In doubt, Qian Qingjian's thoughts surged in Xia Qingqing's heart for the third time, "You don't believe in my ability after all, okay, believe it or not is your own business." One last word of my warning, don't even think of asking me for help again. ”

Since Qian Qingjian issued a warning, Xia Qingqing had no choice but to accept it, others didn't know, how could she not know? If anyone angered this great god, it would not be a simple matter of death and injury, the original Huang Taiji and Da Yu'er, one was turned into blood foam and minced meat, and the other was skinned, this person was not ordinary ferocious.

Although Xia Qingqing couldn't believe it, Qian Qingjian did have the ability to judge the victory or defeat of Yuan Chengzhi and the Blood Sword Monk, how could his skills be imagined and speculated by secular people? Take the spiritual exchange between him and Xia Qingqing just now, this is a new set of skills that he has just realized.

This ability is still evolved from mind control techniques, which can be specifically expressed as: as long as in this area of Beijing City, no matter how much anyone thinks of him Qian Qingjian in his heart, whether it is longing or longing, whether it is swearing or hating, he can feel it one by one!

If he didn't have this ability, how would he resist Lu Dongbin's heart sword attack in the future? It would be too late to resist when he was hit, and only when the other party's mind was moved could he make a defensive or counterattack countermeasure.

Therefore, the moment Xia Qingqing thought of him just now, he had already discovered it. Then he infiltrated his heart into Xia Qingqing's heart and expressed his attitude.

Today's Qian Qingjian has long lost his past narrow-mindedness, although he has never had a good impression of Xia Qingqing, but he will not deliberately look at her sad and desperate. He had no intention of being indifferent to Xia Qingqing's pleas, he refused to help Xia Qingqing, just because he knew that Yuan Chengzhi was not the final loser in this sword duel that represented the highest level in the world.

Only Qian Qingjian could judge that the Blood Sword Monk's first move could not be maintained to the end, and the current seemingly incomparably powerful advantage could not be transformed into a final victory.

It's like a soccer game, where Team B presses all the way and bombards Team A's penalty area, but every time they hit the crossbar of the post when they shoot, they don't score points. However, once Team A played the only quick counterattack of the game, Team A's striker easily shot at Team B's goalkeeper, and the general trend of victory and defeat was reversed.

In Qian Qingjian's eyes, the Blood Knife Monk is the football team that is scoreless.

The current scene in the ring, it looks like Yuan Chengzhi is like a flat boat in the stormy waves, and like a remnant candle in the storm, which may capsize at any time and be extinguished at any time, but Qian Qingjian knows that the blood knife monk's tidal offensive cannot completely destroy Yuan Chengzhi's defense, and the authentic martial arts of Huashan for more than 30 years are not practiced in vain.

The Huashan faction that came out of the wind and rectification has abandoned the vulgar and bad habits and bad habits of Yue Su and Cai Zifeng's period. The skills that the disciples learned were all real kung fu, and only the impetuous characters like Mei Jianhe and Sun Zhongjun would laugh at the rivers and lakes, and the reason was only that they themselves did not know how to study and practice hard.

Sure enough, Yuan Chengzhi supported another fifty moves in the storm, and still did not suffer any fatal damage, and the faces of those who were in the anti-Qing camp who were sure that Yuan Chengzhi would be defeated in fifty moves at most, the masters in the Qing court camp were a little uneasy, but Xia Qingqing's eyes lit up.

After fifty moves, another fifty moves passed, and the two had already fought nearly three hundred moves in total, and the situation was still the same as at the beginning - the Blood Sword Monk attacked on all fronts, and Yuan Chengzhi struggled to defend, but he just couldn't tell the winner.

Time, quietly flowing in the shadow of the sword, the monk and the layman fought from noon to dusk, some people with a heart silently counted in their hearts, and found that they had fought more than 600 moves, but they still couldn't tell the difference between life and death.

As a result, it was discovered that this battle was the longest duel since the opening of the river and mountain fights, and it seemed that the legendary thousand-move battle between the peak masters was being staged.

When night falls, the lights around the ring are lit up, and today's dinner has been served.

Except for Qian Qingjian, almost no one in the audience had the heart to move tonight's meal, and almost everyone was engrossed in watching this life-and-death battle with no ending in sight, and no one dared to make predictions about the final outcome of this game, because the faces of those authority figures had been swollen by the facts.

Qian Qingjian had already expected the outcome of the battle, so he no longer cared about the battle in the ring, whether it was the Huashan Sword or the Blood Knife, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Speaking of Huashan sword, which is also the true swordsmanship, as early as the beginning of his crossing, when he was still one of the four ghosts of the Yellow River, he watched Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji fight against Ouyang Ke and Peng Lianhu in Beijing, and he saw a detailed and comprehensive sword at that time;

Completely different from everyone present, the dishes in front of Qian Qingjian's family were very rich, with meat and vegetarian combinations, complete hot and cold, delicacies from the mountains and seas, and a full banquet of the Manchu and Han dynasties - this is the dietary standard of the emperor and the queen mother, how can others enjoy it?

Jianning peeled the prawns, Su Quan broke the crabs, Jiao Wan'er tore the pheasants, Ah Jiu removed the fish bones, the four girls sent the peeled food into Qian Qingjian's mouth, and the fake queen mother Mao Dongzhu was responsible for pouring wine for Qian Qingjian.

It is true that if Qian Qingjian wants to take care of these foods himself, he doesn't need to use his hands or the help of his wives and concubines. But what is happiness in life? Happiness is when the woman who loves you serves you delicious food and drink, so he gladly accepts this sweet happiness.

While eating, I felt Hong Antong's vicious curse full of hatred in my heart: "Eat!

Of course, Qian Qingjian can understand what Hong Antong's idea means, he didn't control Hong Antong's mind, if he controls the other party, then the embarrassing appearance of someone in the end is not interesting enough, he must let Hong Antong take a look at it when he is completely sober, who is the one who has the last laugh.

Qian married a good dinner, and another hour passed, and the battle in the ring continued, but its intensity was much slower than the initial part of the war. After all, both sides of this battle are people, not machines, and people will get tired, and the same is true for the top masters.

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng met on the top of Huashan in the twilight of their lives, and the two fought fiercely for three days and three nights.

The same is true of today's Yuan Chengzhi and the Blood Knife Monk, but Yuan Chengzhi's physical strength is better than that of the Blood Knife Monk. Because Yuan Chengzhi has only paid public food to Xia Qingqing for 20 years, and the Blood Sword Monk is a royal maiden, although both of them are the top masters of this era, this deficit is negligible, but after nearly a thousand moves in the battle, this subtle difference is magnified.

Finally, when a thousand moves passed, the Blood Knife Monk mistakenly cast a soft move.