Qian Jiang's speed was even faster, and he attacked wantonly on Yun Wuji's body, although there was no damage, but Yun Wuji's face was blue because of his anger, and there were more flaws in his attacks.

Qian Jiang found an opportunity, snatched his sword away, and then quickly cut off his crown with double swords, in Yun Wuxi's panic, Qian Jiang kicked him out of the ring, and then in Yun Wuxi's desperate eyes, Qian Jiang picked up the shadow sword and slammed it into Yun Wuxi's sword.

Yun Wuxi's accessories were broken into two, Qian Jiang threw the broken sword over in disapproval, and said to him, "Take your sword and roll." Yun Wuxian pounced as if he was crazy, Qian Jiang kicked it again without hesitation, and then said to Yun Wuxi: "You are still entangled in failure, according to the rules, you will be disqualified." ”

When Yun Wuxian heard this, he recovered his senses, and he said to Qian Jiang hatefully: "Qian Jiang, we will not die. When Qian Jiang heard this, his expression was cold and said to Yun Wuxi: "Is it? So how about we leave a state of life and death now?" ”

Jiang Yueyin also laughed, Yun Wuxian heard this laughter, felt a burst of humiliation, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely get back his face.

Qian Jiang always felt happy walking on the road, this time he finally took a bad breath, Jiang Yueyin looked at his face, and said to Qian Jiang: "Brother Qian, do you feel very happy?" Qian Jiang nodded and said to Jiang Yueyin: "Yes, this person is really too despicable, this time it is really a bad breath." ”

Jiang Yueyin said with a smile: "Tomorrow is Brother Qian, your last game, there are still three games left, even if the election is over, this time flies so fast." Qian Jiang understood the hidden meaning of these words, and he said to Jiang Yueyin, "Don't worry too much, we will be together for half a month." Jiang Yueyin nodded and said to Qian Jiang: "Well, when the time comes, we will definitely travel around and see the scenery of various countries." ”

When Qian Jiang heard this, a certain string in his heart was touched, and he gently hugged Jiang Yueyin, Jiang Yueyin was like a shy rabbit, she didn't know what to do, and her heartbeat accelerated a lot. But soon listening to Qian Jiang's heartbeat, as well as the sense of security coming from Qian Jiang's majestic chest, Jiang Yueyin quickly calmed down, and she quietly snuggled in Qian Jiang's arms, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Qian Jiang hugged once, then let go of his hand, Jiang Yueyin reluctantly left Qian Jiang's arms, the two returned to their rooms in silence, Qian Jiang returned to his room, reminiscing about the feeling just now, and this feeling made him very curious, he seemed to have had it, but he forgot. Qian Jiang thought about it for a long time but still didn't think about it, and could only guess that this was how he felt when he hugged his wife, Qian Jiang put aside these miscellaneous thoughts, and then continued to cultivate.

The next day, he arrived at the competition venue and found that Ling Feifan had already arrived there, Ling Feifan looked at Qian Jiang and said: "Senior Brother Qian, you are here, today is your last game Ling Feifan looked at Qian Jiang and said: "Senior Brother Qian, you are here, today is your last game." Qian Jiang nodded, and then said to Ling Feifan: "I hope that Senior Brother, you can give full play to your strength this time, and let me have a good fight." Ling Feifan shook his head and said: "You don't need Senior Brother Qian, you say that I will too, our victory depends on our respective victories, I hope I won't regret it." ”

Qian Jiang stood in the ring, and then Ling Feifan also stood up, before the game began, the emperor and a middle-aged official came to watch, Qian Jiang found that Ling Feifan looked at the official very uncomfortably, Qian Jiang didn't ask much, closed his eyes, when the game began, Ling Feifan began to attack, the sword moves were sharp, compared with him before, it seemed to be a different person. Qian Jiang looked at Ling Feifan's complicated sword moves, so he resorted to the four-elephant swordsmanship, with complex against complicated, both of them have many false moves and few real moves, and they are pleasing to the eye when they fight.

When the emperor saw this sword technique, he said to the officials next to him, "Ling Lang is going to be defeated under this four-elephant sword technique." Ling Dazai looked at the emperor respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, if the old minister is not mistaken, this four-elephant sword technique should be hidden deep in the Great Inner Palace, why did this Li Shan disciple learn it." The emperor smiled and said: "I don't know this anymore, so I asked Qiu Taibao to investigate, you are proficient in the world's swordsmanship, you see how hot he is with the Four Elephants swordsmanship?"

Ling Dazai looked at it and said respectfully to the emperor: "He has completely eaten this sword technique, he was in the four elephants just now, and the next move is the anti-four elephants, and it is purely normal for the dog to lose in his hands." When the emperor heard this, he asked again, "Judging from your experience, how long has this man been learning swordsmanship?" ”

Ling Dazai looked at it for a moment and said to the emperor: "At least more than ten years, even if you are talented, it has been more than five years." After the emperor heard this, it has been more than five years since he counted the words of his talents. When the emperor heard this, he let out a soft oh, and then did not say much. Qian Jiang looked at Ling Feifan's sweaty appearance, and understood Ling Feifan's feelings very well in his heart, when he used this sword technique in the face of Tianluo Zhenren, he was also like Ling Feifan.

There are too many changes in this swordsmanship, like a fishing net, it will surround people heavily, if you can't break out of the net, it will only become more and more uncomfortable, Qian Jiang's sword circle continues to shrink, and every inch that Qian Jiang shrinks, the depression in Ling Feifan's heart increases by one point. After a while, when it was time to reach Ling Feifan's psychological limit, Ling Feifan's eyes were red, and he shouted, moving his whole body True Yuan to prepare to break through this sword net. Qian Jiang swung the fire sword in his hand with all his strength and blocked Ling Feifan, only to hear a thumping sound, Ling Feifan still stayed in place, he could only say helplessly: "I lost." Qian Jiang put his sword back into the sheath and said to him: "Your strength is very strong, if it weren't for my luck, I might not be able to defeat you." Ling Feifan said with a smile: "It's my honor to be defeated in your hands, you are really a very strong opponent." ”

Qian Jiang looked at him with a smile, didn't say anything, and walked off the ring, Jiang Yueyin quickly ran over, hugged Qian Jiang and said, "Young Master Qian, congratulations on becoming a Tianqing monk." Qian Jiang smiled slightly and said, "You are also a Kunning monk." ”

Jiang Yueyin said with a smile: "As long as I can be with you, Brother Qian, even if I don't have a ranking, I don't care about it, the only important thing in my heart is you." Qian Jiang didn't expect Jiang Yueyin to confess in public like this, gently stroked Jiang Yueyin's hair, and said next to her ear: "I like you too." ”