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The cold air is scattered in the thin clouds, and if you want to condense, you will be immediately cut off by hatred!

He Ruosong responded with a smile, although it was difficult for the palm wind to approach Lin Qian's body, but the cold of the air could still soak Lin Qian's clothes, and for a long time, Lin Qian would definitely not win.

However, this "long" has not been seen for a long time - Lin Qian's body is almost frozen, but he does not see the decline of the knife, not only is it not weak, but it is riding the wind and waves. The wave knife is higher, and it is difficult to judge whether you win or lose!

Ze Ye held his breath and condensed, wondering how Lin Qian could resist He Ruosong! Obviously, after a stick of incense, Ze Ye felt that the frostbite in his hands was still melting, and Lin Qian's face was pale, which was obviously caused by the severe cold. Ze Ye thought that Lin Qian had the protection of the sword heart method and the blood of the green dragon, if it weren't for the burning in his heart, I am afraid that the meridians would have been damaged by now, and the cold would have invaded the five internal organs...... Zeye shuddered--So, what kind of situation has He Ruosong's cold soaking palm reached?!

Lin Qian seemed to have fallen into an ice valley, sinking deeper and deeper, looking around, the sky was covered with thick black snow, and more than half of his body was mixed with ice water, his skull was crisp and loose, but he could not be relaxed in any way, and the blood flow seemed to be destroyed and burned, and the chest was scorched like pine wood. He Ruosong's internal force is endless, such as Mount Tai pressing the top, and the tsunami leading the tide...... Knowing this, Lin Qian couldn't let go of the long knife, because the moment the hatred knife was in his hand, he would definitely have a chance to turn defeat into victory!

People who are known for their cold are not nothing, Zeye had a chill at the beginning of the whip, but He Ruosong is far away from this cold, not the depth of the cold, and he is pure yin palm power, and his skills are obviously better than Zeye, if you talk about internal strength, it must be the first in the top ten in the north and south......

Sure enough, as Feng Mingjian said before, Lin Qian's feeling at this moment was that the sweat in his hands stiffened into ice, frozen in the ravine of fingerprints!

He Ruosong's palm was cold and dazzling, bypassing the long knife and rushing straight to Lin Qian's chest, the yin wind roared angrily, and the air roared in the sky...... However, Lin Qian's knife light gathers the spirit of the people, leads the waves of the Han Sea, and breaks the water of the Yellow River, and the internal force is like breaking the embankment along the knife of drinking and hating. Zeye was all shocked: it was almost a close match, and they all ended up together!

Zeye tightened his weapon, and before the battle, he understood that Lin Qian's "choosing the strong and attacking" was fundamentally a backwater battle: in order to win the battle of eastern Sichuan, which had already been lost at the beginning, the lord had to take risks again and again!

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But if he is not sure of victory, how can Lin Qian take risks!?

The next moment, Ze Ye was pleasantly surprised to see that Lin Qian had already broken through the cold air and taken the initiative to control the situation! It turned out that it was only a round, and everyone thought that He Ruosong had made a preemptive strike, but no one noticed that the first one to make a move was actually Lin Qian! The Drinking Hate Knife was only a millimeter faster than the cold soaking palm, and this millimeter was a decisive opportunity.

The sword qi is full of cold dew, and the edge is full of cracked clouds. Suddenly, the shape shì turns, and the east wind cuts the west wind!

Life and death are at stake, how dare He Ruosong stop, without hesitation, the palm power continues to move forward, and the momentum of the five mountains is forcefully pulled, and in Lin Qian's eyes, why is it full of joy and freehand!

The cold poison had already attacked the body and rampaged, but the hatred of the knife qi made He Ruosong's internal strength greatly reduced, and with a bang, although the movements were no longer very coordinated, He Ruosong's cuffs were still directly cut open, and a blood mark appeared on his arm, He Ruosong was shocked!

No wonder the people in front of him frustrated Liu Jun and relieved several enemies at the beginning of the road, and the sword frightened Xue ruthlessly Xuanyuan Jiuye...... The king of the sword altar, who is he?

He Ruosong was secretly frightened, so he suddenly tightened the handle of the knife, wanting to prevent the hatred knife from stabbing into his arm, Lin Qian was still unable to carry the knife at the moment, his whole body was paralyzed and did not obey the call, the reason why the knife was in his hand seemed to be only caused by freezing! The hand was frozen into a hard lump, and the blood was shattered in it, and it was messy and throbbing, but the knife intent still existed, insisting on piercing the edge and penetrating into He Ruosong's arm!

Before the battle was over, He Ruosong and Lin Qian were already seriously injured, He Ruosong secretly applied the cold skill, the knife was passed, Lin Qian's whole body internal force was in a state of confronting the opponent's internal force, and suddenly saw a burst of white mist on the long knife spreading, knowing that He Ruosong's move was to continue to use the advantage of the cold soaking palm, and secretly sighed that it was not good. If in the past, although the master duel was still glorious, but now it is necessary to take into account the three armies, how can it be allowed to lose!

Zeye secretly prayed that no one who could be called a master on the battlefield dared to assert who would win! As soon as his ears moved, he clearly heard the familiar slight sound, and Han Zeye couldn't help but be furious--sure enough, the yellow crane went to see He Ruosong who had been invincible for a long time, and he repeated his tricks to harm Lin Qian! Rao is Han Zeye's eyes are fast, and he almost can't catch up with the speed of the hidden weapon, the long whip is swung to, and thousands of golden needles fly obliquely or fall to the ground or turn, or break into two or three sections, and even have nowhere to follow, in short, no whip misses, no needle into the game!

Mo Fei couldn't hide his anger and was about to condemn it, Han Zeye had already turned around to look at him: "General Fei, such a villain, is it worth being your demon!"

Could it be that his face was slightly angry, his eyes were full of tears, and he glared at Huang He viciously: "It's really not worth it!" Huang He was expressionless, and he had no remorse, how could he be even more despicable than Liu Jun?!

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But listening to the battle situation, He Ruosong and Lin Qian all shouted, and suddenly took a few steps back together, He Ruosong slammed into the trunk of the ancient tree in the battlefield, and Lin Qian barely supported himself with a long knife. It turned out that when the cold air penetrated the heart and lungs along the drinking and hating knife, Lin Qian quickly cut off his way with a short knife, preventing the continued invasion of the cold for a while, and He Ruosong was completely blocked at the tip of the short knife with all his strength, the more crowded it became, the more chaotic it became, and it was difficult to send and receive, and finally he couldn't bear it, and broke out at the junction of the long and short knives. The cold stars are shining rapidly, the wind is roaring and the dust is howling, and the four realms are depressed.

In the exclamation of everyone, almost at the same time, the cold dipping palm and the drinking and hating knife re-attacked, worthy of He Ruosong, worthy of Lin Qian, judging the situation so clearly, Lin Qian's leaf flat boat, accustomed to the rivers and lakes, this time encountered the sea water pouring and rolling, after a stick of incense, there were only water droplets left in the boat, and it was still good, not like encountering a strong enemy, but like walking in still water, flooding on the lake - perhaps, at this moment, in his eyes, Jin Nan No. 1 is no longer so far away! Even in his heart, he already feels that the cold dipping palm is not so difficult to defeat!

He Ruosong understood very well, what burned out in Lin Qian's eyes full of fighting intent was that he was bound to win! The hatred sword became stronger and stronger the more he fought, and he was not intending to preserve, but completely killing! And Lin Qian was no longer the Lin Qian who used salt to break the enemy in the Battle of Kuizhou two years ago!

If you don't make the clouds wrap around the knife, you will make the knife split the clouds!

The cold soaked palm east and west real, south to north, clever as a snake, ever-changing, so when the strength is enough, the enemy is like a broken bamboo, by the cold and deep and deter the enemy's soul, and the deficit leads the enemy into the game, the enemy into the trap will immediately fight back, the enemy has no way to retreat only to break his life!

Zeye frowned, knowing that He Ruosong was strong, but as soon as he heard that Lin Qian's sword was in full swing, he knew that it was not hopeless for him to break his palm. The small disadvantage of the Drinking Hate Knife at the beginning disappeared, and then it was reborn, and tried to confront the strength again and again, but each time it was only one point and strayed into the void, Lin Qiandao was in danger, but he was able to repeatedly make strange moves to turn the danger into a disaster, and the connotation of forcing He Ruosong's palm became more and more distinct.

In the palm of the fugue sword, outside the charm. First soar through the clouds and drive the fog, and then break through the clouds and fog...... The knife of hatred is not only majestic!

But at this moment, a voice came from the Jin Army array, as low as a bell, continuously vibrating from far and near: "What a pair of drinking and hating knives, I haven't seen you for three years, a generation of heroes!"

A generation of heroes is talking about Lin Qian, but the person who spoke is obviously the same.

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