I Just Want To Farm

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The boss has spoken, so we must fight.

Jiang Muchen looked solemn, holding the Chishan sword as if attending a funeral, but Qin Yu touched the general, and his expression was not relaxed.

The two stood at the two corners of the middle courtyard, one on the left and one on the right, while one of Yuyan stood on top.

Hold for three seconds.

Jiang Muchen glanced at Qin Yu, and saw that after the latter turned his sword, he knew whether he was a partner who had fought together before, so he knew it without saying anything.

brush!

Chishan is out!

Qin Yu's go-getters followed quickly in the last two steps.

Chishan is domineering and tricky.

These two swords are of the famous level, which is naturally eye-opening, but they were quickly suppressed.

Because of the jade banquet, the sword was drawn.

His sword is blue in color. After drawing the sword, the blade is clear, and when it enters the water, the color of water and light will appear. Because the hilt is carved with red autumn maple, it is named Qiushui, and it is also one of the fourteen famous weapons in the world.

The autumn waters are flowing along the river, and you can see the beauty at every turn.

Autumn Water This sword has heavy sword intentions, intentions, shapes and colors, neither heavy nor unpleasant, natural and moist, just like crossing a river in autumn, spring springs cracking glaciers, this kind of sword is destined to be flawless.

At least at the moment when Yuyan drew his sword, Jiang Muchen's weaknesses and flaws were exposed first when the three swords were compared, for example, Chishan was overbearing, but he was not enough, for example, the general was evil and tyrannical, but Qin Yu was not enough.

Only one sword came out.

With just two strokes, they blocked the swords of the two people. The strength, momentum, and speed of the sword were not only two or three times, but four or five times would not be bad.

Jiang Muchen was sent flying by a sword, and he stretched out his hand to grab the pillar. The palm of his hand made deep scratches on the pillar and stabilized his body, but Qin Yu was stronger than him. When she stepped back, There is a little cylinder under the feet, like a gecko, the feet walk backwards along the pillars, and then somersault, the moon hanging in the sky jumps and cuts!

The robe is brocade white, the mask is silver, and there is a scorching white light under the sunlight - this is an obstacle to the sight at this time, if Yu Yanzhi looks up.

However. ． ． Instead of looking up, he closed his eyes.

When you close your eyes, you can hear the sound of the wind, the sound of the water, and the sound of breathing, and you can also hear the sound of the sword.

Qin Yu, who was in mid-air, secretly felt bad when he saw it - it was very hard.

Sure enough, after closing his eyes for a moment and then taking a breath, Yu Yanzhi slammed out his sword, and the sword energy poured out like autumn water, and then. ． ．

Bang! Qin Yu switched from attacking to blocking, and struck with his sword in mid-air. Everyone could only hear the violent trembling of swords, as if the swords of all the people present were screaming for it.

Battle of famous swords, battle of famous swords!

Qin Yu, who was in mid-air, took advantage of his strength to fall back, grabbed the pillar and turned around. When his robe was flying, he flew around the pillar like a ghost, and Jiang Muchen had already brought Chishan to hit him hard. Seeing the shadow of the Autumn Water sword appearing one after another, Qin Yu was about to pick up the Chishan sword, and Qin Yu came.

Coping and unloading, Jiang Muchen was able to breathe, but just happened to see Qin Yu forcefully fight swords with his opponent's internal strength and experience far inferior to the opponent's. You can tell the strength, but you can't tell the winner or loser at a glance, because of the momentum!

When a person fights, no matter whether he wins or loses, he fights with all his strength, this is the momentum!

Jiang Muchen suddenly realized that in the Huabi cave, he fought the strong against the weak several times. Every time he felt that he could not win, and every time he wanted to retreat, but they were all taken away by Qin Yu, and they all won at that time.

This time, he still thought he would lose, but he had the courage to fight, but he suddenly understood that what was lacking between him and Qin Yu was not courage, but self-confidence.

Because of self-confidence, we make progress again and again, and because of self-confidence, the more we reach the end, the easier it is to break through.

Suddenly, several images of the Chishan sword technique flashed in Jiang Muchen's mind, and finally overlapped to form a sword.

then. ． He went out, shouted loudly, his inner strength gushed out, his body, body, technique and sword moves combined, and finally became a sword.

Yu Yanzhi frowned, gave up on trying to kill Qin Yu, just chopped her back, and then struck her sword. ． ．

Bang!

Autumn water altogether Chishan.

Water and fire, soft and strong.

Everyone felt their eyes flicker, and after a while, they saw it.

Jiang Muchen's fighting spirit is awe-inspiring, and he holds the sword in both hands like Mount Tai, while Yuyan holds the sword in one hand, and the sword and sword are like a force.

Chishan was trembling, Qiushui was motionless.

Lin Kun sighed: "It's an epiphany, not bad, but still a bit worse..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly flashed because he saw it.

Seeing the phantom flashing out from behind Yuyan, as swift and fierce as a cunning fox, Yuyan's eyes drooped, and with a lift of his wrist, the internal energy above the autumn water became angry, steep and frivolous, Jiang Muchen's expression changed, and then he saw a figure resisting Chishan. The sword disappeared strangely, and hit his waist and abdomen with the back of the sword in an instant.

boom! Internal force passed from the back of the sword to his abdomen, Jiang Muchen vomited blood, was shot flying several meters, and couldn't even hold the Chishan sword after landing.

But before Jiang Muchen landed, Yu Yanzhi's figure disappeared, avoiding Qin Yu's sword, and Qiushui also flowed in phantom, picking towards Qin Yu's wrist.

Qin Yu came deceitfully, he responded more swiftly, the autumn water bends like a snake, but. ． ． Qin Yu also disappeared.

The sword shadow came out.

"Zhou Shan Sword Shadow..."

The sword shadow was faster than before. I don't know if this person has long been hiding his clumsiness or made a temporary breakthrough, but it all aroused Yu Yanzhi's belligerent heart.

Yu Yanzhi squinted his eyes, took a slight step forward, and his figure suddenly changed.

The sword shadow fights the sword shadow, Jiang Muchen on the ground is dumb, his eyes follow these sword shadows, and also follow the fencing of these sword shadows.

On the other side, Lin Kun and other masters were also fascinated by watching, and only Eunuch Yun took it lightly, and whispered the origin and power of these sword techniques beside Emperor Yue.

Emperor Yue: "Could it be that this little Yugong can still..."

He looked like he didn't understand martial arts, but Eunuch Yun shook his head slightly.

On the other side, Yu Qing was also explaining to Lin Heng.

Lin Heng listened, his expression was calm, and he didn't follow the sword shadow. He looked indifferent, because he had too many masters under his command, and there were many talented people. Even if this Qin Yu's potential was not low, he didn't let him down. His only amazing degree, so,. ． ．

Suddenly, Lin Heng heard the gasp of the crowd, looked sideways, and saw that the shadows of the swords had all disappeared, and when Yu Yanzhi stabbed with the sword, Qin Yu's sword flew out.

It's over!

Seeing that Qin Yu, who flew his sword, was forced to retreat by the sword of Yuyan, the blade went straight to the throat, and everyone was waiting for Lin Heng or Emperor Yue to call it over, but neither of them knew martial arts, maybe they didn't know the situation Make a sharp turn, so this Qin Yu's life~~

However, it was also at that moment that Lin Heng, who didn't know martial arts, saw the flower picker bend his waist and avoid the Qiushui sword cutting towards his neck.

It was also that bend, which showed that her waist was as soft as a snake, so slender and flexible that it could be grasped by the palm. Is this a snake demon? Lin Heng frowned slightly.

An image flashed in my mind.

Such a soft waist and heels, he seems to have seen it somewhere.

And while observing Qin Yu's strength, Wen Lingyun also felt a little nervous—this flower picker's figure seems to be slimmer than a woman's, her waist is soft enough, and her hands, when holding a sword, her knuckles are like green onions. It is as white as jade, except that the chest is flat. ． ．