In Lin'an, Lin Qing took the lead, and behind him, Yang Tiexin was also not far away, and followed behind him unhurriedly.

The people who came and went along the way were looking at these two people with complicated eyes, and the looks in their eyes were different, but they were all difficult to understand.

And on this wide road paved with white stones, groups of soldiers are like swords and guns, iron armor is cold, and there is a faint sound of weapons unsheathed, which is quietly surging from the crowd.

The kind of "malice" that was so strong that every tentacle that made himself outward-facing was upright and shouted wildly, Yang Tiexin, who was directly on the carriage, couldn't help but clench the silver gun on the carriage.

But none of this was enough to act as an obstacle to stop Lin Qing from moving forward.

Lin Qing's face did not move, and the sound of horses' hooves trampling on the white stone pavement sounded slowly and unhurriedly on this heavy street. Even if someone stopped in front of him, under Lin Qing's distant demonic gaze, the crowd silently parted, allowing Lin Qing to go out freely.

Yang Tiexin forcibly endured the killing intent that was about to move in his patience, deliberately ignored these malicious intentions that lingered on him, and always followed behind Lin Qing, neither hurried nor slow, and always maintained a fixed distance.

The two walked along the road, one after the other.

Although Lin'an was only selected as the imperial capital a few decades ago, it has to be said that the beauty and beauty of the south of the Yangtze River have already infected this capital with a bit of emperor-like grace, even if it is temporarily regarded as the imperial capital, it will not affect the dignity of the Song Emperor who lives here.

But although Jiangnan City is good, no matter how you look at it, there is a kind of small jasper, and it is difficult to really climb to the top of the elegant hall. Although this Lin'an City has been expanded many times in the past few decades, and the imperial capital has been renovated every year, the feeling of being stingy like a snail shell as a dojo and humble as an abbot's place is still lingering in the hearts of anyone who observes here.

Follow Menqian Avenue all the way to the south, but after a few narrow turns, it will soon turn into Central Street.

And at the end of the central street is the imperial city of the Southern Song Dynasty!

The imperial capital is prosperous, gathering half of the gas of Kyushu here, countless people come here from all over the world every day, and countless businessmen gather hundreds of carts and ships, just like human blood vessels, constantly delivering nutrients to the imperial capital, it is conceivable how prosperous this Lin'an imperial capital should be.

But prosperity and majesty have nothing to do with it, no matter how prosperous and prosperous, the majesty of silence must be maintained around the imperial city.

Ancestral training, there must be no tiles within a hundred zhang of the imperial city. Violators will be killed!

This ancestral teaching, even in the Southern Song Dynasty, is the same!

This is true outside the Imperial Palace, and the central street that connects the inside and outside of the palace is even more silent.

Usually, no one is allowed to approach casually, not to mention that now when Lin Qingma is stepping on the royal road, he is about to trample on the orthodoxy of the Great Song Dynasty and rub it under his feet.

On both sides of the calm imperial road, I don't know how many eyes are looking at this side, paying attention to what is happening here, the imperial capital has not been so lively for a long time since Zhao Gouding the capital, and the imperial capital has not been so shaken for a long time after Yue Wumu was "unnecessary".

"Sure enough, if you want to do something against the sky, you must have the three tribulations of heaven, earth and man come together?"

Lin Qing, who had just entered the royal road, looked up thoughtfully, and his mind seemed to have come into contact with some extremely treacherous existence.

The smile that had only been retracted just now after scolding a group of literati suddenly grinned again.

It seems to be in line with Lin Qing's words, and on the calm sky, the colors are nine colors blurred. The sky was covered with thick, low, white smoke-like clouds.

The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, the dust was falling, the fog was misty, the smoke was blowing, and the eyes could not see the surroundings, as if everything around them was blocked by the white clouds.

And in the area shrouded by this white cloud, a storm of turquoise ice came from all directions irregularly, and was whining and roaring continuously.

Yang Tiexin stretched out his hand, and his slightly rough palm just caught a piece of white falling from the sky.

Feeling the cold touch, the warrior raised his head thoughtfully and saw a few points of crystal light falling in the air: "This August day...... Actually...... Snowing? And has there ever been snow in the South? ”

Yes, the moment Lin Qing stepped into the imperial road of the imperial capital, it snowed.

It's very abrupt.

…… Snowflakes just fell.

The layers of white clouds above the sky, dressed in layers of shackles, generally firmly blocked Lin Qing and Yang Tiexin forward, or blocked all the room for retreat, and they did not see the light of day, and they were cloudy.

And in the violent wind, the falling blue ice was constantly distorted into various shapes in the blizzard, and Yang Tiexin's kung fu had already filled Lin Qing's body in an instant.

His figure was constantly changing, clutching and scattering, as if he had transformed into an infinitely changing blood-stained lone spear, and the spear shook slightly.

Layers of ripples appeared in the air very clearly, and they could even stir up the galloping roar of thousands of troops, even such a rush could not be completely blown away by this blizzard.

The white crystals began to fall non-stop, the temperature in the air dropped rapidly I don't know how many degrees, and the snow was so cold that it seemed to freeze the season.

Vast and overwhelming......

"The path of the illusion of the mind transformed into the true qi is broken!"

Although Yang Tiexin is alone with one person and one gun, he has a majestic momentum that is invincible like thousands of troops, and behind him, there are countless wreckage and broken walls that are twisting and shattering, and there is a bloody battlefield where the corpses of all countries in the world lie for thousands of miles.

The smoke and beliefs, memories, tones and expressions that belonged to the warriors crossed the boundaries of time and space and surged in Yang Tiexin's body.

His eyes were sonorous and powerful, and his tone was firm and unquestionable, as if he had a kind of iron-blooded courage that could only be condensed after countless exercises between life and death, and even the majesty of being able to kill and take away at will!

As soon as the spear swung, the air within a radius of 100 meters was awe-inspiring, raising endless ripples.

Immediately, before the wind and snow in the sky had time, it spread outward under the ripples in this circle, and it actually contracted inward and collapsed under the rotation of Yang Tiexin's silver spear!

It only seemed that in the blink of an eye, none of those wind and snow that could cut the essence and bones and cut the flesh and blood were collapsed alive by a drop of blue ice and snow no more than the size of his thumb, and it did not move on the tip of his silver spear!

"Little Doyle."

Combined with the martial arts of the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion, combined with the heirloom excavated from the ruins of Tianbo Mansion, the true form of martial arts "Lone Spear Silence" that he had just cultivated, and the monstrous power that erupted after combining with the red tasseled silver spear in his hand, was just like a flash in the pan here, and it was enough to completely explode the group of so-called martial arts masters on the surface of this world.

But it's a pity that none of the people who are here to prevent you from entering the palace are those "martial arts masters".

Or in the face of such a battlefield, those people have no possibility of entering this circle at all!

"Really?" A slightly familiar vicissitudes of life called Yang Tiexin seemed to sound behind the layers of white clouds.

All of a sudden, the earth arched like a mountain rising from the ground, but suddenly it seemed to turn into soft silt, and it began to sweep in all directions, and spread rapidly towards the far end!

Under the cover of bizarre and strange white clouds, yellow lotus flowers, which are like dust, began to dance with the dragons and snakes of the land.

In a short time, the terrain of the illusory territory with a radius of hundreds of kilometers was changing again and again, as if it was difficult to fathom.

But at this moment, if you look down from a high place, you will clearly see that the earth is constantly rolling, and there is a giant hand of earth cliff that is known to be huge and friendless to rise from the earth, and every finger of that giant hand is like a small mountain, and when put together, the whole sky can be filled!

And in the "palm" of this giant hand, it was Lin Qing and Yang Tiexin, obviously he wanted to crush these two people from the outside to the inside!

It seems that this is like reversing the terrain and landform, purely pressing the army with immeasurable weight, and it does not reassure the person who is hiding behind the layers of white clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the layers of palaces locked this space, and the white clouds, which could not communicate with the outside world at all, were rubbing and agitating against each other, just like a pot of boiling water, which became as red as the evening smoke!

And the temperature in this area for a moment is from extremely cold to extremely hot, and it is completely a microwave oven with an infinitely higher temperature, and the crimson glow in this "microwave oven" will be used to burn the life in it into gray carbon!

The earth is rising like a giant hand, crushing everything that is in it. The white clouds stirred and rubbed into a red glow, bursting out with unimaginable microwave heat.

And at some point, there were snowflakes floating in the sky again, extremely cold, as if they could freeze everything!

In the higher place, there is a handful of purple-black galaxies hanging upside down, and the stars in the galaxy are dotted, in the fierce collision with each other, it is like a series of stars grinding down, which can crush everything!

At this moment, Lin Qing, who was wrapped in these natural phenomena like a natural phenomenon, was like a turtle in an urn, as if he could only see how that person wanted to concoct them.

"Alas" Lin Qing sighed quietly, his left hand clenched into a fist like a drumstick, and he was already ready to blast through this true qi space.

But he didn't want to be at the moment when he was about to attack, Yang Tiexin had already made the first move.

There was a faint light, diffusing from nothingness, and the trampling sound of countless violent armies cooperating together echoed fiercely in this small space, surrounding Yang Tiexin, invisibly giving it a certain divine majesty.

Seeing this, Lin Qing's eyes flickered, and he smiled, but he took a step back slightly and gave him this battlefield.

In Yang Tiexin's hands, the head of the "lonely gun" that is like an illusion and condensed by the brilliance of his mind is constructed to form layers of complex lines, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, layer by layer of lines spiraling and dancing, and the lines spread, vaguely constructing a vaguely constructed text that is extremely cumbersome, but concise.

Lin Qing glanced at it.

"Silence!"