Chapter 226: Kirin Seed, Wind and Cloud Phase“Nangong Jie?” Song Lin stopped and looked at the strange old man. He tilted his head and said, "Please move aside." "What do you want to do?" "This is a divine palace, you can't confront it head-on!" "The other divine palaces in Meizhou will be here soon, don't be impulsive!" Ye Liuyun and others' faces suddenly changed when they heard this, and they all spoke out to stop it. "It's too late." Song Lin pushed Iris away, and the Bloodthirsty Knife shone with a bloody light, reflecting his eyes. Everyone felt a crazy killing intent coming. Kirin's crazy blood. This is Song Lin’s real combat state.

Boom~~ The dust on the spot scattered, Song Lin's figure disappeared, and he actually took the initiative to greet Nangong Jie, the God of the Palace. "Not good!" "How dare you confront the Divine Palace... Everyone, disperse!" "Even Jian Wuxin doesn't dare to face a mad God like this. This Yang Qingyuan is even crazier than him!" Everyone looked up in shock. I saw a blood-red knife light turned into a 30-meter-long sword, slashing down into the air. The powerful momentum made everyone's heart tremble, and also made Nangong Jie's face change slightly. Blood-drinking knife! This peerless divine sword - only at this moment did it truly unleash its power. On the Jiuquan Waterfall. What he and Jian Wuxin were competing with was their knives and swords, not their cultivation or external objects, and certainly not a fight of life and death. And now. Nangong Jie wanted him dead. It just so happened that Song Lin was not satisfied yet, and wanted to try out his current strength to see if he could stand up to the Divine Mansion! "How brave!" Nangong Jie laughed in anger, and the sword light in his hand became even brighter. A strong green gas was transmitted from his body to the sword in his hand. With great momentum, he slammed the sword towards the bloody knife light. Boom~~ A figure was thrown heavily into the air, passing over the crowd and falling into the lake under the Jiuquan Waterfall. next moment. Nangong Jie crossed the empty space, his sword whistling and his face ferocious. Gangqi War God Palace? Jian Wuxin did not dare to be so arrogant and took the full force attack from the master of Divine Palace head-on. today!

Yang Qingyuan must die! "Where is the Divine Palace? Why hasn't the Divine Palace in Meizhou arrived yet?" "Usually they would watch the battle around Jiuquan Waterfall..." “Could it be??” Ye Liuyun and others looked at each other and finally felt the crisis. With Song Lin's ability, it would be no problem for him to hold out against the Divine Mansion for a while. But what if they were late on purpose? "help!" "Let's do it together." Several people acted in unison and attacked Nangong Jie from behind. however. The old man seemed to have gone crazy. Without even turning his head, he swung his sword to block the attacks of several people, and then landed on the big lake under the Jiuquan Waterfall. slam-la- The sword light split the water surface, and the emerald green wood energy transformed into countless swords. Wushuang Gate, Wushuang Sword. Nangong Jie's swordsmanship is also unparalleled in the world. At least for those below the Divine Mansion, few can withstand this sword. wow—— The blood-red knife light broke through the water surface and came straight towards him. Song Lin's tiny body swung the thirty-meter-long sword without a single stagnation. Boom boom boom! The two men exchanged dozens of knives and swords in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that they were evenly matched. However, everyone felt something was wrong. How can the power of Gangqi Realm be as durable as that of Divine Palace? really. In just a moment, Song Lin's figure began to retreat continuously, unable to maintain the bloody knife light in his hand, and the situation became increasingly critical. Another moment passed. Finally, he could no longer bear the power of the Divine Palace, and the sword light shattered. He dodged in the countless sword shadows, and wounds continued to appear on his body. "Yang Qingyuan, give up! No one can save you today... The Nine Springs Sword Contest is over. It is natural for my Wushuang Sect to take revenge, and no one has any reason to stop us!" Nangong Jie laughed wildly, his eyes full of murderous intent. This Yang Qingyuan is indeed extraordinary. But facing the fierce attack from a Divine Palace, he couldn't hold on for long! "What should we do? Why haven't those gods arrived yet?"

Iris wanted to rush over to help. "Don't be impulsive." Gui Xiu'er quickly stopped her, "Sister Yuan, we can't intervene in this kind of battle. If we act rashly, it will distract him." "What should we do? What should we do? These damn divine palaces are really too much!" Iris stamped her feet anxiously. Suddenly she seemed to remember something, took out the Vajra Seal of Hebo from her arms, bit her finger, and kept dripping blood onto the seal. A ray of bright light emerged. "Faster...faster...it's too late! Please!" Boom boom boom~~ The fierce battle continues. Ye Liuyun, Tan Tai Xuanyin, Dao Wuming, Bei Nanfeng... all the seeds of the Divine Mansion whose names were on the list of the best talents, felt helpless in the face of such a battle. They wanted to help, but found themselves powerless. "Do you... really want to watch him die?" Tan Tai Xuan Yin looked into the distance and slowly stretched his arms into his arms. She also has a trump card. It was a token, Jianzhai's 'Sword Token'. Holding it, you can command the world and drive the heroes. she knows. At this time in Meizhou Sheng Island, at least seven or eight gods were watching this battle silently. Xu Yunfeng from the Giant Whale Gang, Xiao Juner from the Hundred Flowers Palace, the half-crippled leader of the Tyrant Blade Sect, the old man from the Hundred Soldiers Villa... Only they can stop the crazy Nangong Jie. But...does it really work? Without righteousness and status in hand, which gods would obey Jianzhai's orders? "do not care……" Tan Tai Xuan Yin was just about to take out the sword order regardless of the consequences. The situation on the field suddenly changed again. "Ang——" A roar of a Qilin echoed through the sky. Song Lin's muscles and bones all vibrated, and there seemed to be a sound of water rushing inside his body. His black hair was spread out, and a red background gradually emerged. then. His strength increased again, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He managed to turn the tide, and fought with Nangong Jie in a bloody battle, and for a while, neither of them could do anything to the other.

“How is it possible…” Nangong Jie looked incredulous. The people watching the fight around were all stunned. Nangong Jie's sword light contained the power of the five elements of the Divine Palace, and anyone who touched it would die. However, Song Lin relied on the blood-colored sword light and the blessing of that strange power, and he was not at all inferior. Could it be that... there is some kind of magical bloodline hidden in his body? Dong~dong~dong~~ The dull heartbeats sounded like the drums of the Nine Springs Waterfall, beating in everyone's hearts. If someone saw the situation inside Song Lin's body at this time, they would find that his blood was flowing at a crazy speed, and countless crazy and murderous thoughts lingered in his heart, and finally turned into a pair of scarlet eyes, staring coldly at Nangong Jie. Kirin's crazy blood has been fully launched. The crazy bloodthirsty desire continues to wash away his sanity, and his power will only grow stronger and stronger, until... he becomes completely insane! pity. None of them had seen this side of Song Lin. I just thought that the blood-red eyes looked so scary because of the blood-red knife light and because Yang Qingyuan was in a desperate situation. Rumble~~~ The violent sword energy and knife light set off huge waves. People fled frantically to further places, fearing that they would be affected by the attack of the two. "Could it be that he didn't use his full strength at Jiuquan Waterfall?" "too strong!" "He hid it so well!" "I thought his cultivation and strength were his weaknesses, but now it seems that they are his strongest points." "The sword is unparalleled, the strength is unparalleled... the person is unparalleled. Once such a person enters the Divine Palace, who in the Jianghu can defeat him?" "Maybe... only the masters on the Black List." One by one, the martial arts masters stopped to watch the fight from a distance, their mouths wide open in blank silence, their voices almost whispering. The divine palace! Yang Qingyuan actually already has the strength to confront the Divine Mansion head-on. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" "I want you to die!" "Why-why aren't you dead yet!" Nangong Jie roared wildly, but was drowned by the huge waves. Song Lin has begun his counterattack! The Qilin roars and the sword flashes. A blood-red blade light transformed into the image of a unicorn, galloping through the air with great momentum. This was the Seven Absolute Slashes of the Tyrant Sword Sect, and at this moment, it was completely renewed in Song Lin's hands, exuding unprecedented power. boom-- Nangong Jie couldn't stop retreating, and no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, he couldn't stop his downward spiral. "Take another blow from me and I'll kill you!"

The bloody knife light came again, and the shadows of an old fisherman and a duck seemed to flash across the sky. Song Lin's whole body was filled with energy and blood. The blood knife in his hand shines brightly, cutting through everything. Ten percent of energy and blood - kill! "Ah——" a shrill scream rang out. The lake was hit by a huge wave, leaving deep knife marks. A body crashed into the water, and staggered up after a moment. Blood oozed from the corner of Nangong Jie's mouth, and he looked at Song Lin with ferocious and dull eyes. Did he lose? Lost to a kid in Gangqi realm. This is such a ridiculous story! A master of the Divine Palace, who has half a foot in the Divine Palace Yin-Yang Realm, would actually... "Do you want to fight again?" Song Lin came walking on the waves, his pair of blood-red eyes were crazy and violent, but his expression remained extremely calm. Countless wind and cloud energies spontaneously condensed around him, as if he could command the heaven and earth. His water skills were unparalleled, and his aura was no less than that of any master in the Divine Palace. The Qilin species represents wind and clouds. Under the pressure from Nangong Jie, he has completely tapped into his own potential. "I will...will definitely kill you." Nangong Jie was waiting for Song Lin, speaking each word slowly. he knows. Once you miss today, you will never have another chance. The old fisherman of Minjiang River will definitely not let me go! Many people in this world will not let me go. Song Lin said coldly: "Old man, when you are old, you should spend time with your grandson instead of trying to show off in the martial arts world!" "Old man... grandson..." Nangong Jie was startled, his eyes looking sad. He had only two sons, and both of them died at the hands of Yang Qingyuan. Where are the grandchildren? Thinking of this, Nangong Jie's eyes couldn't help but burst into endless anger. And at this time. Song Lin finished speaking. The second blade fell mercilessly. Boom—Nangong Jie raised his sword to block, trying his best. However, facing the shocking sword light, his body fell heavily into the water again.

Miserable, helpless... Everyone looked at the paranoid and unwilling old man in silence, and actually felt a little sad. Such a dignified divine house has fallen to this point. Yang Qingyuan... is really strong! So strong! Suddenly. There seemed to be a strong sword intent rising in the distance. It contained dominance and hatred... Song Lin couldn't help but turn his head, his face darkening. Ba Dao Men? But what was strange was that the sword intent just appeared and then suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pressed it down with a finger. "Ok?" There was a gleam of light in Song Lin's eyes. Then, as if he thought of something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was full of confidence, and also filled with...endless murderous intent. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" A burst of crazy laughter came from the water. Nangong Jie... was crazy. Under Song Lin's provocation, he had completely fallen into madness and was heading towards a dead end. "Qingmu is a god, and all things will be killed!" A hoarse voice sounded. Strong winds blew violently, and the green wood energy turned into a fierce murderous aura that tore everything apart. "What's going on! Can he also explode?" Song Lin frowned. In front of him was a former God's Mansion, he clearly felt the difference in strength between the two. He was not panicked just now because he was confident. And now. He truly felt a life-and-death crisis. "You think you can be so proud of yourself for forcing me to this extent. Yang Qingyuan - die!" Countless green wood energy turned into a murderous tornado, which looked like a dragon and a pillar of heaven. That terrifying power is not inferior to the natural force of heaven and earth from the Nine Springs Water Pillar. "Then...let's try it." Song Lin's clear and bright voice came. He suddenly retreated into the Jiuquan water column, allowing his body to be squeezed by the huge force of the ten thousand tons of water column.

Reach out and lead. Suddenly, countless water vapor condensed and gradually turned into an ice spear in his hand. this moment. In the Jiuquan Waterfall, two huge pillars, one of water and one of wind, and the two figures within them became the focus of countless people's attention. 　[Awesome! Thank you Jingtao for the 16 monthly tickets! You are so talented...but why are there only 9 tickets on the list? ] 　　【Thank you for your monthly ticket support these days. 】 　　[Anything else? I still want more! Please, godfathers, fill me up QvQ]

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