The wind was blowing, and the heavy smell of blood swept into everyone's nose.

There was only the wind on the field, and no one dared to speak. The row of people closest to Ning Qinglian splattered a few drops of blood on their faces, and they flew back a few steps under their feet. A heart pounded like a drum.

I've seen killing, but I've never seen such a crisp killing.

The style of that sword is terrifying.

It's hard to imagine that killing someone in her hands is such a simple and easy thing, like killing a chicken.

Hu Wei's blood gradually flowed out of the bloody hole in his throat, seeping into the soil in the ravine, and there was a shocking red in the moonlight.

At this moment, in the eyes of many people, the meaning of this ravine is the death line.

Ning Qinglian stopped talking.

Holding the sword, facing everyone.

This scene, in Wang Bowen's eyes, he felt that this was like an invincible female general.

Liu Xiaoxiao quietly squeezed Wang Bowen's hand, as a girl who had just come out of the college campus, she had never seen such a murderous scene in her life.

Is this still the beautiful and gentle Sister Ning?

"Hey, the word love makes people become Buddhas, and let Buddhas become demons." Songhe Dao sighed, his voice very low.

……

an hour.

Two hours.

Time is like sand between the fingers, and it leaks through before you know it.

Sleepless nights.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, someone finally couldn't help it and retreated from the woods.

After all, curiosity is curiosity, because curiosity costs one's life, it's not worth it.

In the middle of the crowd, Bai Xiaofeng stared at Ning Qinglian intently, looked at it for a while, and then turned his head to look at Uncle Bai beside him, with a faint hint of expectation in his eyes.

This woman is strong though. But in her opinion, she is definitely not Uncle Bai's opponent.

Uncle Bai closed his eyes and stood in place like a wooden stake.

It's just that through the white snake that has been released a long time ago, he sees many things that others can't see.

In a tuft of grass not far from Wang Zhong, the little snake was cautiously lurking in the dirt, motionless, with two eyes the size of soybeans, staring at Wang Zhong.

This snake has a nice name, Shadowless.

The Shadowless Snake grows deep in the snowy mountains. Non-toxic, feeding on cold jade, the biggest ability is to come and go without a trace, and is the best spy.

After being practiced by Uncle Bai with the Bai family's special snake training method, it is Uncle Bai's eyes.

Through the eyes of the Shadowless Snake, Uncle Bai saw Wang Zhong, saw Wang Zhong's fist, and saw the qi surrounding Wang Zhong's body.

He felt an aura in a blur. The incomparably powerful aura is probably the legendary grandmaster's bearing.

Such an aura made Uncle Bai have an instinctive urge to kneel on the spot. I want to bow and worship.

It seems that Wang Zhong, who is boxing, is an emperor who is high up and can decide life and death with one word. And all of them are his courtiers.

This feeling made Uncle Bai very uncomfortable.

His brows furrowed slightly, quietly sensing the flaws in Wang Zhong's aura.

Wait.

Right now. It's not the best chance to make a move.

……

When the first rays of dawn shone on the earth, a soft groan suddenly sounded in the woods.

The clear voice was filled with a burst of vitality, and the eardrums of the people who shook were numb.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a young man dressed in white slowly walking out.

In the early morning sun, his whole body seemed to be covered with a faint golden light, an angular face, with a natural smile, he raised his head high, and walked to the front of the crowd like a noble emperor inspecting the territory.

"Ning Qinglian, I have heard of a big name for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really unusual."

"My name is Qin Junlin."

Ning Qinglian opened her eyes, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said softly, "Qin family? ”

"Exactly." Qin Junlin said proudly.

Ning Qinglian was silent for a moment, "It is said that you are a once-in-a-century genius?" ”

Qin Junlin smiled indifferently, "Please remove the two words that are said." ”

There was a whisper of discussion in the crowd.

Qin Junlin.

This name is really thunderous.

Li Bai Fangqin is one of the top four families in China, with a thousand-year-old heritage, profound heritage, and talented disciples are also endless, and when he was young, he was already famous.

On the one hand, his own qualifications are really excellent, and on the other hand, he is also vigorously cultivated by his family.

However, Qin Junlin is an outlier.

Qin Junlin's life experience can be called tragic, it is almost like a story in a novel.

His mother is an ordinary woman, and his father is a high-ranking member of the Qin family, and after living together for a period of time, his father drifted away, which can be regarded as a modern version of Chen Shimei.

And Qin Junlin's mother raised him alone, and it was not until he was ten years old that he finally left.

Five years later, Qin Junlin appeared out of nowhere, and at the age of fifteen, he went to Qin's house alone.

injured countless people in the Qin family.

One person, two fists, no one can stop it.

After that, he did something that made everyone's eyes fall to the ground.

He challenged his father.

And, kill him with your own hands.

And after killing his father, he seemed to have defeated the demon that had been troubled for a long time, and entered some kind of wonderful realm on the spot, alarming the ancestor of the Qin family.

The ancestor of the Qin family personally came forward and asked him to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Kill your father and preach.

Such a thing is simply unheard of in thousands of years of Chinese history, but Qin Junlin really did it.

However, no one dared to say anything. Even the Qin family doesn't pursue it, what do outsiders have to say?

It is estimated that many families will be this choice.

No one can bear such a genius.

……

After staring at Qin Junlin for a while, a slight arc appeared at the corner of Ning Qinglian's mouth, but this smile was not appreciation, but mockery, and said softly, "Genius? If you are a once-in-a-century genius? So what is he? ”

The crowd was talking again, and some people's eyes were shining.

There's a good show to watch.

There is no doubt that he is in Ning Qinglian's mouth. Naturally, it was the boy who practiced boxing by the river.

To be honest, although Qin Junlin was also a genius enough, compared to the young man who had become a martial arts master in his twenties, it was really the gap between Fluorescence and Haoyue.

Qin Junlin's face suddenly froze.

The fluttering words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into his heart.

Taking a step forward suddenly, Qin Junlin said loudly, "He? When he becomes a grandmaster, I will have to fight him after all! ”

After speaking, he had already crossed the "line of life and death". Facing the morning sun, he stared at Ning Qinglian intently, slowly tore off a strip of clothes, and wrapped his fist around it.

"My generation of martial artists, when the mind is like steel, the heart is like iron, and there is no fear in the heart, can the spirit be exhausted, if you can't even cross a shallow line. How can we talk about crossing the line in our hearts and cultivating for progress? ”

Qin Junlin said slowly.

The voice was clear, and it spread far away. The syllables like a bell and a drum hit everyone's heart.

Qin Junlin: This is educating people.

At his age. To do such a thing is a bit too pretending to be too arrogant.

However, hearing this, the warrior on the other side of the ravine. Some lowered their heads, others pondered.

In the world of martial artists, old age doesn't work.

Speak with your fists.

Qin Junlin is famous. What he said naturally carried a lot of weight.

A cold light flashed in Ning Qinglian's eyes, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

It turned out that this was the way of Qin Junlin - fearless.

Even his father can be killed, and any stone that stands in his way of martial arts, he can break it with one punch and stride forward.

"You shouldn't have come." Ning Qinglian sighed lightly, her head full of green silk was windless, floating behind her head, and at the same time, the sword in her hand was horizontal to her chest, pinching a sword trick.

"Since you're here, let's die."

As soon as the voice fell, a sword stabbed out, and the tip of the sword trembled rapidly in the air, like a lotus flower opening up one by one, and the fierce sword qi showed an overwhelming momentum, rolling towards Qin Junlin.

This is a trick in the song of Qinglian Dao, receiving the lotus leaves.

The sword moves in the Qinglian Dao song are not only light and agile, but each move has an extremely good name. For example, this trick is an allusion to the sentence "Receiving the Lotus Leaf Infinite Blue".

A sword out, the back momentum is endless, such as the lotus flowers blooming in the pond, and the weather is thousands.

Qin Junlin is not comparable to Hu Wei and his ilk, as soon as Ning Qinglian came up, he came up with a trick, and he must be cut under the sword in the shortest possible time to shock everyone.

Qin Junlin's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.

The sword light of this move flickered, and the sword light reflected the sunlight, which made his heart sway and he was restless.

After closing his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and the trajectory of the tip of the sword was determined by the sound, and then, like a tiger descending from the mountain, he suddenly punched out.

Bite.

A crisp sound.

It was the fist and the tip of the sword that collided together.

A hint of surprise quietly appeared on Ning Qinglian's face, only to realize that he was wearing a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings, pure white gloves, faintly flashing with golden light.

It was this glove that blocked his sword.

Otherwise, Qin Junlin's palm would have been pierced by a sword.

"Heavenly gloves? It's really willing. Someone exclaimed.

"What are Heavenly Gloves?"

"The personal weapon of the ancestor of the Qin family, the symbol of the head of the Qin family."

"It is said to be something left by the Mo family sages in the era of the hundred schools of thought, invulnerable and unparalleled in toughness."

"It seems that the next generation of the head of the Qin family is him."

……

Hearing the sound in the crowd, a faint smile appeared on Qin Junlin's face.

He had a rough fate when he was young, and he suffered a lot, and after he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, he always hid at home to cultivate and rarely went out.

What he desires most now is fame and preparation for his succession as head of the family.

Just like those heads of state who are facing the general election, they must do everything they can to publicize, create public opinion, and increase exposure.

"Ning Qinglian, your sword is nothing more than that!" Taking a deep breath and shouting, Qin Junlin began to fight back.

His feet were winding, swimming like a spiritual snake, and his two fists were crossed in front of his chest, as if he was about to strike a thunderous blow in the next second.

Ning Qinglian frowned slightly.

To be honest, this person is very difficult to entangle.

Even if he can defeat him, it will consume his own internal qi. It's also huge.

It was a pyrrhic victory.

Besides, there are so many people behind him, once his combat effectiveness declines, the consequences will no longer be under control.

Gritting her teeth, Ning Qinglian suddenly made a decision in her heart.

Raise the sword again and rush forward, one move and one style, all of them are desperate roads, and they are extremely ruthless.

Qin Junlin relied on the defense of the Heavenly Gloves, although he was at a disadvantage. But there was no major danger.

Instead, he waited quietly for his opportunity, like a clever hunter hunting snakes, ready to catch the flaw and grasp the tip of the light sword in his hand.

With heavenly gloves, it's not that hard.

The two fought together, the battle situation was stalemate, and the people watching it were shocked, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Ning Qinglian's sword. Fast, accurate, ruthless, like a storm. It didn't stop for a moment, and Qin Junlin's fist was as steady as Mount Tai, and it was always intolerable. can accurately block the tip of the sword.

Such a battle is really enviable.

Time passed quietly for more than ten minutes, and both of them were a little out of breath. Beads of sweat crept out of his forehead.

Ning Qinglian's face was red, her hair was full of green silk, and a few strands of naughty hair were stuck to her forehead by sweat, looking a little embarrassed, but she also had a different kind of beauty, as if she had just experienced a joy of fish and water, which made people think about it.

Suddenly, a small flaw appeared in Ning Qinglian's sword move, and the trembling tip of the sword had a momentary stagnation.

This is the time!

Qin Junlin suddenly moved.

One grabbed the long sword, his five fingers clenched tightly, and he exhaled, and the muscles of his arm bulged high.

Airplanes......

The blade of the sword was broken in two.

It was cut off by him.

Qin Junlin laughed.

It's just that, in the next second, his voice suddenly stopped.

I saw that in Ning Qinglian's hand, it was a small sword that was half shorter than the previous sword.

And now, the tip of the sword, is stuck in his chest.

"You ......" There was a bloody hole in his chest, Qin Junlin breathed hard, and with every breath, he felt a heart-rending pain.

Brush!

Blood splattered.

Ning Qinglian pulled out her short sword, slowly took out a white handkerchief from her arms, and wiped the blood on the sword, "I said, you shouldn't come." ”

Qin Junlin slowly fell to the ground.

"A sword within a sword!" It was only then that someone shouted out.

"It's a sword in a sword, how is it possible?"

"Isn't this forging craft lost a long time ago?"

Ning Qinglian glanced at him and said coldly, "Shut up!" ”

The man suddenly did not dare to speak.

After killing Qin Junlin, Ning Qinglian's ferocity had reached its peak for a while, and no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

Standing there quietly, Ning Qinglian let out a long sigh of relief, and also felt a little lucky.

She had long expected that among the enemies who came this time, there would definitely be first-class powerhouses, so she forcibly used the forbidden method to forcibly increase her cultivation by a large margin.

But even so, he can only fight with Qin Junlin, and even, with the passage of time, the woman is weak after all, and it is very likely that she will lose to him.

In the end, he was able to defeat him, but he still took advantage of the weapon.

A sword within a sword.

To be precise, this is not the method in the Qinglian Dao Song, but from the previous master of the Qinglian Dao Song - the poet immortal Li Bai.

Li Bai likes to travel in the mountains and rivers, and likes to write poems, but he is a lazy character, and when he travels in the mountains and rivers, he will not take a book boy or a book basket like other poets.

He only carried a sword.

But once the inspiration bursts out, when you want to write a poem, you can't carve it on the stone without the tools at hand, right?

After thinking about it, I really came up with a way for him.

He found someone to create a hollow sword, with a brush hidden in the scabbard and a paper scroll hidden in the sword body, which was very convenient.

When Ning Qinglian saw this paragraph in the classics of Qinglian Dao Song, she couldn't help but be a little funny.

Shixian Li Bai is really a second person.

Later, she was inspired by this and specially asked the master to build such a sword for herself.

The sword body was still hollow, but it was not to hide the paper scroll, but to hide another small sword in case of emergency.

Now, it's finally coming in handy.

A generation of heavenly pride, the talented Qin Junlin, was caught off guard, his heart was directly pierced, and the possibility of surviving was infinitely close to zero.

There was silence again.

Qin Junlin's death was incomparably shocking to this group of people.

Watching the battle just now, everyone could see that his martial arts cultivation was definitely a first-class master.

Although, there was a certain element of accident in his death, but who can be sure that apart from the sword within the sword, Ning Qinglian had no other strange tricks?

This woman, cunning, ferocious, powerful, is not so easy to mess with.

For a while, many people had the idea of retreating in their hearts.

Even if you don't want to go, you probably give up the idea of crossing this line in your heart, be honest, watch the play with peace of mind, and wait for another strong person to come forward.

Of course, there are people with ulterior motives in the crowd.

Such as Bai Xiaofeng.

At this time, his heart was cold.

He knew very well about his catties, if he fought with Qin Junlin, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Seeing Qin Jun dying, he had a faint joy in his heart, but this joy turned into nothing in an instant.

Looking at Ning Qinglian's desperate posture, she would rather expose the sword in the sword than defend Wang Zhong, maybe the two of them ...... Already......

One Wang Zhong is difficult enough to deal with, it is simply exhausting.

plus a Ning Qinglian, and let people live?

"Uncle Bai, what should I do?" Thinking of this, Bai Xiaofeng asked in a low voice.

Uncle Bai shook his head slowly, his face full of solemnity.

Wait.

It's not time yet.

……

In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, a man in a Tang costume had a faint wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Su Mutian.

He has a simple disguise on his face, his hair is a little yellow, and he has a mustache, which looks like a big man who has been attacked by wind and sand all year round.

The reason why he smiled bitterly was naturally because of Ning Qinglian.

Since learning of Wang Zhong's identity, Su Mutian no longer objected to his daughter's dealings with Wang Zhong, but vigorously supported them.

was previously because of Wang Zhong's identity, but as he got to know Wang Zhong more and more, he became more and more optimistic about the future of this young man.

After all, the Su family only has Su Yanan, a daughter, and her personality is not suitable to be the helmsman of a big family.

If Wang Zhong can be recruited as the Su family's fast son-in-law, it will definitely be a wonderful thing.

Later, Wang Zhong was chased and killed by the Bai family, and Su Mutian also knew about this.

There was only one judgment in his heart, the Bai family was going to be unlucky this time.

Sure enough, there was a lot of movement, and even spent 100 million US dollars, but in the end, no news came out at all.

You don't have to guess to know that it must have failed.

Therefore, after getting the news of Wang Zhong, he couldn't wait to rush over here.

However, now that he saw Ning Qinglian, he was a little anxious in his heart, he was anxious for his daughter.

This woman is too strong.

And, looking at her appearance, she and Wang Zhong ......

"Hey......"

Su Mutian sighed. (To be continued......)