Lin Shengnan.

All the sword skills that had passed through his hands in the past were finally displayed from the Yinhen Dao, with a startling brilliance like a first foray into the world, like a tiger with added wings, like a fish in water. The stalemate at this moment has completely eliminated the disadvantage.

But although the old man was not as powerful as Xue Qingqing, he was much more ruthless than him. Sheng Nan had the handle in his hands, and it was impossible for him not to use his weak internal strength to deal with him!

Feng Xiaoyin was a little flustered. As soon as his speed slowed down, Nanxian Sword followed closely behind.

Sure enough, the old man suddenly abandoned his sword and stretched out his hand to grasp the handles of the two swords. This scene had been on Shengnan's mind for a long time: instead of simply grabbing the sword with his hands, he had clearly set a trap, and his opponent was trying to pass on the skills through objects.

, as long as Shengnan does not let go, he will be injured immediately by the internal force, and not only the two swords will be lost immediately!

It only took a moment. According to Lin Shengnan's personality, it was obviously impossible for him to hand over the knife to others. Although he had thought of this scene for a long time, he did not expect to be in such a dilemma when he actually attacked.

When that overwhelming force pressed against him holding the Drinking Hate Knife in his hand like an overwhelming force, and the steady flow seemed to have follow-up power, Sheng Nan knew that he could not think too much, so he decided to take a gamble and immediately abandoned the knife, letting the old man get what he wanted, and retreated with the knife.

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The old man seemed to have expected that no matter how determined Shengnan was, he would still consider his own internal strength. He retracted his two swords, and his internal strength gradually slowed down. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shengnan seized the moment when he retreated, suddenly took a step forward, and gently picked it up with a grabbing gesture. The old man never expected that he would come forward again and touch him so lightly, and the two swords were suddenly taken back by Shengnan!

After a while, the old man understood that he had fallen into Shengnan's trap. He became angry and immediately drew his sword again and struck him immediately. Shengnan counterattacked with his left sword. His reaction was very fast. Feng Xiaoyin caught a glimpse of this attack and defense.

, obviously relieved, but unexpectedly, when the old man's right sword was about to take away Sheng Nan's strength, he pulled out another sword with his left hand!

Isn’t that also the method of drinking hatred knife!?

This old man from the Kingdom of Jin actually knows how to use both hands!

The old man suddenly returned to the dominant side, and the two swords on the left and right advanced at the same time. Shengnan was like a boat sailing against the current, like a light that could not break through the waves in the heavy clouds, and his steps kept retreating and it was difficult to control. He was shocked and suddenly realized: No wonder he wants to drink the Hate Knife!

It turns out that the sword technique he practiced was just for drinking the hatred sword! I'm afraid it has a great connection with this sword!

Somehow, the two sharp knives were fluttering in the wind, and after facing each other for a long time, the Yinhen Dao showed a frightening desolation. Shengnan's hands were trembling slightly. He felt that the Yinhen Dao was still at odds with him at this time, and something appeared in his mind.

There is only one picture left: thousands of miles of flat territory, vast and boundless, the sky and the earth are connected, but in the dark dome, there is only a single person, a pair of swords, and a thought that is too painful to live...

His determination was completely wounded by this sadness.

The old man saw his decline clearly, and directly attacked Shengnan's wrists with two swords. His internal force also blocked all possible escape routes for Shengnan. If this move was so brutal, no matter whether Shengnan abandoned the sword or not, his hands would definitely be destroyed.

All around are a blockade of heavy internal forces. Two sharp bayonets are facing each other, making it impossible to escape or enter. Behind them are the hard towering ancient trees beside the road, making it impossible to retreat. It is really besieged on all sides, and there is nothing to show it.

No, I can’t lose. I can’t give the Drinking Hate Knife to the Jin people, and... Yuze is still waiting for me to find her in the Kingdom of Jin... I can’t lose...

Under the heavy light of the sword, he did not obey the trend of losing. He still clenched the two swords tightly - when he had no way to retreat, he had to find a way out on his opponent!

However, in such an urgent situation, how to discover the fatal weakness of a powerful opponent?!

He suddenly saw a slight tremor in the old man's left hand. Although it was very subtle, it was magnified in his eyes and became a loophole that could not surround him.

Whether he wins or loses depends entirely on whether the old man's left hand is really flexible. As long as he doesn't have innate ability in the process of practicing using both left and right hands, his offensive will not be perfect.

Shengnan made a prompt decision and broke through the old man's left hand with a single blow. Sometimes, when dealing with a master who has no chance of winning, one has to imagine all possible weaknesses and look down on the opponent.

The results proved that Shengnan's desperate move was correct.

The old man walked out of the omen of victory in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face - yes, while he was most aware of Shengnan's weaknesses, his weaknesses were also caught by Lin Shengnan!

Just at this moment, a sword was heard, followed by a woman's exclamation. Although the voice was small, the old man Sheng Nan was awakened from his calmness. They all looked at the sound and saw Feng Xiao chanting, holding Nan Xian's hands behind his back.

As if his strength was too great, Nan Xian struggled hard but could not break free, and was finally subdued by Feng Xiaoyin.

The old man was shocked to see the injury on Nan Xian's arm, and said in a trembling voice: "Xian'er, are you okay!" Seeing his nervousness, Nan Xian whispered: "I'm fine, she can do ten moves, just one move

Within the time... use ten moves..."

The old man's expression changed: "One sword and ten moves again? Who are you again?!"

"I'm not as shady as you. I, a man who doesn't change his name in business or his surname in office, am one of the Eight Eccentrics of Jiangxi Province! It's not your turn to make the decision now. You stand back three feet and put that

Two horses are coming, hurry up!" Feng Xiaoyin said loudly, grabbing Nan Xian's neck, "Lin Shengnan, come here!"

The old man seemed to be very worried about Nan Xian, with an anxious look on his face, and he stepped back three feet obediently. Feng Xiaoyin squinted her eyes and whispered softly: "Is there three feet?" Seeing her muttering to herself, Nan Xian tried to escape, but who would have expected it?

Still unable to leave Feng Xiaoyin's Wuzhishan, Feng Xiaoyin did not hesitate to be more fierce now, with a burning gaze: "You! Looking for death!" The old man said sternly: "Don't kill her!"

"Dad, don't worry about me, grab the Hate-Drinking Saber!" Nan Xian panted, "Kill these two again!"

Of course, Feng Xiaoyin expected that it was impossible for the old man to harm Nanxian.

Sheng Nan patted the horse's back, turned around and chuckled, "This time, it's all thanks to you, Miss Feng." Feng Xiao smiled, pushing Nan Xian further back, whipping the horse quickly, and instantly

The two riders fled for their lives.

The old man did not chase after him, but hurriedly went to help Nanxian: "Xian'er, are you okay?" "Dad! When Fei Fei died, he told me that he was killed by a female thief with ten moves. Could this be it?

Feng Xiao chanting?" Nan Xian had tears on his face.

"If it were her, I would cut her into pieces!" The old man clenched his fist, almost crushing it.

After escaping from danger, Feng Xiaoyin has been smiling fiercely: "Sword fight with me, huh, what a beautiful idea!"

Shengnan felt depressed when he heard this: "Okay, okay, it sounds confusing!"

Feng Xiaoyin remembered something and exclaimed: "Today you finally got your revenge. That person couldn't have imagined that you risked your life for the Drinking Hate Knife. Can he snatch it away!"

But from behind the slope, a man was heard sternly scolding: "So the two swords are here with you two!"

Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of well ropes for ten years. Shengnan Feng Xiaoyin was almost frightened to death. Another black shadow swayed in front of him. Just like the old man just now, he aimed at the Yinhen Dao as soon as he took action.

! Shengnan still had the same attitude, guarding the sword firmly, but this man hit the long sword with a "flick of thunder" move, Shengnan was knocked away a few steps, Feng Xiaoyin was surprised, and looked at this man looking familiar

, said in surprise: "Liu Yunhui!" It was Liu Yunhui who snatched the horse from his hands! Liu Yunhui said sternly: "What a pity, you want to make a fortune, but you resort to such methods!"

"What method?" Feng Xiaoyin was so angry that she took the two swords from Shengnan's hand, "It doesn't matter if you steal my horse, you still want to steal our two swords!?"

"That's natural! Do you have two swords?" Yun Hui was not as amiable as last time, but with a angry look on his face. He then pulled out a gun. This gun was very long. It seemed that it had not been used for many years and was a bit blunt, but

Yun Hui used it skillfully, stirring up the spears and flowers one after another, forcing Feng Xiaoyin to retreat repeatedly. Feng Xiaoyin could not display his sword ten-style skills at all, and said angrily: "You shameless people, for the sake of

You can do anything with your two swords!"

Liu Yunhui snorted: "You two knife thieves are really capable, you have been able to get away with it for so many days!" Feng Xiaoyin was also angered by him: "Who are you calling a knife thief?!" Liu Yunhui came over with a shot, and Feng Xiaoyin screamed.

The knife resisted, and he turned his hand, and the gun moved below the surface of the knife. Feng Xiaoyin immediately faced it with a short knife, but her left hand was really not that flexible. She wanted to sandwich the gun in the middle, but Yunhui pulled it out with a strong force and started again.

Stab her: "I'm warning you once, give me the knife, otherwise I'll be rude to you!" Feng Xiaoyin sneered: "I'm afraid you don't have the ability!" The sword and gun met, the air was stagnant, and only the friction of the weapons was heard.

Only the hearty laughter of an old man was heard: "Yin'er, is that you?" Feng Xiaoyin and Liu Yunhui stopped, and Feng Xiaoyin threw both swords to Shengnan: "Protect them!" Just as he was about to fight again, Liu Yunhui

But he disappeared. When he looked back, he couldn't help but be shocked. Yunhui had reached Shengnan and reached out to grab it. Shengnan instinctively fired both left and right, his two swords and the spear. In just two or three moves, Liu Yunhui noticed his exquisite swordsmanship.

With a surprised look on his face.

Feng Xiaoyin was overjoyed when she saw the old man wearing a windbreaker from far away and said: "Master, it's really you!" The old man stepped forward, Yunhui and Shengnan stopped fighting, but they were clearly different from each other.

Feng Xiao said happily: "Master, I never expected to meet you here!" The old man smiled: "Where has Yin'er been since I haven't seen you this year?" Sheng Nan clenched his two swords and looked at the two sudden arrivals warily.

The person who arrives.

But Liu Yunhui said sternly: "Everyone thought that the Jin man was from the Diancang sect. There were rumors that the martial arts world was in turmoil. Unexpectedly, the loss of the two swords was related to the theft gang Jiangxi Eight Monsters. Senior Ji, you are in vain to be a teacher!" Feng!

Xiao Yin snorted: "What does it have to do with you? Are you so nervous about using the sword for your own selfish gain?! Master, maybe he is the Eagle Claw of the Jin Kingdom. What are you doing with him?"

Ji Jing laughed: "Chu Jiang, Yin'er thought you were a Jin State spy who fought with her to grab a knife. You thought she had stolen two swords. There is quite a misunderstanding!"

Feng Xiao chanted as if she was being shocked by electricity: "Master! You, what did you call him!?"

Ji Jing laughed: "Chu Jiang. He is the master of the Drinking Hate Knife, so of course he is nervous about the two swords!"

Yin'er was shocked and couldn't help but gasped: "Lin...Lin...Lin Chujiang?" Shengnan was also at a loss, wondering whether he should let go immediately. Lin Chujiang saw the innocent expressions on their faces and restrained his anger: "Senior Ji, since

The two swords are in the hands of these two people, and this turmoil started because of them. I want a satisfactory answer." Ji Jing then asked Yin'er: "Yes, what is going on? How come you have the two swords?"

Feng Xiaoyin generally has nothing to do with this story, and the task of retelling the process was all handed over to Shengnan. After listening, Lin Chujiang seemed a little convinced, nodded and said: "Okay, I believe you for the time being, but the two of you just met

Why are you acting so panicked when you see me?"

"Because I met a man who grabbed a knife early this morning. By the way, Senior Lin, he is from the Laoyue Sect of the Jin Kingdom, and he can also use left and right techniques at the same time. He can hear the sound of the Drinking Hate Knife among thousands of people.

, How fantastic do you think it is?!" Feng Xiaoyin finally intervened.

"I probably know. He is my junior fellow student, his surname is Liu Mingjun. He was very concerned about the double swords back then, and now he is naturally even more reluctant to let go."

Shengnan couldn't help but feel ironic when she thought that Liu Jun appeared just after Feng Xiaoyin finished those four sentences about rivers and lakes. She couldn't be distracted and immediately handed over the Drinking Hen Knife: "Senior Lin..." Chu Jiang stretched out his hand to take it, and there was a flash of lightning.

Between the flints, time seemed to be frozen by something. Chu Jiang was stunned, and Shengnan was also stunned. Shengnan retracted his hand, and his palms were sweating. Chu Jiang looked at him a few times, thoughtfully.

The few people got along with each other for a few days and became familiar with each other's personalities. This journey was much more lively than the monotonous two people in the past. What made Chu Jiang even more gratified was that he could meet a young man who was so proficient in double swords.

Sheng Nan already respected Chu Jiang. For the past ten days or so, they had seen each other day and night, and with his generous guidance, the path of the sword became wider. Ji Jing and Feng Xiaoyin, masters and apprentices, watched Chu Jiang teach Sheng Nan.

Regarding sword skills, Feng Xiaoyin stared at the Yinhen Dao that was used to its fullest in Shengnan's hands, feeling that the sun was a bit dazzling: shouldn't the Yinhen Dao belong to Lin Qian?
Chapter completed!