people, but at least don't treat me as both a doctor and a commentator!

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In the battle situation, in the light and shadow, Xue Wuqing gradually realized that the super-strong damage of the piano sound was as if it was thrown away by the circular military formation in front of him in a tangent manner.

The circular military formation not only rotates itself, but also has traces of overall movement. In addition, the sword technique they adopted is a cycle of four orders, which cleverly constitutes the three cycles of time and space, which made Xue Wuqing amazed: Lin Qian finally knew the reason for his piano technique!

Xue Wuqing has witnessed a cruel and fierce chess game. Whenever a chess player makes a chess piece in the chess game on the stage, the person who represents the chess piece from the stage will also take a step on the school field. Once the chess piece on the stage is eaten, the corresponding person from the stage will be killed immediately. When people draw chess, the pressure of the authorities is unknown.

It is quite similar to the situation in front of him. Although it is the seventy or eighty people organized by Lin Qian, they represent the sword intention of Lin Qian's yin and hatred sword, which is equivalent to the seventy or eighty incarnations of Lin Qian's yin and hatred sword. If Lin Qian was not injured, he should be the one who came to fight at this moment. He would use his sword technique to create the artistic conception performed by the people in front of him.

When Xue Wuqing knew that Lin Qian was seriously injured and could not go out to fight, she was disappointed, but now she understood that these actually meant that Lin Qian was Lin Qian's sword drawing with people and fighting indirectly, and Xue Wuqing naturally felt very satisfied and never neglected.

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"Lord, do you need to add another stick of incense? Your injury..." Fan Jing asked in a low voice. He knew that a stick of incense would definitely not be able to recover. He needed to add another stick of incense to the military formation under the city. He felt that it seemed possible.

"No!" Lin Qian stopped him decisively, "Xue Wuqing, he will be able to break the deadlock soon!" He said that it was inconsistent and determined to this point.

"Don't move around." Fan Jing touched his nose and could only pull Lin Qian's arm hard. As expected, he saw the tightness of the Allied Army formation shortly after he finished speaking. When the damage was adding up, the effect was doubled.

Fan Jing knew in his heart that the Allies had just gained a chance to breathe, and the northern battlefield was still on the verge of shattering. If Gu Tingxian's defeat came again at this time, the Shifjord base camp would be even more dangerous.

"Hurry up." Lin Qian urged... If you cooperate well, I will be slow?!

Fan Jing was strange. Now Lin Qian is determined not to go overtime. It is obvious that he knows how weak the north is. He has no confidence in the hasty battle of this circular formation and dares not take risks. But why did he see his firm eyes again, as if he is sure to hold up a stick of incense!?

By the way, what about Yang Miaozhen? It was said that at that time, when Xue Wuqing broke through the Four Sword Formation with great force, and the sound of the piano was washed away, the fire waves in the gun ignited, and the circular formation was damaged at a rapid speed and everyone was injured and scattered in a hurry. However, at that moment, Fan Jing's eyes lit up, and a roar sound turned out to be Yang Miaozhen's pear blossom fell lightly and sharply-

But it is not for the enemy, but for the harm!

There was a loud bang, and sand and dust shook the sky. The first thing that he had contacted Xue Wuqing was not the spear itself, but the gunpowder cartridge tied to the tip of the spear. At the same time, Yang Miaozhen shook the gunpowder towards Xue Wuqing and jumped out of danger. Her body was like a spiritual phoenix, with a colorful light, her gunshot technique was varied, and her courage was extraordinary!

"Okay!" Fan Jing couldn't help but praise Yang Miaozhen, but forgot that Lin Qianggang said "Hurry up" and took on this exciting "good". It seemed that something was wrong. He turned his head and worked hard with a dark face - let Lin Qian's be kind and do it. Fan Jing vowed not to listen to his orders again. If this kid couldn't see it, he would hurry!

Speaking of which, Yang Miaozhen held the gun but threw the gun tip fire tube, and at the same time, he jumped away to the side to avoid dodge. Xue Wuqing's fire dragon was directly damaged by the gunpowder pit. Fortunately, his master's demeanor was not alarmed. Although he quickly retracted his move, he immediately withdrew his internal force to resolve the danger. At the same time, he chased Yang Miaozhen with a palm, but suddenly he relaxed his feet and couldn't help but scream in secret. In this short period of time, the Song bandits could create a trap?

Xue Wuqing naturally didn't know that there was a Shen clan in the ancient cave village in Longyou. Many people followed Shen Yan to learn the excavation technique, so it was very likely that he had dug up the ground earlier, and the upper layer was opened in a stick of incense just now.

How could Xue Wuqing be trapped by this trick of insects? Although unexpectedly, his martial arts are excellent after all. He was about to step out before he collapsed here. The soldiers of the Shenji Camp immediately bent their bows and shot from left to right. The warriors of the Tiger and Wolf Group suddenly threw the guns and halberds they used to fight him in advance. The weapons attacked from all directions like raindrops, and they were as strong as Xue Wuqing, but they were simply shaking the tree. After a slowdown, they suddenly saw the true energy surged around him, forming a protective cover, making these weapons bend, turn, and destroy a few feet away from his body without any effort.

But how could Shixiawan be so easy to bully? Although Xue Wuqing destroyed all the arrows and spears, he did not pay attention to his feet and stepped straight into the second pit. It turned out to be pits and pits... Fortunately, it did not fall deeply, but many mechanisms on both sides were all opened, all of which were good at the Vietnamese troops in Tianchi Gorge and other places before...

Xue Wuqing was about to storm the fire dragon and destroy the spear hidden weapons that popped out from the ground. Unexpectedly, he heard a smell of oil at this time and felt something was wrong. When he looked closely, he found that it was the "flowing fire river" that Xuanyuan Jiuye had disturbed the military and civilians in Yuzhong?

What a good person, Xue Wuqing, was shocked but not confused. He played the piano one by one and cracked it. Although he was not defeated or even troubled, he was really entangled by these people for a long time.

The Cheng family in the Xia official camp, the Shen family in the Gudongzhuang, the Tiger and Wolf Group in the Shenjiying in Yeniancheng, the Yue army in Tianchixia, the soldiers and civilians in Yuzhong - people from Longyou, should guard their homes personally.

Such a human-head tactic is also what Yang Miaozhen once said when fighting against Gao Fenglei in the Battle of Shandong: "Those who bully the weak will inevitably encounter the situation with the more they bully the less."

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However, the above stick of incense that Lin Qian had not limited to, all the above seemingly appropriate measures were defeated faster than Lin Qian expected. Yes, all of them were forcibly broken by Xue Wuqing's force. When he went, the guns and arrows attacked each other, and the war was rising and falling, and the guns were destroyed and destroyed.

There is going but not going back.

Even if Lin Qian used gunpowder firearms to restrict him from using "internal energy fire dragon", he could only use half of his internal energy and only stroking the piano to stroking the artistic conception of the vast ocean, which could make these exquisite horse traps become broken walls. He used to do his best but to accelerate the collapse of the Song army's sword formation. Now that he knew Lin Qian's tricks, he would definitely not fulfill his wish. In fact, less than 30% of his internal energy was enough to tear open the defense of the current sword formation! That's right. The Four Sword Formation is no longer as sharp as when it first appeared. After all, everyone who formed the sword formation suffered more or less internal injuries.

In other words, if Lin Qian's artistic conception of drinking hatred is presented in the frontal conflict with Xue Wuqing's artistic conception of Canghai, it will be like this. Xue Wuqing subtly breaks it in a stick of incense!

Seeing that before the previous agreement was about to withdraw the troops, Shen Zhao received the order from Lin Qian, and sighed and ordered the order to prohibit it. The soldiers could only retreat to the city according to the order.

Although Xue Wuqing was dragged by the Allies for a long time, his martial arts were not damaged at all, but his internal strength became even more powerful. When everyone retreated to the city, he just stood still. He seemed to have not taken advantage of the victory to pursue him, but suddenly closed his eyes and brushed his sleeves - he just waved his strings lightly, from where he was to the city gate. A sharp white light flashed, and the sea was overturned in an instant. Thousands of troops and horses were overwhelmed, which was so easy for him to do!

Everyone could not expect that the person who was in a mess would be himself. He was chased by Xue Wuqing from the air and pushed forward and behind the crowd who were still passing through the city gate. No matter how orderly he was, he could not adjust in time. The city gate could not be closed at all. The twelve souls rushed over immediately!

Perhaps, the beginning of their head-on response, the city gate was destined to be dangerous and the city was declared to be about to be broken?

"It's worthy of being Xue Wuqing." Shen Zhao looked at the quiet and profound old man from afar, and his whole body was filled with deterrence. Although his temperament was not cold and dark, even if he was not as good as usual, he did not like to kill. Although his momentum and artistic conception were not intended to flow into blood, there were no corpses everywhere in front of him, such deterrence was not reduced at all.

Now, the only thing that can be stopped is Cheng Lingxiao or Lin Qian who have rested for less than a stick of incense...

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Around Chen Hou, the Qilian Mountains and the Anti-Jin Alliance were settled in a foregone conclusion, and the "upping the ladder" strategy was successful.

In the first round of the fight with Xuanyuan Jiuye, Lin Qian used the kidnapping of Lan Yang and Lu Jing and other Qilian Mountain people to reduce Xuanyuan Jiuye's chance of winning from 100% to 80. In addition, the Yin-Yang Lock cracked and Sun Jixiao seamlessly connected to the northern battlefield, and then reduced his chance of winning to 70. In the second round that followed, he estimated that the combat power of everyone in the Huining War Zone was just right. Therefore, when Yin'er brought Han Ze Yegu to the good news, the chance of winning of the Jin army was reduced to...50%!

Fifty percent, the decisive battle initiated by oneself was won by two of the four war zones by the enemy. How embarrassing is fifty percent.

Therefore, at this moment when Chen Shi passed, the other two war zones were of great importance to the Jin army! However, at this moment, because Lin Qian fell and Xue Wuqing was too strong, the chances of victory of the Jin army rose back to 70%.

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"Ying'er... why are you here?" At that time, Xue Wuqing had just discovered the trap of horse pit, and Lin Qian had just supported Yibi to stand up. When she saw Yin'er appear, she was naturally surprised and could no longer hide her injuries.

Seeing Yin'er's face was rosy and in good spirits, the disappearance of Yin-Yang Lock was so immediate, he was so happy from the bottom of his heart. He was overjoyed, and his internal injuries were squeezed and vomited blood. He fell down again after he stood up.

"A stick of incense is coming soon. If you don't cooperate with the doctor, how can you beat Xue Wuqing?" Yin'er knelt down beside him and found that he had just bandaged him simply. The internal injuries had not been treated much, so he naturally stood on Fanjing's position.

"I will definitely be able to fight him until everyone wins. Because Xue Wuqing is just a few people, if you can't fight quickly, you will be defeated." Lin Qian sat up against the battlements, smiled and stroked Yin'er's head. Lin Qian had promised everyone to fight Xue Wuqing through "using both martial arts and wisdom". Now he has done his wisdom and wisdom, but he is afraid that he will fight his life again.

"But, this will be really hard for you." Yin'er said with heartache.

Fan Jing Youyin'er's support is more confident, which is much more alarmist than Yin'er: "The lord has always been able to persevere, but this time it is extraordinary - it has been consumed by Yuansheng, Hong Hanshu, Sima Long, and I am afraid that the internal strength will be exhausted long ago. Just one stick of incense is not enough to treat? If the internal breath has not been adjusted, it will be hasty to go into battle. It is good to exert the artistic conception and repel Xue Wuqing, but the damage to the heart meridian will inevitably aggravate, and I am afraid that my life will be gone when I come back. Although we have won this huge Longyou, what's the point of these?!"

"The internal strength is indeed not much, but it can be filled with artistic conception." Lin Qian was as confident as ever. Fan Jing snorted coldly and ridiculed: "Yes, you have your own way to adjust the internal strength. Don't be equipped with a military doctor when you go to war in the future." He chatted endlessly and was angry, "I haven't seen anyone so stubborn. It takes ten days and half a month to heal his wounds, but he only has one stick of incense to rest. Do you really think you are a god?"

"Okay, you may be able to treat internal injuries yourself, but you have to listen to Dr. Fan and me - you promised me before that you will take this medicine to treat waist injuries." Yin'er carried the bottle of Doctor Wan's medicine with her and persuaded her to coax her softly. She thought it was hard to say how to treat internal injuries, but the obvious external injuries can be treated first, which can be more conducive to his artistic conception and his chances of winning against the enemy.

"No." Lin Qian pushed away with an angry look on her face. The pale lips were completely stubborn. "If you can't stand up, just sit in a wheelchair. It has nothing to do with the back injury, it's not that you can't get a blow."

"Don't you keep it if you agree to my promise?" Yin'er looked at him resentfully and joined forces with Fan Jing to control him.

"Ying'er, the man who made medicine has no way to harm Hanshu, and there is no medicine to help you. Do you know that at the first moment when I heard the information, I wished I could go directly to Xixia, dig his grave, and whip his body." Lin Qian was furious when she said that, with a rare cruel expression, especially when she talked about that man who made Yin'er, his fists were almost broken.

"That kind of mess. If I receive his favor, I will be a husband and a confidant!" Lin Qian was stubborn and refused to accept it, but his injuries were serious. He vomited blood while speaking. Yin'er was heartbroken, and there was no language to convince him.

"Enough." Fan Jing frowned for a long time, and when Yin'er's eyes were red and anxious, he finally plucked up the courage, "This bottle of medicine is not the bastard, but my Fan Jing."

Yin'er was stunned and thought Fan Jing was a temporary trick to deceive Lin Qian. Lin Qian turned to look at him and saw that there was something clearly flashing in the corner of his eyes. He knew that he had always recommended this medicine before and obviously had a hidden meaning: "That bastard?"

"That man was my apprentice before. I thought I was not good enough, so I joined someone else's disciple and took away the medicine I had just developed." Fan Jing recalled the past, his voice was a little hoarse, "I was my favorite disciple. He was smarter than others. Unfortunately, I was not used on the right path, but unfortunately I couldn't notice it... I heard a few years ago that he stole his master's skills to treat diseases and set up his own business. He didn't expect to go to Xixia and became an imperial physician."

"This medicine...is actually Dr. Fan's own?!" Yin'er was incredible. When she saw Fan Jing's expression, she felt it was true. When she recalled that Fan Jing's abnormal behavior when she talked to Fan Jing about this medicine, she always felt something was wrong. It turned out that the root cause was here?

"Why can't I develop it now? How can I find out that this medicine belongs to you?" Lin Qian didn't change her mind even though she was dying.

"I was so sad back then that I deliberately forgot how to make this medicine. When my lord's back injury was serious and needed treatment, I was unable to recall it completely. After researching it, I always missed a step or two. But when I saw the bottle brought back by the mistress, I realized that it was what I had prepared back then." Fan Jing smiled and laughed at himself, "I don't know if he is old, and he is getting backwards as he grows."

Yin'er knew that Fan Jing was not regressing as he lived, but he was troubled by everything later, and had to take the burden of breaking the Yin-Yang lock for her, so he distributed the energy that should have been used to make medicine to all of them.

"So that's it..." Because of his trust in Fan Jing, Lin Qian did not refuse this bottle of medicine anymore. However, it was possible that he was mentally inadequate. "Shengnan?" During the process of Fan Jing applying medicine to him, he saw that he was drowsy and could not be like a person on the battlefield? Seeing that his face was gone, Yin'er was so shocked that he hurriedly penetrated his true energy, regardless of whether it was appropriate to do so.

Give him as much as you can! Because he was just recovering from a serious illness, he was inevitably exhausted, but he held his hand tightly in tears: "If you want to go into battle, just use Yin'er's strength to adjust his inner breath together. In that way, when you barely finish the fight with Xue Wuqing, you will be very tired and should not be in danger.

Lin Qianyuan was still confused, but at that time he felt that his inner breath was much smoother. In addition to Yin'er's anger, he knew there was another reason, as if it was a flute blowing from a very far place... The sound of the flute seemed strange and familiar. After many years of return to his ears, it was light, delicate, soft, and indifferent. It could be as comfortable when he was in danger, indifference, and was as if he was listening to the music of immortals.

"You girl, don't get angry, give birth to a baby for me here." His consciousness gradually recovered. He couldn't help laughing loudly, and hugged Yin'er in his arms, hugged her and stood up together, first look at Fan Jing, thanking him, "The miracle doctor is the miracle doctor. This medicine will cure the disease." Fan Jing looked flattered, don't lie to me... Lin Qian looked back at Yin'er in her eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, I will come back alive, and I will take care of you and the children."

Just as he was about to go into battle, he saw a man stepping forward in a wheelchair and stopped him: "The King of Alliance - the eldest brother said. Leave this battle to him."

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The master of the familiar and unfamiliar flute sound was him... It turned out that it was not an illusion, but he was playing it for Lin Qian. The reason why that song was familiar was because of the foundation-founding battle of the Allied forces that Lin Qian often listened to him playing this song in Kuizhou.

"Hanshu..." Yin'er recovered and remembered that he should have arrived before him. He was worried about Lin Qian's life and death, and almost ignored his whereabouts. Lin Qian was very hard in this battle. It was difficult to fight and wanted to save him. He had already regarded Lin Qian as his most important confidant in his life. Now that he was awake, how could he not be able to wear a strong and stern and work hard for Lin Qian?
To be continued...