Since the emperor has made his position clear, then no one should pay attention to a young man, even if this young man has unknowingly had some influence in the temples, rivers and lakes, mountains and mountains, not to mention, Li Jinglan is almost equivalent to being imprisoned in the Great Qin Academy.

This is a long-planned assassination, not only involving the formation and qi convergence, but more importantly, Li Jinglan has just received a spy report from outside the Saiwai, so he is a little confused in his heart, even the disciples of the academy can see that the little master is distracted, and the autumn leaves have not been brushed away when they fall on his head. I could see that he was in a bad mood. Moreover, it is counted as the time when Yuan Xiaofei went out to buy vegetables.

The formation erupted the moment he stepped into the campus, isolating and cutting off the Tianji Pavilion in the capital, Qin Tianjian's search for the qi machine, and the cultivation of the person who set up the formation must be above Li Jinglan in order to do it.

The moment Li Jinglan walked into the small courtyard, his body froze, but it was too late, so he did not hesitate to punch his right chest, a very heavy punch, and the fist fell and heard the sound of hard objects shattering, but it was obviously not a broken rib.

Then he began to charge, towards the hut, as fast as he could.

A sword shadow brushed his back, the sword light was very bright, and even the entire courtyard was obviously brightened, Li Jinglan didn't care about this, and crashed into the house.

Li Jinglan rushed into the house, closed the door with a flick of his hand, the silver light came again, the door broke, Li Jinglan rushed into the inner room, the sword light followed like a shadow, the wall broke, Li Jinglan stopped suddenly, a bookshelf was broken, and the chaotic pages flew all over the sky, Li Jinglan picked up the knife, drew the knife, flew back, in one go, a knife slashed at the tip of the sword, and then the body was hit hard, smashed the wall, and fell out of the house.

The horizontal knife stacked out a dense sword shadow, extending behind him, cutting, and the sword shadow was connected into a line, wanting to cut off the sword qi chasing behind him inch by inch. The sword qi is like an arrow piercing through the layers of hemp, and it is like a broken bamboo in the illusory and substantial sword light.

Li Jinglan understood from the beginning that since it was a killing game, the enemy must have figured out his bottom clearly, and from the short confrontation, he saw that the other party was by no means a person who was arrogant and careless. Moreover, the other party has not shown up until now. That's troublesome.

It is not difficult to set up a formation to shield the heavenly machine in the capital division, the difficult thing is how long it can be hidden, especially in a place like the academy, both the assassin and Li Jinglan deeply understand this, so the battle is white-hot from the beginning, and it won't take long for Ouchi's worship to know that the distance of several miles is almost instantaneous. There is no doubt that both men will need to race against the clock.

The blade and the sword qi collided again, and Li Jinglan was blown away again, although he realized the finger mystic technique of a sword in the rain, but for Li Jinglan, the time to step into the finger mystical realm was too short, and the finger mystical technique was not deeply understood, which was still his shortcoming.

The quick judgment of the gap in strength made him have to repeatedly cast the Immortal Eighteen Beats and the Rain First-Line Sword, trying his best to reduce the number of collisions with the sword qi, but this was obviously not the best way, his internal breath was weakening at a high speed like a big river breaking through the embankment, and cracks began to appear on the blade surface of the horizontal knife.

How to change this passive status quo?

The level of the realm determines the length of a qi, and it is difficult to avoid the monitoring of Qin Tianjian in the realm of celestial phenomena, the other party is obviously the pinnacle of the old finger Xuan, and the length of a qi is not known how many times stronger than him, Li Jinglan decided to take some risks. So when he was knocked away by the sword qi for the third time, he shouted: "Wind Knife Mountain!"

The endless sword qi suddenly stagnated for a moment.

No one in Daqin would kill him at such a time, the first is that it is difficult to be seamless, and the second is that there is no need to block the emperor at this time, then there is only one answer, the assassin is not from the Central Plains at all, but from the revenge of Beicang, who was played by Li Yundao again and again.

Li Jinglan hadn't spoken before, because he had seen through the killing situation, there was no time to waste, and there was no point in speaking, it would only make his breath more disordered.

But when he found out about this flaw, he shouted without hesitation. Subsequently, he didn't care if it was useful or not, but it was his unfazed and calm and thoughtful analysis that earned him a glimmer of life.

He was right! The other party was surprised that he could quickly determine his identity in such an emergency situation.

But at the same time, it also aroused the strongest killing intent of the other party.

The sword light then flourished, and the cold sword qi shattered the branches and leaves of the big locust tree in the courtyard, like a strong wind rolling autumn leaves. Knocked over half of the hut.

Li Jinglan sighed, where will Xiaohuan sleep tonight?

He is a little angry, usually when he is angry, he will be desperate, when he is desperate, he will forget all the plans, the eighteen beats of the immortal who is as dense as rain will become "the opening of the mountain", Li Jinglan broke the kettle, regardless of the difference in strength, one move will decide the winner, life and death.

The big locust tree trembled violently, but the sword light was very disdainful, and even a little happy to let out a cheerful sword sound.

"Zheng", the swords collided, and the big sound only made a crisp sound, and the iron pieces that were shattered and splashed by the horizontal knives made a screaming sound in the air. Li Jinglan was like being struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, hitting the formation barrier heavily, and it was another mouthful of blood.

Whether it is guerrilla warfare in the past or positional warfare today, the huge gap in strength cannot be made up for by fearless fighting spirit and courage to die. It's like a child desperately beating an adult.

The autumn wind was bleak, Li Jinglan's heart was cold, and when all the calculations were overturned by a slap in front of his strength, his heart sank. But that doesn't mean he's afraid, it's not a battlefield, and he can't breathe a sigh of relief without plunging into the pile of dead.

Li Jinglan stepped on the yin and yang, lost the horizontal knife of both hands into fists, and put on a boxing fight, which was born from Lu Dingxiu's boxing pile and his own idea of fighting flesh and blood before the battle array.

Iron cavalry chisel formation, indomitable.

This is the military order of the Great Qin Xuanjia Army.

At the time of life and death, Li Jinglan didn't think about anything else, but still charged.

The sword light shot out, just like the cold and hard rocks of Fengdao Mountain, and there was no relaxation in the slightest, and the first item to remember in the fox hunter's mind was "careless rabbit can kick the eagle, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his might".

The sword light that pierced through the shadow of the fist reached the chest, a thin finger appeared out of thin air, flicked on the tip of the sword, the sword body shook and withdrew a foot, the withered finger flicked again, and the left side of the back of the house let out a muffled snort, and the flying sword let out a scream and swept rapidly.

"Beicang wild dog, dare to be presumptuous in my Daqin Academy!"

A green robe followed like a shadow, flicking between his fingers, but the sword light that was still fierce just now was like a frightened rabbit, flashing and jumping, and retreating rapidly.

Li Jinglan fell in one breath and slid down against the wall of the small courtyard, but his eyes were staring at the figure chasing the sword light like a playful boy.

"Not good!" Suddenly, the green-robed worship let out a low scream, and his body suddenly accelerated. But it was too late. The governor of Beicang Wind Knife Mountain Fox Hunter couldn't do anything, and he didn't want to be captured, so he chose to blow himself up, and his flesh and blood turned into pieces.

In fact, when he was dying, he didn't understand how the powerhouse of the academy could see the flaws in such a short time, from the time Li Jinglan stepped into the small courtyard to the time he walked out of the house, he was exhausted in one go, and it took less than thirty breaths before and after he cast a decisive sword, which was not enough to eat a cup of tea;

And the key is actually that Li Jinglan punched himself between a span and smashed a piece of bamboo talisman in his chest.

Speaking of formations and runes, there is no dragon and tiger in the world, the right side of Maoshan Mountain, even the formation of Fengdao Mountain that can hide the heavenly machine for a short time is from the disciples who defected from Tianji Pavilion, and Tianji Pavilion and Qin Tianjian are the eyes of the Great Qin Dynasty to monitor the fortune of the world, which were created by the disciples of Dragon and Tiger and Maoshan more than a hundred years ago. Li Jinglan was in a predicament, how could Longhu Mountain sit idly by, there was already a pair of son-mother talismans placed on the academy and his body. Originally, the dog who was guarding against the undercurrent of the capital jumped over the wall in a hurry, but he didn't expect that now even the barbarians outside the plug would hit him on the head. This is really called sitting in a closed house, and disaster will come from heaven.

Li Jinglan himself had to admire his luck.

In less than three breaths, the Tianji Pavilion, the Criminal Department, and the Great Inner Palace had an amazing aura, and in an instant, the three figures formed a triangular direction in the center of the void, and pounced on the small courtyard from the three sides of the academy.

The old worshipper of the academy beckoned to indicate that there was no big problem, and the three of them fell into shape.

Lin Qing of the Great Mink Temple frowned: "Who is it?"

"People are coming from Fengdao Mountain! Xingzang has been exposed and has been self-destructed. ”

"It's the old man's carelessness, and besides, it's a sword cultivator, which can be regarded as a half-step celestial phenomenon. The old gentleman first admitted his mistake before explaining the situation.

Most of the sword cultivation is on the flying sword, and the sword is the heart, and its own physique is very average, but if you want to attack closely, you must first break the flying sword, and at this time, you must be able to buy a little time for the flying sword master to seek death, Feng Dao Mountain is definitely a ruthless character, even if he killed Li Jinglan, he didn't show his face in front of him, and when the flying sword was injured, he broke the gong and blew himself up at the first time without leaving any clues, I have to say that there are indeed several extraordinary characters under Yeluzhi.

The old eunuch changed color, and turned his head to look at Beigong Xuan, the deputy pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, but Beigong Xuan's slender eyes turned around the small courtyard for a while before turning his gaze back to the old eunuch.

"Da Mink Temple, it is the formation isolation first, and the flying sword assassination last! Beigong Xiu first did on-site restoration, and then admitted the omission.

Seeing the old eunuch looking at him, the chief worshipper of the criminal department nodded slightly, meaning that it was roughly right.

Only then did a few people turn their heads to look at Li Jinglan, who was healing his wounds with his eyes closed in the corner.

Li Jinglan was hit hard, so he could take care of them and take care of his own breathing, but here Beigong Xuan asked softly to the old worshipper of the academy, "How long?"

"About thirty breaths!" said the old gentleman, after a moment's thought.

"Thirty breaths?" Beigong Xuan glanced at Li Jinglan, who was red on his chest.

"Sword cultivation, it's still a half-step celestial phenomenon, if it's not in the capital, I'm afraid you may not be able to keep it alone!"

Each realm has a distinction between high and low, especially the sword immortals, and it is above the ordinary martial artists This is an indisputable fact in the rivers and lakes, and in the martial arts, unless it is like Lu Yanchao and Yan Yuping, who are extremely talented, and the top martial artists with solid martial arts can not fall behind in the same realm, but after all, there are too few such people in the rivers and lakes, and the few are almost negligible.

The old eunuch saw that Li Jinglan was not worried about his life, and he had a heavy position, so he said hello to the old worshipper of the academy, and said to Beigong Xuan and the criminal department: "I can understand, it doesn't mean that the emperor can understand." This matter can't be suppressed, you have to have an explanation. With that, he drifted away.

The two looked at each other, smiled bitterly and thanked the old gentleman: "Thank you, Mr. for speaking up!"

The old gentleman was silent, just looked at the young man in the corner, the two of them were the human spirits of the human spirit, how could they not understand, they understood that this favor would still fall on this young man in the future, so he asked for the ownerless flying sword that fell after the assassin's death, and then peeled off the cocoon along the traces of the formation to learn more about the truth.

Some college teachers heard the old gentleman's voice and dispersed the surrounding students, waiting for the news from afar. Seeing a few people dispersed, he approached.

The old gentleman explained the general situation, saying that he should not disturb the little master for the time being, and then he passed the book.

When Yuan Xiaofei, Pei Xiaohuan and Yifan came back, they were dumbfounded when they saw the tragic image of the courtyard being almost completely dismantled, and under the leadership of Lin Rang, they saw Li Jinglan with a face like gold paper, Pei Xiaohuan covered his mouth stiffly, and the teardrops of beans soaked his sleeves from his eyes like rainlines. The little monk chanted the scriptures in his mouth, and Yuan Xiaofei wanted to cry.

The next morning, Li Jinglan improved slightly, opened his eyes, and saw the pair of red eyes in front of him, which frightened him fiercely.

"Xiaohuan, you!"

"Brother Jinglan, you scared me to death!" Pei Xiaohuan held back for six or seven hours and finally hugged Li Jinglan and cried out with a "wow", the naughty Pei Xiaohuan knew that he couldn't do anything, the only thing he could do was not to make a sound, the poor child just covered his mouth with two small hands in turn, and even stuffed his fingers between his teeth, and he couldn't help but bite himself hard, and his fingers were broken overnight.

At this moment, when he saw that his brother was fine, he cried loudly, and fell asleep crying and crying. Li Jinglan looked at the little face that had not yet receded from the baby fat, and his eyes were gentle, just like when the two of them met again in Foping County, he looked at her from a distance.

Yuan Xiaofei walked in and put a Li Jinglan robe on Pei Xiaohuan, looking at the pair of teenagers and girls with a huge age difference, her eyes were in a trance.

At this moment, the girl, who is four years older than the boy, wishes that she was the younger one, so she could hug him like the little girl in front of her and cry wantonly.