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Seeing this kind of attack method beyond the scope of my understanding, it would be a lie to say that I am not curious.

Therefore, Yang Lin just watched helplessly, trying to figure out what kind of hole cards were in the palace of the Kingdom of Jin.

If you don't know anything, you may fall into a big somersault in the future.

Although he had already defeated Qiu Qianren, Yang Lin didn't feel arrogant and invincible, and he didn't feel that he could ignore all the masters in the world.

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win the battle.

Compared to this, Qiu Qianren and Wanyan Honglie who fled to nowhere are not so important.

"die."

Jin Guo Batulu seemed to be irritated by Yang Lin's contempt, blood flashed on his body, and half an inch of red flames rose with a puff.

The wind of the punch was fierce, the black and red energy was as strong as lava fire, with a bang, a foot-long flame rose up, and punched Yang Lin head-on and face-to-face.

Straightforward, explosive, without any twists and turns.

Feeling the oncoming scorching heat and strong impact, Yang Lin smiled, "I'm afraid you have underestimated the Central Plains Martial Arts, and you don't know where your confidence comes from?"

He turned his left hand into a palm, raised it by his side, and without avoiding his palm, faced the raging fire with a fist, and stamped it with a puff.

clatter...

Batulu just let out a muffled grunt, and started from the front of the fist with his right hand, the flames burst into a cloud of mist as if being poured down by ice water.

The black-red fist, from the front of the fist to the shoulder bone, exploded into fine bone powder inch by inch, and the exploded bone broke through the flesh and blood with a whoosh sound.

Amidst the opponent's fierce roar, Yang Lin rushed forward, grabbed his neck and lifted him up, and said coldly, "Where is Wanyan Honglie? How many of you are here?"

"I don't know, I just came to intercept the journey under the order of the national teacher. Tuomut and the others have already left with King Zhao, and only Sandu Lie and I are watching the battle."

"National Division?"

Yang Lin heard this word keenly.

He thought of the Jin Guoguo master Pu Feng he had seen in the illusion, but that was when he entered the illusion of practicing Quanzhen inner strength.

The guy who was three meters tall, covered in patterns, had muscles like iron, and his bones stood out like he was not human.

In that battle, the Loyalty Army paid a huge price, and even the Zhongnan Divine Sword Ye Wentian fell on the spot. Just think about how difficult the opponent is.

Isn't that guy dead?

Could it be that he was rescued in the end.

"Is Pufeng still alive?"

"Haha, if my Shi Pufeng is still alive, how can you people from the Jianghu have a foothold?"

Seeing that Yang Lin didn't mean to spare his life, the man's eyes became fierce again, "Song Dog, don't be complacent, kill Sandu Lie, the Imperial Teacher will not let you go.

Hey, you'd never imagine how much tricks that old guy with all his teeth has. "

Seeing this guy come and go, he is a powerful national teacher, but he didn't say any useful information, Yang Lin pinched his throat bone hard with his fingers, and threw him on the ground.

Looking at the river again, there was no trace of Qiu Qianren entering the water.

"As expected of someone who can make that old urchin Zhou Botong chase him for tens of thousands of miles without killing him. This lightness skill, this ability to escape is simply unrivaled in the world."

Yang Lin secretly slandered, but he wasn't too disappointed.

In general, most of the reasons for being able to severely injure Qiu Qianren with a single sword before were because the opponent was a little careless.

If it was not him who was fighting against him, but the five masters in the world, it was absolutely impossible for him to confront the masters head-on.

As a result, when the situation was not good, it was too late to retreat.

It was also because of the similar difference in strength between the two, even if he encountered a life-and-death crisis, he could still retreat at the last moment and escape immediately with only a few superficial sword wounds.

"If it doesn't damage his bones and cultivation, it will be a disaster after all."

Yang Lin was silent for a while, knowing that he wanted to kill this person completely, but with his current strength, he was still a little weak.

You have to go one step further.

He counted.

From the perspective of pure internal strength cultivation, he is still a long way from Qiu Qianren's realm of breaking through the Ren Meridian and opening up the Governor Meridian.

In terms of the state of a master who is at the pinnacle of national art transformation, compared with the other party, it is also slightly inferior.

Because the quality of power is not as refined as the opponent.

Qi and blood energy can transform physical strength. At this stage, the innate energy is a little weaker than the energy of internal energy.

It may exceed in quantity, but it is not as good in quality.

Yang Linneng was slightly better, and even though he was slightly inferior in both aspects, he finally won the battle.

In fact, it was because he fused the energy of qi and blood with the cultivation base of inner qi. After the combination of the two, it was far superior in quantity and not far behind in quality.

When you fight again, it's like a pile of bricks, which can still break a stone after all.

It's not that his realm is higher than Qiu Qianren's.

When Qiu Qianren reacted, relying on the world's unparalleled lightness kung fu and the exquisite and mysterious yin and yang iron palms to fight guerrilla warfare around him, even if he couldn't win, he would never lose.

In other words, as long as Yang Lin doesn't find an opportunity to gather Qi, blood and internal energy for a blow, he has plenty of ways to survive.

And, find an opportunity to counterattack.

He believed that Qiu Qianren would be able to react to this problem soon.

After gaining the experience of fighting against a master like himself, he no longer has to think about taking advantage of the opponent's panic and grasping the weakness to kill with one blow.

……

On a low mountain in the distance, surrounded by armored soldiers holding long knives and hard crossbows, a middle-aged man in a strange dress and a high hat suddenly turned around, with a hint of sadness in his blue eyes, "Sandu Lie died."

Wanyan Honglie was startled when he heard the words, and squeezed his fists hard.

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Since Sandu Lie, the priest of Duanhou, is dead, presumably, the Qiye Batulu Sadaya who accompanied him in the ambush must also be dead.

"For today's kindness, Xiao Wang will personally go to thank the national teacher for his great kindness and righteousness."

Wanyan Honglie stabilized his mind and bowed cautiously.

The middle-aged man turned his head and grinned, stretched out his hand to stop Wanyan Honglie's salute, and said with a smile: "The national teacher is old, seeing that the body is about to return to nature, transforming all things, and the soul will also be reincarnated.

I don't care much about these vain things for a long time, and I don't care much about your thanks.

However, what the national teacher never forgets is the future of the Dajin Kingdom.

It is natural and difficult for everything to decline after it flourishes.

Although he accepted it in his heart, he also had some regrets... He hoped that there would be some talents in the clan, and it would be best if they could renew Da Jin's life, reform the old customs, and turn the tide of decline.

Zhao Wang is now highly valued by everyone, so he must be cautious on weekdays.

Don't the Song people have a good saying?The son of a daughter, who can't sit still, gets mixed up with these people from the rivers and lakes, and eventually loses his bearing. "

"Master Tuomute's words are very true, Xiao Wang saves it."

Wanyan Honglie didn't seem to mind at all, and accepted the other party's advice humbly, or maybe it was advice.

He didn't dare not listen.

Whether it is now or in the future.

The power in the palace is crucial, and it is related to whether he can go further.

It is also related to whether he can really revive the golden country's century-old plan.

Watching Tuomut lead the group of Baturu away, Wanyan Honglie pondered for a long time before asking: "How is the situation?"

A figure appeared beside him, and he replied with a pale face: "Guangzhu Qiu was injured and defeated, escaped by taking advantage of the water, and now he is missing, he should have hid somewhere to recover from his injuries.

As far as I know about this person, he will not show up until his injury is fully recovered. "

"Crafty and cunning." Wanyan Honglie muttered in a low voice, but there was nothing he could do.

There were no expert guards around him at this time, and he felt extremely cold at this moment.

I'm afraid that some master from the Song Dynasty will find his hiding place and rush over.

It's totally insecure.

"Where is Mr. Ouyang? The news hasn't come yet?"

Then, Wanyan Honglie thought of another thing, and his uncontrollable headache was about to split.

That Mr. Ouyang has such a great reputation and strength that he can certainly terrify the world.

However, I don't know if he can bear the reality of his nephew being beaten into a pulp with a palm?

If he knew the news, would he blame himself?

"Send someone to find him first, and tell him what happened tonight, and don't hide anything.

At the same time, praising Dalu Guanying's martial arts practice aroused his hatred and competitive spirit...

Just to say, just to say, the king's wife and son also died in that battle. "

Wanyan Honglie felt extremely heavy.

took a long sigh.

This time, it's not acting.

But really sad and lost.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Ouyang has actually arrived in the Central Plains a long time ago. Just now there is news that someone from Chongyang Palace broke into the palace.

Tan Chuduan, the eldest son of Quanzhen Seven Sons, was struck to death by someone's palm, and his internal organs were all shattered.At the same time, five third-generation disciples died...

Moreover, on the same day, a battle broke out at the Tomb of the Living Dead not far from Chongyang Palace.

Half of the broken dragon stone fell, and someone fled with injuries.

According to the spies' analysis, the person who broke into the palace and fought was suspected to be Mr. Ouyang. "

"Unexpectedly, he still couldn't forget the Nine Yin Manual."

Wanyan Honglie was overjoyed at first, and then distressed.

Dealing with Quanzhen Sect King Chuyi today caused such a big commotion, he was so destitute that he didn't even dare to stay in his old nest, and fled to the barren mountains in embarrassment.

But he didn't expect that Ouyang Feng killed one of the Quanzhen Seven Sons directly, how much trouble would it cause?

However, that's fine, anyway, the situation is irreconcilable, and it is impossible for him to let go of today's hatred and forget the shame of being chased and killed.

Do two things together, first find a way to deal with Taihu Guiyunzhuang, and then talk about other things.

Otherwise, with such a powerful master staring at him all day long, he would never even think about doing anything.

"Spread the net widely, search everywhere, and find Mr. Ouyang and Chief Qiu as soon as possible. This matter cannot be delayed any longer."

With calm eyes, Wanyan Honglie said coldly.

"Yes."

The man in black beside him responded softly, and with a flick of his figure, he disappeared into the shadows.

……

When Yang Lin returned to the city.

He saw Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji hurried over.

Seeing that Yang Lin was unharmed, he let out a long breath.

Qiu Chuji's temperament was like a raging fire, even though he was panting a little at this time, his fighting spirit was still undiminished, "The iron palm is floating on the water, but he escaped?

Unexpectedly, even this person joined the Jin Kingdom and became a traitor, what a pity.

It's a pity that I don't have enough foot strength to catch up, otherwise, I wouldn't let him come and go so calmly. "

"Junior brother, you'd better change your temper... Qiu Qianren is extremely powerful in martial arts, and his pair of iron palms are famous in Sanxiang, but he is qualified to conduct a sword debate in Huashan.

Our senior brothers went up, unless the seven people besieged and set up formations, otherwise, there was nothing we could do about him. "

Ma Yu said something to Qiu Chuji, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't say much about his vigorous fighting spirit, he just smiled gratifiedly and said, "Nephew Lu, this sword technique is really ingenious, it can integrate Qi, blood and internal strength into one." Furnace, condensing emptiness into reality, must have touched the doorway of innate skills."

When he said this, he was thoughtful, obviously remembering some past events.