Facts have proved that it is Qi Lin's poisonous tongue skills that are even greater.

In other words, Qi Lin is less likely to be moved by foreign objects.

This is also normal.

Qi Lin is proud, he is recognized by everyone as the future crown prince, and it is not surprising that he has already booked a totem place.

And Zuoqiu Feipeng is now Chenxing's replacement.

No matter how much love and loyalty there is, it is always unreciprocated, and it is very sad in my heart.

After all, Zuoqiu Feipeng is just a human, not a saint.

So he was angry.

And this is Qi Lin's chance.

Swish!

The sword flashed and passed.

No one could see where Qi Lin pulled out the knife~ from.

No one could see how quickly Qi Lin drew his sword.

When they saw it, they could already hear the sound of swords clashing.

Qi Lin retreated to the same place, his expression was flat, while Zuoqiu Feipeng was slightly sarcastic.

"Think this will shake my mind?"

"As it turns out, you were indeed shaken, which is why you chose to ask me rhetorically." Qi Lin returned lightly.

Zuoqiu Feipeng's tone froze.

"So what? If you're just going to be at this speed, it's wishful thinking to beat me. ”

Zuoqiu Feipeng was able to become a supergiant when he had obvious flaws, and naturally he had his unique ability.

"A person doesn't need to be all-encompassing, he just needs to play his best game."

Zuoqiu Feipeng seemed to be educating Qi Lin, and he also seemed to be talking to himself.

Qi Lin tilted his head, as if listening carefully.

But Zuoqiu Feipeng's face began to change dramatically.

The sword in his hand was faster than his expression.

As soon as the heavy sword moved slightly, he felt a sinking above, and there was another sound of gold and iron clashing between swords.

What stayed in place just now was just an afterimage left by Qi Lin.

Unable to strike a single blow, Qi Lin retreated to the edge of the Jinluan Hall again.

His hands were trembling slightly.

Zuoqiu Feipeng too.

Qi Lin has always had no reservations when he shot, this knife is not so easy to catch.

Zuoqiu Feipeng's eyes were different when he looked at him.

"Good knife technique."

"Naturally, it's a good knife technique." Qi Lin was very confident.

"However, this speed is not enough to deal with me, you need to be a little faster." Zuoqiu Feipeng's tone was proud.

The Chinese Super League is not without a strong man who can beat him with speed alone, Yidi can, Cheetah can, Suzaku can too.

But those are kings.

Among the supergiants, he did not believe that such a person existed.

Qi Lin blinked.

"Coincidentally, I could have been faster."

As soon as the word "some" was exported, Qi Lin's full moon scimitar had already appeared in front of Zuoqiu Feipeng's eyes.

Zuoqiu Feipeng was shocked.

It's really faster.

It's a third faster than just now.

What a horrible young man.

But, he can still cope.

The heavy sword moved slightly to the right, blocking the cyan blade.

Subsequently, Zuoqiu Feipeng pressed down hard.

But Qi Lin didn't continue to collide with his sword.

Instead, he opted for his bare hands.

The right hand clenched into a fist, and with force, the dragon elephant's true qi was filled with it, and Qi Lin threw his arm and hit directly at Zuoqiu Feipeng's heavy sword.

Bang!

There was a dull thud.

Qi Lin's skin opened and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zuoqiu Feipeng was also shocked, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

Lunatic.

There are still people who dare to take their own swords with their bare hands.

Zuoqiu Feipeng couldn't imagine it.

His mind was racing, and the experience of the super giant made him not choose to retreat, but chose to continue to attack.

His experience and pride had told him that Qi Lin must have been injured more seriously than him now.

And that's exactly what happened.

But when his heavy sword was cut down, he suddenly saw a bloody arrow.

The arrows were as sharp as knives, and they went straight to his eyes.

Zuoqiu Feipeng's heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

Qi Lin's killing move is actually here.

Why is he so confident that he will choose to continue to attack, and he will reserve a gap for attacking?

And most importantly, why did he think that he would be able to take his own sword?

Zuoqiu Feipeng thought about a lot of questions in an instant.

But he didn't get an answer, he only knew that he was in a very dangerous situation.

Qi Lin controlled the pace of the battle, although Qi Lin was now much more seriously injured than him.

This is to put oneself to death and then to live.

For a moment, Zuoqiu Feipeng thought that he was fighting the rain master.

How could there be such a wealth of combat experience?

But he knew that the opponent was Qi Lin.

He also knew that if he couldn't react in time, he would capsize in the gutter today.

At the decisive juncture, Zuoqiu Feipeng made a choice that made many people's blood boil later.

He didn't switch to offense.

Instead, he just turned sideways, letting the bloody arrow slash across his cheek and pierce his skin.

The dragon elephant true qi invaded his body, making it difficult for Zuoqiu Feipeng's wound to heal for a while.

It may even be permanently disfigured.

But Zuoqiu Feipeng's eyes did not have a trace of hesitation.

The heavy sword sank as always, slashing directly at Qi Lin's arm.

Chenxing's fans cheered.

Zuoqiu Feipeng's heart sank.

Wrong.

It's a phantom.

See the phantom again.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he felt a crushing pain.

Qi Lin sealed his hands against the back of his heart.

A steady stream of dragon elephant true qi invaded Zuoqiu Feipeng's body, directly hitting his meridians.

Zuoqiu Feipeng instantly fell to his knees.

Basically lost its combat effectiveness.

The moment he fell, he already understood the reason for Qi Lin's victory.

Qi Lin's real killing move was not that blood arrow, not his speed, nor his sword skills.

His real killer move is a combination of illusion and art.

That's enough to confuse the supergiant.

Historically, there has been such a body method, which does not pursue linear speed, nor pursues higher and farther.

It seeks only deception and lethality.

"Illusion Body!"

Kneeling on one knee, Zuoqiu Feipeng spit out four big characters.

This is a body method that once belonged to the Demon Sect, and it has long been lost.

Qi Lin answered his doubts: "The master can copy all the divine skills that I have seen, so it took me a long time to practice this body method. ”

"How long is a long time?" Zuoqiu Feipeng asked a question that he regretted.

Qi Lin: "Half a month." ”

Zuoqiu Feipeng was active in his heart: "Don't stop me, let me die." ”

He fell headlong on the Golden Luan Palace.

stimulated.

Wicked people.

Qi Lin is actually in a bad situation at the moment.

Zuoqiu Feipeng's hard power is above him, and he really doesn't have the talented speed of the Winged Emperor Cheetah, and he quickly realized that he can't beat Zuoqiu Feipeng with speed alone.

So he decisively used another killer feature of his own.

He's best at swordsmanship, but he's not just swordsmanship.

People who come out of the inner rivers and lakes know that victory is the most important thing.

The means are not important.

Qi Lin stood proudly on the spot and accepted the worship of tens of thousands of Aiqing.

In mid-air, his eyes met those of Galeries Lafayette.

The corners of Qi Lin's mouth hooked up an arrogant smile.

Insolent and unruly, it is impossible to live.

You said that with Chenxing, I can't get any results.

Then I'll destroy the galactic battleship you built with my own hands.