Chapter 284 Sword Fate, Reincarnation 3

Just let the Evil Queen and Old Sen fight. Yin'er knew clearly that although there were two people watching the fire from across the bank, calmly, the highest concentration of fighting atmosphere was maintained around those two people - Lin Qian and Xue Huan, and finally

What matters is the existence of the other party.

For Xue Huan, Lin Qian was definitely not born out of nowhere. Like Xuanyuan, he saw with his own eyes how Qian turned his back on Dai Jin step by step and turned from a possible comrade to an inevitable rival. All of this was destroyed by their connivance back then.

.As for Lin Qian, I am afraid that Xue Huan was Qian’s most coveted opponent when he was not famous. The rule of not making three swords a year kept Xue Huan firmly at the top without causing any unnecessary trouble.

Qian appreciates him, admires him, and wants to reach him. If Qian wants to reach him, he must adjust his state and not become possessed. Otherwise, he may only resort to martial arts and lose his soul!

Yin'er came back to her senses and saw that Lin Meicai had indeed taken the initiative again, using her rapid sword skills to exhaust Sen Lao's physical strength. She was different from Leng Piaoling, her moves were all ruthless and exclusive to the Evil Queen.

! It was so intense that Sen Lao couldn't keep up. Yin'er didn't dare to look at it for a moment. As he watched, his breathing was absorbed by the speed of the Evil Queen's sword. Wasn't he looking for death?

Although Mr. Sen was at a disadvantage, he fulfilled his duties and always prevented her from succeeding. However, like too many of Lin Meicai's subordinates who were defeated, he only had one feeling left: short of breath and strong in strength!

Seeing Mr. Sen panting, how could Mr. Miao ignore it? He had already prepared his momentum for a long time, and immediately raised his sword to continue the attack. Lin Meicai smiled as she took advantage of the situation. Her evil queen loves wheel battles the most, and the more she fights, the more fierce she becomes!

But it is obviously exactly what Wen Xuan said. Too many young people with similar strength will probably stagnate in dire straits. "The passes in the five layers of Jingkou are not decorations. Each pass seems to have critical points and dead ends. They just appear.

The time, number of times, and degree of danger depend on the opponent. The more expert you are, the more difficult the test is." Wenxuan said. Yin'er nodded: "Also, Lin Meicai doesn't recognize the Jingkou Wudie, so it seems that the ecstasy is of no use.

, plus her injuries may not recover, at most she will be at the same level as us."

Haiwei had been cheering for Jingkou Wudie for a long time. At this moment, he pulled Yin'er's sleeve: "We are going to win! We are going to win!" Yin'er quickly came back to her senses and saw Lin Meicai reversed the situation with a knife. She narrowly defeated Miao Lao by chance.

He couldn't help but laugh. Hai's face changed drastically, and he was extremely frustrated: "How do you turn defeat into victory in this situation? Mr. Miao, he doesn't give me face!" "Senior Miao has always used softness to overcome strength, and is kind-hearted. It may be difficult to adapt to Lin Meicai's fierce tactics for a while, but

When you meet Yan, the Evil Queen will not be so relaxed. Senior Yan is very evil and can usually make you roll around with the first move." Ye Wenxuan explained.

"Okay!" Hai shouted loudly, which startled Yin'er enough.

Senior Yan is really strong in fire and has a sparkling spirit. People say that Huo is called "Yan Shang". It is even more remarkable that this person has three fires. Perhaps God has heard the strong appeal from Hai's inner world. Mr. Yan's face is as red and hot as Guan Gong.

, the Evil Queen was viciously killed with the first sword. The Evil Queen did not expect that her opponent's strength suddenly increased several levels, so she was caught off guard and missed with a sword. She should have suffered some flesh injuries, but after all, she also

It is not a fuel-efficient lamp. After standing still, he immediately returned the favor. He didn't care that Mr. Yan was attacking like artillery. The heroes were all focused on this, but Yin'er asked utilitarianally: "Senior brother, who is that senior Yao?"

Ye Wenxuan was stunned and pointed at the end of the five sturdy men: "Isn't that the one?"

Yin'er was startled and couldn't believe it. It turned out that these five burly men were indeed outstanding in height, but in terms of appearance, there was a huge difference between Yao Lao and the other four. Not only did he not look like a martial artist, he was honest and honest, with a sad look on his face.

More like a farmer. Wen Xuan saw Yin'er's embarrassment and smiled: "Today, few people in the world have the chance to see Senior Yao's martial arts, so I am guessing how many swords Xue Huan will use this year...

..." Yao Lao and Lin Qian obviously have enough qualifications to make him use the sword.

Yin'er hummed indifferently and looked at Mr. Yao intently. Occasionally their eyes would meet, and he would smile to her innocently.

Yan Lao was really a hurdle that he couldn't get over. Even in front of Lin Meicai, who was fighting without breathing, he was extremely energetic and even put Lin Meicai at a disadvantage. If Yin'er could have such an ability to withdraw the sword with one strike, one month ago

In the decisive battle, Yin'er wouldn't be so tired of fighting and running, and running and fighting again.

Yin'er suddenly felt that something was wrong. Normally, Hai should be clapping non-stop at this moment and saying: Good fight, good fight. At this time, his happy cheers were a little weak, and his hands were clapping slower and slower, but his eyes were not.

Bian stayed between the swords, his lips moving and murmuring, obviously distracted. Something suddenly flashed in Yin'er's mind - Old Man Zhuge said, the one who forcefully snatched away General Hai's marriage, could it be... the Evil Queen?

Otherwise, why would General Hai pay so much attention to her... Although General Hai may not admit it...

The Evil Queen didn't know yet that someone was marrying her. She was only thinking about how to open the box and verify whether the treasure inside was the Samsara Sword. She refused to give in and stood firm, allowing Mr. Yan's last blow to hit her directly.

At that moment, Lin Meicai used his strength to suddenly let go of the knife and swung it away. He lost the contest, but the knife followed the direction of the huge force and slashed straight towards the box. Mr. Yan was stunned and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. How could he still do it?

There was no time to stop it! The box was cut into two halves by the Evil Queen and Mr. Yan together. As the other half flew and hit the crowd, the objects in the box also scattered one after another. They all appeared, but they were not the Samsara Sword, but the Samsara Sword.

It is a scroll. If you are not a scholar, you will not realize that it is a treasure.

Yin'er exclaimed, did Ye Wenjing actually give Leng Piaoling a calligraphy and painting?

Leng Piaoling stepped forward and slowly laid out a painting. Although Lin Meicai felt it was not worth it, he couldn't help but curiously took a look. He saw that the silk was covered with light ink, and he didn't know how to appreciate it, so he said something

"Bamboo?" I didn't say any more. Hai spurred his horse up, and when he looked up, it was not bamboo?! But the bamboo was painted with light ink as the back and dark ink as the painting. The use of colors was unique, and it was obviously the work of a famous artist.

Hai asked Lin Meicai in surprise: "Aren't there many elegant people under the Evil Queen? Don't you know the origin of this work?" Lin Meicai shook his head, with a rare humility on his face, Hai oh, and boasted: "I am.

I just know that there are only a handful of people in the painting world who can paint the charm of ink bamboo that can be moved by the wind and formed without bamboo shoots, and they must be from the Wenhuzhou Bamboo School."

Lin Meicai, who rarely laughed at each other, nodded and listened to his explanation, and asked Ye Wenjing if this was the case. Yin'er looked at the Evil Queen with a smile, and suddenly felt that the Evil Queen was quite cute.

Ye Wenjing nodded: "Yes, this painting is priceless and it was painted by the famous artist Wen Yuke."

"Ah, that's it." Hai still wanted to brag and continue to win Lin Meicai's respect, "How is Mr. Wen's health lately?" He really shouldn't expose his shortcomings by talking too much, Lin Meicai laughed: "General Hai, it's been a hundred years since Wen Yuke passed away.

"More." Hai's face turned blue and red, and all the soldiers took advantage of this moment to ignore the enemy and ourselves, and laughed out loud one after another.

Ye Wenjing also smiled and stopped, but frowned and stared at the ink bamboo picture in Leng Piaoling's hand: "The pen is like a divine help, and it is a wonderful combination of nature. Wen Yuke's ink bamboo only shows a few feet to the world, but it has the momentum of ten thousand feet."

After a pause, Ye Wenjing turned his eyes to Qian. Except for Wenxuan, no one knew that the person he cared about most was actually Qian: "The appearance of a few feet, the momentum of ten thousand feet, is like the legendary sword in Lin Qian's hand...

…”

Qian was slightly startled: "Mr. Ye's bodyguard has won a prize, and Lin Qian's current Drinking Hate Knife, whether it is right or wrong, is still hanging in the balance..."

After hearing this, Xue Huan warned him in a low voice: "Look down on the rights and wrongs of grievances. You always have to go through some process. After that, it will be right."

Ye Wenjing stopped mentioning the bamboo and looked back at Xue Huan: "Does Mr. Xue believe it now? The so-called dark Chencang in this box is just a few famous paintings."

"Mr. Ye, you think you have a chance to secretly seduce Chen Cang?" Xue Huan sneered, turning his head, his hostility unabated, "Xue has sent people to follow everyone who has come into contact with Mr. Ye along the way.

"

Ye Wenjing smiled calmly: "With Mr. Xue's accompanying protection, I think the Samsara Sword is safe."

"Boss Ye better know better. Xue has seized the Samsara Sword! No matter how many Jingkou Wutie you have and how strong your attachment is, whoever dares to participate in the turnover will definitely not be let go by Xue!"

Huan was decisive, and the whole array of Jin men were at war with each other.

Ye Wenjing restrained his smile and sternly refused the enemy: "Ye also defended it! Mr. Xue has seen my unscrupulous methods, and he also knows that if I, Ye Wenjing, didn't really have that ability, how could I have the courage to let you go to Dajin?

!”

Seeing the two of them suddenly fighting to death, the situation was obviously on the verge of breaking out. As long as the leaders of both sides gave an order, it would be a life and death battle. The anti-gold alliance was also eagerly waiting for Lin Qian to enter the game. Yin'er noticed that the atmosphere was stagnant and knew that this was about to break out.

In the flames of war, it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. If there is a real melee, the whereabouts of the Samsara Sword may be unknown.

Qian also took a clear stand and stopped in front of Ye Wenjing. Xue Huan said on the opposite side: "Master Xue, why don't you fight with me, Lin Qian? If you want to snatch the Samsara Sword, you must first defeat me, the Drinking Hatred Sword!" Yin'er nodded and immediately followed his words.

Then declared war: "The Anti-Golden Alliance will never allow the Sword of Samsara to fall into the hands of foreign enemies!"

The bandits were in an uproar and understood very clearly: since Lin Qian paid equal attention to the Samsara Sword and the Drinking Hate Sword, the stance of the Anti-Golden Alliance was definitely to protect the sword. Driven by psychology, the Sichuan and Guizhou bandits present also established their attitude: "Of course, we must

Keep the Sword of Samsara in our Song Dynasty for now!" "Even if we want to rob it, it's not the outsiders' turn to speak!" "Drive these Jin people out!" He Huiru's men were all incited, shouting "The alliance king is wise" and "the alliance leader is wise"

The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the Demon Sect parties were so overwhelmed that they didn't know how to choose a position. Seeing this situation, fighting against the Jin Alliance's attachment was the best strategy. However, after seeing evil, they were as cold as ice. How could the Demon Sect members dare to fight with Lin Qian?

Choose the same stance?!

The heroes of the alliance all stared at Xue Huan's right hand in unison - Xue Huan, whoever dares to participate in the Reincarnation Sword, you will not let anyone go, but the person in front of you is Lin Qian, the Drinking Hate Blade. How are you going to fulfill your promise?

"Don't let go"!?

The situation is urgent, and there is only one hope left in everyone's mind: Will Xue Huan make a move? This hope has made many people eager to see it, but this hope must be looked forward to with caution...

This enemy is really amazing. He is not as fierce as others but is killed by your sword. He calmly invites you to challenge, but you may not be qualified to challenge him! But if you can't defeat him, the Samsara Sword will always be defeated.

It won’t be safe!

However, from just now to now, Xue Huan has not shown any intention to draw the sword, but has frowned deeply. He obviously feels conflicted. He knows better than anyone else that you cannot take the sword without drawing the sword, and seizing the sword

It is his mission that should go through fire and water! But what kind of powerful force is it that restrains Xue Huan, the tough and brave king, from hesitating?! Does he have to weigh the importance now? Doesn't he know that Lin Qian is scary?

"Ye Wenjing, you have found the biggest supporter. Evil Queen, why is your Demon Sect so frightened by the momentum like grass on the wall?" Ye Bumei realized that Xue Huan was unwilling to use the sword. In this situation,

The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, so of course we have to plan Lin Meicai's troops.

A trace of pity for the Evil Queen flashed across He Huiru's cold face. Although the Evil Queen in the past was an enemy of the righteous martial arts world, she could not tolerate the Jin people's intervention in the civil strife of the Southern Song Dynasty. But now, she is unable to do what she wants. The Evil Queen cannot help herself.

To escape this sharp contradiction, should we submit to the golden man or stick to our principles...

Lin Meicai, who was thinking to himself but had not yet answered, suddenly noticed the strong wind blowing behind his head. His subconscious flashed past him, and he turned around and drew his sword to defend himself. However, he saw the attacker's white clothes floating in the air, his brows like gods, his steps light, and his sword intent as silk.

, Duan is a master of swords and a dragon and a phoenix among men, but this handsome young man seems to be particularly dissatisfied with the Evil Queen, and he clearly has an angry look on his face!

The evil queen had been fighting with Mr. Yan for a long time, and her physical strength had not yet fully recovered. She could not gain the upper hand for a while. Moreover, this young man came suddenly, and the evil queen was inevitably caught off guard: "It's you?!"

He Huiru excitedly said in Yin'er's ear: "Yes, the leader! That's him! Murong Baishan..."

Yin'er was stunned: "Murong... Baishan?" But why does Murong Baishan look like an old friend?!

Qian was just calming down when he suddenly lost consciousness - the young man in white seemed to have attacked Lin Meicai with his sword after Murong Jingji failed to stop him. The situation was tense just now and no one could notice him. The reason for his attack on Lin Meicai was very clear. His words

Already mentioned in: "Apologise to Ji'er! You soiled her sleeves!"

Apparently, just now, Lin Meicai desperately pushed the box into a crowd of people in order to open it, and it happened to fall next to Murong Jingjia. Fortunately, his life was not in danger, but only her sleeves were dirty?

However, I had no time to care about the reasons behind his words. Qian's surprise and astonishment suddenly turned into a kind of ecstasy or a mixture of joy and sorrow. After listening to this voice for more than ten years, it was blurry last time, but this time it was clear and clear.

Familiar, but this figure, this swordsmanship, this appearance, he will never forget it for several lifetimes! Song Xian!?

This person not only has the shadow of Song Xian! This person...isn't it Song Xian!? He's a real Song Xian!

"There's no need... there's no need to apologize..." Murong Jingjie was different from usual, and came forward sadly to persuade him, with a soft tone and full of love in his eyes.

This scene really shocked the crowd. Anyone who knew Yang Songxian felt that it was Song Xian! The appearance, body shape, temperament and demeanor were all consistent with Yang Songxian! And what was surprising was not just that.
To be continued...