Lin Qian, Yin'er and Xuanyuan stood side by side for a while, and Chu Fengliu, who was a few steps away, finally realized that it was them.

"This disguise..." Chu Fengliuyuan was still communicating with Qi Liangchen, suddenly interrupting the conversation and showing an inexplicable smile. Qi Liangchen looked in the voice and then saw Xin Xinniannian's opponent: "After all, they can't hide this news, they are not too late."

"But why are there only two of them?" Chu Fengliu looked around and thoughtful.

"After all, Lord Tianzun is in charge, so the rest of his commands cannot leave." Qi Liangchen thought.

Yin'er was glaring at Xuanyuan and brewing a fighting spirit. Uncle, she was afraid of a slanting wind. Yin'er instinctively avoided dodging and pushed the sword with her back. The man blocked and lifted it up quickly. Xiyin's sharp blade collided with the weapon in his hand. With a sharp sound, each of them took two steps back.

The man turned his weapon, but there was no box or sheath, just a fan on his chest.

Yin'er couldn't help but be stunned, remembering the person who was so vicious and vicious about Han Shu in the Xixia desert - the one who could attack Han Shu with a smile but instantly changed his face and attack.

"Tuli", when he heard his companions call him, they obviously asked him what had happened, and he looked at Yin'er with a complex expression, obviously recognizing that she was the wife of the national master who brought them bad luck.

Lin Qian had known that Yin'er had a relationship with them, so she just hoped that they would not hate the house and the mistress. It would be better if they could be afraid of her.

The maids in the valley each know some Chinese, Jurchen and Mongolian, so they were telling them in detail the rules of the competition: Since Mr. Bai was forced to appear, the competition was naturally a temporary intention, so he did not build a traditional ring, but instead chose the stone bridge built on the pool. Everyone had to stand on the upper limit of the bridge railing to compete, and whoever was knocked down within ten moves would be considered lost.

"It's good." Lin Qian couldn't help but sigh when she heard the rules. This guy had first-class light skills and was a little afraid of water now, so he would definitely take out the courage to shoot the tiger.

At that time, Yin'er looked at the Jin and Meng sides who were already competing on the bridge. They each sent out young players, and they were all rising stars. It was obvious that the Jin people valued Lin Qian, and the Mongolians were afraid of Yin'er, so they all bet their best in the competition with them: "It's bad."

Lin Qian followed her gaze to see the competition. Seeing that the three young Jin Fang generals were all very skilled and very familiar, they must have participated in the Huanqing Battle. Among them, Wanyan Fengxiao can defeat the sea and waves, Tu Chan Yueqing can defeat Baili Piaoyun, and the other one was Chu Fengliu's recent promotion in northern Shaanxi... I couldn't help but sigh that Chu Fengliu has come to see talents with wise eyes.

However, he was inevitably awakened immediately by Mr. Bai's words - the Mongolian young men opposite these three young Jin Fang players were not inferior, and they all could draw against Jin Fang!

That's right, in these thirty rounds, no one fell down the stone bridge, and the winner had not even been decided. Lin Qian realized that Bai Qingzhou asked "The leader of the alliance can know the 'Great Mongolian Kingdom'" and the deep meaning of arranging two to fight. Lin Qian's feeling at this moment was as subversive as he learned that the Short Sword Valley was originally full of evil. Although he had known about the existence of Mongolia through Yin'er earlier, he clearly felt the threat of Mongolia and the limitations and dangers of the war between the Jin and Song dynasties so clearly.

After asking the maid a few words to know yourself and your enemy, I realized that these three young Mongolians were all Genghis Khan's Golden Tent Warriors. When they were described, they were only one of the Golden Tent Warriors, which was obviously not in the top twenty. Those who had not participated in the war had already taken off the fan and made the stick Tiemoil Buhua originally came from the four Mongolian heroes. At the beginning of the year, they joined the Golden Tent Warriors and were listed in the twelve and thirteenth respectively. There was also a leader of these warriors, who were the fifth ones in the Golden Tent Warriors and were standing in the most corner, so they were finally introduced.

Lin Qian looked at Maobasi as he spoke. He was a bald old man with a medium figure. He didn't look like a Mongolian person, but he seemed to be from Tubo. He looked unpretentious among a group of Mongolians. However, since he had the strongest martial arts skills here, Lin Qian had to take him personally. At that time, his eyes were indifferent and Lin Qian met with Lin Qian. Lin Qian knew that Maobasi also set his target on himself.

"That Tuli, I will meet first!" Yin'er's temperament could not be held back. At that time, Song Meng's fight was about to start, and Tuli was already standing on the bridge to wait for the enemy. Yin'er wanted to take advantage of his fear of defeating Hanshu, so she jumped up to stand at the end of the bridge and took on this key first game.

There is no way to talk, you can only play tricks. The competition is to be decisive and neat!

Yin'er attacked with a sword, learning from all the strengths, and being full of spirituality. With light steps and quick posture, it was really dazzling.

If you take off the inside and hold the fan and close it, it is like a control iron rod, which is both hard and soft, and it is also very fast in hand speed, first-class foot strength, and completely varied offense and defense.

If you look closely at the edge of the fan, you will also have a sharp thorn blade, which can be compared to the rock silicon hammer-faced wolf teeth when facing the enemy. Therefore, you will hit Xiyin sword head-on, but the fan body is not damaged at all. Cut gold and jade, so you cannot be sharp.

"Ha, this guy has made a lot of progress." Yin'er remembered that when she first met in the desert, she thought that he was Qin Shi's level, and now she probably has exceeded it. However, it's a pity that she is stronger than Qin Shi! Even though his weapon is so sharp, how much damage can he not touch the Xiyin sword?dudu1();

The slight pecking and knocking strikes are everywhere, and I have never seen such a fancy and thick style of play. I can't keep up for a while and can only deal with the moves and attack with defense.

"Very good, Yin'er's voice is awesome." Lin Qian felt relieved.

The storm suddenly changed, but when the fan suddenly appeared, the force was fierce, like a knife slashing. Yin'er calmly, tapped her toes lightly, jumped up from the railing, and instantly flew away from its range of killing. Without saying a single counterattack, a sword contained ten styles from top to bottom.

When Yin'er was standing tall, the sword's moves were all kinds of strange and illusory, and when he was out of the way, he entered the state, following the rhythm, gently shaking the fan seemed to be blocking it, but at that unexpected moment, infinite black mist surged out from the fan, and the force of thousands of pounds rushed towards Yin'er. From a distance, it looked like desert sand and dust, raging in disorder, sweeping across the fields.

Fortunately, I saw this move in the desert. If I had known that poisonous sand was wrapped in the fan, I would have used a move to "the wind rises from the great desert" to cut off the hidden weapon. At the same time, I fell back to the bridge railing and kept stabbing back with "the moon halo of the wind". The defense was hard and the cast force was fierce.

In the flash, the poisonous sand was gone and the crisis disappeared. The moon cleared at the moment, Wanyan Fengxiao and others, standing behind Chu Fengliu, were also applauding Yin'er's sword moves. Obviously, this was much more exciting than their competition just now.

More than that! Seeing Yin'er's Moon Halo, Zhifeng hit the inside, and Baoli also saw a chance to run out of the way. Unexpectedly, he was reborn as a "Snow Enveloping Blue Pass". When Baoli entered the state, he almost couldn't keep up again. After finally resisting the sword, Yin'er's "Flower Forest Yuezhao" was close to him.

However, the battle was far from over. Yin'er was complacent, and the fan in her hand suddenly rotated rapidly, as if it was about to transform into another weapon. At this moment, it was spinning like flying opposite Yin'er, with sparks splashing everywhere, with strange style and thunder.

Suddenly, his face darkened, and the iron fan turned into a wheel and flew towards Yin'er. His strength was so strong that the bamboos several feet away were more than enough.

Such a sharp killing weapon with many edges and corners was thrown from close range and directly rushed into Yin'er's body. No matter what point it cuts on Yin'er, she will be cut off in the waist!

Immediately, Yin'er's life worry hurriedly stepped back several steps until there was no way to go at the end of the bridge, but he had to win enough time to swing the sword to save himself. At that moment, her swordsmanship was no longer the same as before. Even Lin Qian could only see a few Diancang sword techniques from Yunlan, and the shadow of the Songfeng sword taught by Cheng Lingxiao. In addition, there was a simple style of Wanyan Yonglian that could not be removed - good, Yin'er's swordsmanship was much more extensive and fulfilling than before, but it was too refined and too much accumulated.

At this time, the wind, flowers, snow and moon and Qingcheng sword technique intertwined into an endless sword energy, blocking Yin'er and the iron fan, splashing water in. Moreover, the sword moves of the two major sword sects were just right, fighting like the moon shining among the pine trees, and the thin snow flowed on the stone. Yin'er had already pushed the battle forward, and was about to hit the iron fan back.

However, at this critical moment, the thousands of black sand released again between the sleeves of the bleach were even stronger than the momentum, as if it had gathered into a black dragon hanging, and was rushing towards Yin'er through the gap. When the black mist became air and formed, it completely enveloped Yin'er, and the cold expression of the bleach seemed to be saying to her: I will reveal my trick to you? Yes, Yin'er has never seen it before, it is indeed much more powerful!

The hurricane rushed and cut his face. Yin'er gave up resistance and ignored the iron fan. At the critical moment, she saw her retreating to the end of the bridge and closing her eyes. Why did she seem to want to rest for a while?

"The courage is as always." Xuanyuan Jiuye's heart was clear and he glanced at Lin Qian. Although he looked solemn, he seemed to know Yin'er's thoughts and had no intention of saving.

The fan and the poisonous sand poured down, adding to each other to the end of the bridge. Yin'er still closed her eyes and listened to the wind, and stood still with the sword. At that time, she was blocked from the upper and lower parts and left and right sides, and her only way out was to move forward or continue to retreat.

"It's really much more powerful, but I'm not afraid!" Yin'er chuckled a little, and she drew a sword, and made a precise judgment. The timing was right. The Xiyin sword, who had been silent for a round, accumulated a lot of strength and tricks in an instant, and fought for two rounds of strength and tricks - the enlarged but blocked energy was suddenly released at this moment. How could it be as simple as one plus one equals two? It was obviously comparable to the sound of abyss that had just broken free from the water droplets, and the speed and momentum of flood discharge!

When she was talking, Yin'er suddenly counterattacked, and the waves of air rose in her hands, and bloody sky soared into the sky, riding the wind and waves, and it was unstoppable. The bridge where she was located went from smoky to clear the situation was only two rounds.

Tuoli once again didn't realize that the rhythm had changed and was almost confused by Yin'er. Fortunately, he had rich experience in facing the enemy. He quickly adjusted his state and slapped his hand and was still spinning. As a close weapon, he turned sharply. After a slight tilt, he took advantage of the momentum to smash the Yin'er sword that was chasing a few steps ahead. The sword fan touched each other and could not be intertwined.

"Stop." He was still not satisfied, and ten moves had arrived. Neither of them had fallen off the bridge railing, so the game was tied.

Before Yin'er could get off, she watched Tuliu pay attention to her while getting off the bridge. She was absent-mindedly slipped by the poisonous sand left on the bridge railing. The scene was really unexpectedly funny. Yin'er couldn't help laughing so hard that she leaned back and forth. Unknowingly, she thought that her sword technique was too clever and gathered the poisonous sand in one place to trip over Tuliu. So everyone sighed and said that it was a pity that if this scene happened one round, Yin'er would win this game.

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"Stay for a while first." Lin Qian certainly knew that Yin'er had a hard time in this game. Although the reaction was half a beat slower than her and that a few more rounds would really lose to her, her strength may not be much worse than her. The last game also caused many surprises for Yin'er.

Seeing that he was about to come up, Maobasi signaled the rest of the people to retreat, and he handed them over to himself. The two met on the railings, each lit their swords, and then rushed to fight. In the first round of the battle, he knew that the other party was indeed difficult to shake.

Although Lin Qian was not in his best condition, he had recovered to about 70%. Maobasi's internal strength was not inferior to that of him now. Every time this person slashed, his strength was extremely powerful, just like the nine dragons and nine elephants crushed at the same time, and his shape and shadow appeared and disappeared. Lin Qian had heard of it. There was a magical internal power in the Tubo martial arts world called the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, with a total of thirteen levels, and his skills increased exponentially. Could it be what he saw in front of him?

Because of his slight restraint, Maobasi's sword seemed to be curious about his internal skills. However, even if he could see the Bai family's Changqing Collection of Heart Methods of the Hell Sword, he would not know that some of them were rooted in various medical books.

"Lin Qian was not as strong as when he was fighting against Pingliang with the prince, but his sword skills were much more sophisticated than that time." Qi Liangchen analyzed, Xuanyuan Jiuye nodded: "The other level of the Yinhen Knife is stable." Chu Fengliu frowned: "After a moment, General Qi will fight him."

Three rounds have passed while talking. Lin Qian slashed with a long sword, which was extremely powerful. Maobasi scimitar took several moves in succession, which was not inferior. He was both offensive and defensive. In the blink of an eye, both sides hit the air dozens of times, and his internal strength was astonishing as he was overwhelmed.

The two were entangled, and Maobasi turned around and pulled it away. Suddenly the tip of the knife and the hilt of the knife were quickly pulled away. Among them, an iron chain suddenly appeared. While Lin Qian was still fighting with the tip of the knife, the slender chain had been tied straight to Lin Qian's body.

Lin Qian was so skillful that he was as unsurprising as he was in the face of changes. When he attacked with the long sword with the "tide is flat and the two sides are wide", he quickly used a short sword with his right hand to block the attack with "long wind of tens of thousands of miles". The angle was just right and his moves were unprecedentedly skillful.

Although the unexpected surprise attack of the chain failed, Maobasi had never dragged on the mud and changed his moves in an instant, and followed one after another. The chain waved like a snake in his hand, moving faster and faster, and suddenly rushed to Lin Qian like a whirlwind and swept before Lin Qian. Lin Qian raised his long sword to break through the river with the "moon surging the river". The force required was even greater than when fighting against Gao Fenglei.

However, Maobas used the chain to mess up his ears and eyes, and the tip of the knife took the opportunity to hurt him. Although this move "shocked the upper and lower the upper and lower the chain", the knife head rotated at a very fast speed at this moment, and it was obvious that the key point was to cut Lin Qian's legs.

Lin Qian responded to changes in a constant manner, and was on the defensive short sword, with quick eyes and hands, and counterattacked with "Thousands of Cavalry Round". Maobasi swung the chain and fired, with a gust of wind and thunder. Lin Qian was located just below the hurricane strike, with a calm face, a figure of heroic figure, and two swords slashed, leaping across and across, like a powerful crossbow, explaining what it means to destroy and destroy.

Seeing that the attack was robbed by him again, Maobasi snatched the ring with a snatch, and with a backhand, Lin Qian opened and closed, acted as he pleased, and the long and short swords were invincible in offense and defense. Every time he saw the chain knife surrounding him like a spiral, he saw him killing it like a broken bamboo.

"I resisted the peaks, and I doubted the mountain, and I attached myself to the mountains, and I could see the advantages and disadvantages of the sky." Chu Fengliu exclaimed softly. After so many years, he still maintained the original majestic and powerful swordsmanship style, but it has obviously deepened to countless levels.

After recovering, Maobasi seemed to have tried his best in this latest round. His sword technique became more and more fierce, with a sharp green light rising, and a storm. Lin Qian also mobilized most of his true energy to protect his body, and the snow light rotated around him, destroying the world, excluding copper and iron, and storming the wind and lightning, passing through the sun and the moon, circulating up and down, "I forgot about everything, I have no thoughts, I don't compete for my demeanor, and I will always be the same." The softest and firm, dispersing the weather and rain, curbing the enemy's edge, and only intersecting eyelashes.

"That magnificent sword technique is like invisible and silent in his hands." This is the resentment knife that Xuanyuan Jiuye had almost never seen before. It has a light appearance, a heavy core, and a water-like personality.

When Maobasi slashed in a series of reverse slashes, Lin Qian and the swords were combined, Maobasi's multiple offensives were blocked continuously. He was anxious and was in a hurry and lost his center of gravity in the place where he had just slipped. However, he was attacking at a high speed, and the slip was directly aimed at the bridge deck rather than the pool, so he was inevitably worried about his life.

Lin Qiannian ended in this competition and pulled him without thinking. Unexpectedly, Maobasi pushed him hard before he stood firm. Lin Qian hurriedly returned to guard, and a huge force collided with two people. The blue and white light converged, and huge waves burst out in the pool. Because the killing was too great, the two of them swept away from each other, sweeping half of the other bridge railing, and the heroes on the shore also took several steps back together.

"Stop!" Ten moves came to an abrupt end. Before everyone could get enough, Yin'er stepped forward to help draw the knife while kicking the chain knife.

"It's not done by heroes." Qi Liangchen has always been a gentleman.

"Soldiers never get tired of deceit." Xuanyuan Jiuye smiled and shook his head.

"It's the third formation." Chu Fengliu was very interested.

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The thirteenth samurai of the Golden Tent, the iron molten iron is not flowered, the staff in his hand weighs at least 200 kilograms, and the battle of the desert also besieged Hanshu.

It is said that this person has the power to fight a tripod, but unfortunately, even if you have the power to the prehistoric world, I can still make a big move.

Yin'er smiled and came out of the sword, rustling and rustling, illusory and light, and radiant.

The iron mol is not a false name. It is pressed on the left and the right cover, and the vertical hammer is raised horizontally, making people look full of shadows.

The sword and staff intersect, merge and part, just like a tiger descending the mountain, just like a spiritual phoenix soaring into the sky.

Unfortunately, Tiemoil's flexibility is far less than that. Yin'er is traveling through heavy blows with his small figure, and he is at ease in time. During the seven rounds, his swordsmanship changes with his abilities, he can use his moves with his own abilities, and he can use his own abilities, and then he will come first. Suddenly, he will be able to kill him to the point of being able to achieve great success.

As everyone exclaimed, Xiyin's sword had reached Tiemoil's throat. Tiemoil leaned back and did not stand firmly and almost fell into the water. However, somehow, the center of gravity was adjusted again, and Yin'er's attack did not defeat him. At that time, Lin Qian************* was all on Yin'er. Yu Guangsai and Maobasi's hands seemed to move slightly, and there was no evidence that he had shot a hidden weapon to help him stand in the room. The rest of the people were even more unaware of the fight of the sword stick.

It was this unexpected glance that Lin Qian saw that in the forest not far from Maobasi, someone was wearing a blue shirt and standing leisurely against a bamboo. He should have a veil, and his bright eyes were graceful.

The woman's temperament is really similar to Yuze back then. I don't know who she was, how long she had been watching the battle here, and why didn't she get close to her?

There was no time to consider these details anymore, Lin Qian hurriedly came back to her senses and looked at Yin'er.

Yin'er missed this fighter plane and had only three rounds left with Tiemoil. Her martial arts skills were slightly higher than him, but she obviously didn't have enough time to knock him down the bridge railing. She slowed down and the ten-stroke period interrupted the intense battle.

"It was a draw in three games again, so wonderful." Although Mr. Bai is a literati, he also knew that the martial arts struggle was evenly matched and evenly matched, so he naturally satisfied those viewers.

"The next three games will be even more critical." Lin Qian saw Yin'er's physical strength decline after two games, and knew that he had to go into battle first.

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The remaining three opponents are Qi Liangchen, Xuanyuan Jiuye, and Chu Fengliu.

If the match is tied again, I'm afraid it will be a more match, which is really unfavorable for Qianyin. Although Mr. Bai is not Qianyin's original purpose, the victory or defeat will not affect the pursuit of true gentian, whether it is a conversation just now or the youthful temperament, Qianyin wants to pass the hurdle and kill the generals until the end.

Therefore, in these three battles, someone must fall into the water.

Although Lin Qian's internal strength can already beat Qi Liangchen alone in normal circumstances, he has been injured and has just fought, so he may be at a disadvantage and can only barely stay equal. Although Yin'er is very sure of defeating Xuanyuan, after all, there is only ten rounds of limit moves, and it is very likely that he will also be a draw.

The breakthrough point can only be based on Chu Fengliu, who is lower in martial arts than theirs and has been healing recently.

Therefore, Lin Qian's tactic is to try to draw Qi Liangchen as much as possible, and fight against Xuanyuan for Yin'er. In the end, he or Yin'er's more powerful strength will do his best to defeat Chu Fengliu.

In any case, the better the record he achieved, the lighter the burden on Yin'er. However, he did not regret that he had saved Maobasi's life and failed to win. (To be continued.)｝Sexy private photo reveals his breasts and buttocks, born in 1995, and kills the otakus in seconds. Please follow the WeChat official account to watch the beauty online (Search for Beauty Island meinvdao123 to copy for 3 seconds)
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