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Later, Yang Lin worshiped him as his teacher again.

Join the Quanzhen faction.

Whether public or private, emotional or reasonable, he could not ignore the hatred and shame of the old Taoist priest.

Otherwise, word got out.

The news that Yang Lin was weak and afraid of King Jin and dared not retaliate resounded all over the world...

Then he doesn't have to be a human anymore.

Therefore, in this battle, no matter what, he cannot retreat.

There is no other option but to win big.

After killing Wanyan Honglie, and Wanyan Lulie, the clan of the Jin Dynasty always has someone to lead the army.

This prince is actually not unkillable.

Throughout history, the real reason why the Kingdom of Jin perished so quickly was, on the one hand, the strength of Mongolia; on the other hand, it was the alliance between the Song Dynasty and the Mongolian Army.

Speaking of this, I have to mention General Meng Gongmeng, this man is too good at fighting.

Unfortunately, mistakes in strategic direction cannot be made up for by virtue of tactical advantages.

He tried his best, won consecutive battles, and united with the Mongolian Corps to beat the Jin people to the ground. In the last battle, they were all wiped out, and he didn't even occupy any territory.

This battle was won, Yang Lin didn't know what to say.

Then, after Mongolia swallowed the most delicious fat, its momentum became even stronger, and it took advantage of the situation to hit backhand, and the Song Dynasty was crumbling.

At this time, there is no third country that can be allyed to help the Song people fight.

It's just to see if I can last a few more breaths.

What a shame to lose.

Half of these things came from Lu Guanying's memories of the current situation in his mind, and half came from some historical knowledge he had heard.

Yang Lin didn't know if it was true, and he still had to wait and see the specific situation.

However, he can basically confirm that the key to the battle between Song and Mongolia is not in Jin, but in Song.

The choice of the small imperial court in the Southern Song Dynasty was really not very good.

Big deal, when the time comes to destroy the Song-Meng peace talks, find some way to make trouble.

At that time, there will be a three-party melee, and the Song Dynasty will live in seclusion in the south, so it must be able to last a little longer, and it may not be possible for him to be a fisherman.

Therefore, the existence of talents like Wanyan Honglie is really not as important as previously thought.

……

Yang Lin had an unknown thought in his heart.

The feet did not stop.

The Quanzhen Golden Goose Kung Fu has been lifted up at full speed, running close to the ground.

From time to time, he ran from house to house, galloping between the city's alleys like a big bird.

As he got closer and closer, he admired the person in front more and more.

Carrying Wanyan Honglie, a tall and strong man of nearly two hundred catties, running, but still only a little slower than himself.

It is conceivable that if he was alone, running lightly, he would be much faster than himself.

At this time, he is on Wanyan Honglie's side again, and there are not many masters with such strength in the world.

And those who are famous for their lightness skills are even rarer, and they can basically lock in who the other party is.

"Iron Palm Floating on the Water, Qiu Qianren, is known as the strongest person among the five masters."

Although the other party was masked and wearing a black shirt, so he couldn't see his face clearly, Yang Lin had confirmed who he was.

Seeing that the city wall was already ahead, and the outside was shimmering with waves, Yang Lin knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

He let out a long roar, gathered his strength, and put his toes heavily on the house.

His stature is like a crane piercing the clouds, and his speed has increased by three points.

With a flash of the long sword in his hand, the light of the sword was dimmed, and the thunderous howl was compressed within half an inch of the sword.

Breaking the wind and making no sound, he quietly stabbed behind the man in black.

One style of Dingyang Needle, strength, power, style, force, all are just right.

It looks ordinary, but it is actually a deep-seated internal force, powerful and ferocious.

After stabbing to the extreme, there was a thunderclap, and the sword light exploded.

The sharp sharp edge, like a needle and a cone, seems to be piercing through the heart.

"Good swordsmanship."

Qiu Qianren stretched out his long sleeves, and threw Wanyan Honglie out of the city wall, where someone was waiting to meet him.

Facing Yang Lin's majestic and majestic sword light attack, he was unafraid.

His figure is like a willow leaf following the wind, he turned slightly half-turned, his palms clasped together, and there was a loud clang...

He even diverted the sword like a needle like a cone.

Twisted and twisted, the long sword broke into several pieces.

Taking advantage of the trend, he stepped forward and shot down with his back palm.

boom……

Like the waves of a great river.

It was the first time that Yang Lin was diverted from the sword-in-hand pose and broke the long sword in his hand.

He felt an extremely sharp and soft force in the opponent's palm, entangled and spun.

It was like a heavy millstone, impenetrable to pierce, impenetrable to cut through, and even more powerful to counter-shock.

He failed with one blow, but was knocked down by the opponent's palm instead.

The energy is like a mountain, and the two palms, one empty and the other solid, have already pressed down in front of the body.

Relying on his strong muscles and bones, he has practiced Chinese martial arts to reach the middle stage of Huajin Grandmaster, and he has the inner strength of Zhou Tian Dzogchen in his body, so of course he is not afraid of fighting hard with his palms.

Walking on the frost and ice to the palm of the hand, a misty cold air was blown out.

bang bang...

There were two consecutive sounds of gold and iron clanging.

Yang Lin paused, his muscles and bones groaned, and he bumped back seven or eight steps, almost falling off the roof...

But Qiu Qianren swayed his body, leaned back slightly, and smashed a few pieces of glazed gold tiles under his feet, and he was already standing firmly.

He laughed and said: "Young man, your Quanzhen swordsmanship is well practiced, and your palm technique is also top-notch in the world.

However, compared to the old man, he is still a little bit worse... If this is the case, today, you may not escape this disaster. "

Qiu Qianren linked his palms together, gaining the upper hand, looking around, he didn't see the Quanzhen Seven coming hand in hand, and he didn't see a nosy old beggar appearing.

At that moment, he was determined, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

Murder Dasheng.

"Really? Chief Qiu's iron palm kung fu is really extraordinary, and the palm of his hand has developed an exquisite and mysterious force, which is really an eye-opener for Lu.

However, if you want to save my life, you think too much. "

Yang Lin knew that when he fought against Miss Yu in the back mountain of Zhongnan, he had already reached about 300 points of combat power, which was naturally several times stronger than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

However, compared to the Five Absolutes in the World, it is still worse.

Even later, when he was unblocked again to the middle stage of Huajin, there was still a gap.

In fact, there is no specific standard for measuring the difference.

Now try a move with Qiu Qianren, and fight twice.

He finally understood how much was wrong.

Qiu Qianren, as the head of the Western Xiangxi Tiezhang Clan, his most important achievement was to defeat the Hengshan faction in the battle of Iron Palm annihilating Hengshan.

Since then, he has been depressed.

His pair of iron palms are wonderful and mysterious, and their power is unparalleled;

Qinggong is even more brilliant, coming and going like lightning, Dengping crossing the water.

The Iron Palm Gang is located in western Hunan. It was originally just a small gang.

I never thought about doing anything big.

After Shangguan Jiannan's death, he passed it on to Qiu Qianren, but he gradually developed into a behemoth by this person.

There are tens of thousands of elites in the gang, and their power is so powerful that it is no small matter.

This is also the greatest reliance for him to dare to join the Kingdom of Jin and join the struggle to suppress the world.

With high martial arts and strong influence, one will want to fight for wealth and glory...

For a traitor and warrior like Qiu Qianren who has no feelings for family and country, it is actually quite normal to take refuge in Wanyan's family.

……

Leaving aside the power of the Iron Palm Gang, Yang Lin has already seen Qiu Qianren's strength.

Sure enough, he was the one who Wang Chongyang had invited and wanted him to participate in the Huashan Discussion of Swords.

Compared with Wujue, it may be a little worse, but it is definitely not much worse.

The strength of the combat power must be higher than that of the jade girl.

How strong it is, you have to defeat it to know.

Yang Lin took two palms, his heart felt stuffy, his muscles and bones were numb.

The inner strength of the Great Zhou Tian is perfect, and it feels a little bit unsmooth.

He knew that he was completely at a disadvantage in terms of physical fitness and internal strength.

Even with a sword in hand, it cannot be defeated.

fortunately.

When I was in Prince Zhao's Mansion before, it was not without gains.

Leaving aside the acquisition of the second volume of the Nine Yin Manual, it will not be of much use.

However, the martial arts points he got by killing some masters like Ouyang Kemei Chaofeng were by no means a small sum.

The last time he was promoted to Huajin Grandmaster, he had consumed 240 martial arts points, and he still had 38 points left.

Elder Peng of the Beggar Killing Gang got 100 points.

This time, he got 100 points from Peng Lianhu, 90 points from Master Lingzhi, and 85 points from Shenxian old monster Liang Ziweng.

Killing Ouyang Ke got 160 points, and killing Mei Chaofeng got 180 points.

In the end, Yang Kang was abolished and he got 23 points, which is better than nothing.

He now has a total of 776 martial arts points, which is an extremely large and generous number.

Originally, I thought about calming down and breaking through the twelve-storey building of Jinguan Yusuo, but I didn't expect to meet Qiu Qianren here.

The opponent's attacks were fierce, his palm technique was mysterious, and he looked like he couldn't beat him without upgrading to a level.

He retreated as soon as he touched it, and stood firmly on his feet. A little blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his internal organs were shaken.

Even so, he didn't care about it at all, and said silently in his heart, Jingyuan Martial Arts, unsealed.

360 points of martial luck, turned into mysterious and strange energy, poured into the body with a bang.

Yang Lin's body trembled slightly, he took a long breath, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

At this moment, he felt his body screaming for joy, and the long-lost familiar feeling came to his heart again.

At the beginning, I comprehended and laid the foundation step by step in the illusion, integrated martial arts, and then created the peak martial arts of Shaquan Do.

After coming to this world, his strength has been incomplete.