Chapter 405 Sword : Bitter SnailShui Qianrou's last message left Song Lin dumbfounded. "Cuckoo~" Shui Qianrou and Hou Yuanxi couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh when they saw this. It was the first time for them to see their little brother being so cute and silly, it was really interesting. Compared to the joy here. The people of King Cang's faction all had gloomy expressions at this time, and were filled with shock, fear, resentment, and all kinds of negative emotions. Cang Xinglie is dead! The spiritual roots were destroyed, the accumulation of several lifetimes was completely ruined, and everything had to start from scratch. Such a cruel fact deeply shocked everyone's heart. They wanted to kill Shui Qianrou on the spot to completely eliminate the trouble. But Shui Qianrou in this life is no longer the helpless wandering immortal of the past, but a true disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng. No one can touch her in public without a legitimate reason!

because. Behind her is the Donglin Fairy Cliff and the supreme Taoist heritage of the Donglin land. "Senior Cang, how did this battle go?" Ling Zhenzi asked with a smile on his face, knowing the answer. "You won. Continue to the second battle." There was no trace of smile on Cang Tianxun's face anymore, he said with a sullen face. today. They have completely disgraced the Cangwang clan! Cang Ruting and Cang Jiuge almost always lost when facing Hou Yuanxi, so it was beyond their expectations that they could get a draw. The only hope now is Song Lin. As long as I can kill him. All sacrifices are worth it! "Who of you will come to this battle?" Cang Tianxun asked directly. While speaking, he winked at Cang Ruting and Cang Jiuge. "I come." Hou Yuanxi took a step forward. Song Lin didn't say anything, but Cang Ruting and Cang Jiuge were the first to shout: "Song Lin, you weak-footed shrimp, can you only hide behind a woman?" "I'm not hiding either. If you dare to attack me, I will kill you today." "If you are a man, stand up. If you shrink back today, I, Cang Jiuge, will never look down on you in my life!" Qiang~ A snow-white fairy sword was unsheathed, and the bright sword light was like moonlight, attacking the two of them at the same time.

There was a bang. Cang Ruting and Cang Jiuge retreated together, their faces flushed, as if they had been slightly injured by the sword. Everyone present was suddenly shocked. Although Cang Ruting and Cang Jiuge's cultivation was not as good as Cang Xinglie's, the difference was not too big. Hou Yuanxi was able to injure the two with just a casual sword strike. If they use all their strength... as Shui Qianrou said, the three of them together will be no more than a chicken or a dog? Cang Tianxun's eyes were completely gloomy. The water in the east of Xianya is really deep, very deep. Seven thousand years have passed, and no one knows how many mortal immortals they have found. If the system of Qingyun Competition laid a solid foundation for the re-emergence of Donglin Xianya, then the master-disciple inheritance and fate selection of disciples accumulated endless foundation for it. The Cangwang clan wants to regain the glory of being the only one in the world tens of thousands of years ago, but they still have a long way to go! Just then. Song Lin suddenly said, "Senior Sister, I want to give it a try." Hou Yuanxi put away his sword and stood. He frowned and looked at Song Lin, saying, "Have you decided?" "Yes." Song Lin nodded slowly and brushed his palm across the blood-red blade of the Red Blood Demon Sword. He said, "I want to try out the two swords that I discussed with you half a month ago. In today's battle, I will only use the sword." Two swords. Instead of a sword. Hou Yuanxi seemed to be thinking about something. Then he nodded, retreated behind Song Lin, and left the battlefield to him. There was an uproar in Jiuzhangyuan. There were too many unexpected situations in today's battle. Wave after wave, it was extremely shocking. "What! They actually let Song Lin play?" "He is only at the Divine Mansion Realm!" "It's already a great feat to kill the golden body with the Divine Palace, but now you want to fight a life-and-death duel with a strong man at the Life Pill Realm? Are you really going to die?" "Brother Song, I think we should just forget it! Don't fall for their provocation." "Yes, yes! You are still young, and they have been practicing for hundreds of years. Using the Divine Palace to fight the Life Pill, there is absolutely no chance of winning." No one is optimistic about Song Lin. Even Xie Muxue, Chen Wanwan, Shui Qianrou, Ling Zhenzi and others couldn't help but change their expressions.

Only Hou Yuanxi. Standing silently behind Song Lin, like his strongest support. "Thank you for your help, Senior Sister." Song Lin turned his back to Hou Yuanxi and spoke softly. In this life's senior sister Jianya Xuanfeng, he saw a hint of Han Tuizhi's shadow. Two battles and two retreats. She could stand firm for her fellow students, or give in again and again for them, leaving the choice to them, and she would become their solid backing. "The cultivation levels of these two people are similar." Hou Yuanxi said in a flat tone, seemingly indifferent to Song Lin's words. He carefully introduced the two opponents' chiefs: "Cang Ruting is the last generation of the 'Xing' generation, and is now 323 years old. At the age of 45, he condensed the third-grade eight-armed thunder dragon golden body, and now he has been in the life pill for 30 years. His real name is the magic power - eight-armed thunder dragon." "Cang Jiuge is a descendant of King Cang, born in a humble family, with a name but no name. He is now 276 years old. Although he condensed his golden body at the age of 100, he had already entered the life pill 80 years ago." "The fourth level of the Golden Body, named Changfeng Jiuge, is a self-created Golden Body method that should not be underestimated. The Life Pill's magical power is the Formless Heavenly Wind, which can destroy a person's mind and slightly restrain your sword of mind." Hou Yuanxi's introduction to Cang Jiuge was obviously much more detailed than Cang Ruting's. Obviously, she thought that Song Lin should not choose Cang Jiuge when choosing an opponent. But she did not say it explicitly, and still gave the right to choose to Song Lin himself. Just like when they were on the Sword-asking Cliff, Han Tuizhi asked Song Lin to choose the Sword of Five Worlds. Although he did not recommend him to choose the Supreme Forgetful Passion Sitting and Forgetting Immortal Scripture, he still let him do it freely. this moment. Song Lin couldn't help but think of the last disaster - no regrets. If everything is really as he imagined, how cruel would their final ending be? At this time, the atmosphere on Jiuzhangyuan was unprecedentedly solemn. Everyone was waiting for Song Lin's choice, but he seemed to be lost in thought and did not speak for a long time. This scene. This made many people in Donglinxianya worried, and also gave hope to the people of King Cang. hesitate. It means there is no certainty. Song Lin is a sharp sword launched by Donglin Xianya, and it is even rumored that he is a "man of destiny". If we can send him to reincarnation today, all the sacrifices will be worth it! "Song Lin, have you thought it through?" The hot-tempered Cang Ruting couldn't help but shout. "Of course you've thought of me. I choose—" Song Lin raised the Red Blood Demon Sword, pointed it at Cang Ruting, then tilted the sword and said to Cang Jiuge: "I choose you." This time.

Not only was it beyond everyone's expectations, even Cang Jiuge was shocked. “They chose me!” Cang Jiuge's heart was shocked. Coming from a humble background and always cautious, he really didn't want to take action in such a place. But since Song Lin had chosen him, tonight - he could only go all out! huh~~ A strange wind suddenly blew through the night sky. Cang Jiuge smiled and said politely: "Fellow Daoist Song. Please show mercy during our sparring today." These words were spoken with sincerity and were completely different from Cang Xinglie's just now. "it is good.." Song Lin nodded and said, "Today, I will only use the sword." Say it. He swung the magic sword in his hand and took the initiative to attack. Everyone was in an uproar again and looked at each other. Everyone knows it. Song Lin has a hidden trick of flying knife. Facing Cang Jiuge who was at the Mingdan level, he actually emphasized that he only used swordsmanship. Is this hubris or confidence? Or... he wanted to push out his potential to promote that sword technique that existed in theory? Is it really worth it to bet his life on a sword technique? "Nine Songs of the Long Wind, with infinite changes!" "Holy Spirit Sword Art: Sword Eighteen." Two voices resounded through the night sky. Huhu—— The invisible raging wind swept across the heaven and earth, and instantly merged with the sword lights generated by the thousands of Gengjin wind, cloud and thunder. This was a strange battle, and it did not seem fierce on the surface. The visible sword light and the invisible wind intertwined and disintegrated each other, but they also concealed endless murderous intent. Cang Jiuge really didn't want to kill Song Lin, and he was reserved every time he attacked. But if Song Lin couldn't even handle the most basic life pill spell, he would have deserved it if he died here tonight. Just for a moment. The two have fought for more than ten rounds. Song Lin derived Sword Seventeen and Sword Sixteen from Sword Eighteen, and his sword skills gradually returned to their original simplicity, without being at a disadvantage at all. The extremely sharp Gengjin Fengyun Zhengang seems to be born with the ability to break the wind. Coupled with its degree of condensation, it is enough to rival the magic power of a fourth-grade golden body. Until it evolved into Sword Eleven. Song Lin finally couldn't hold on any longer. Because Cang Jiuge started to exert his strength.

Seeing how outstanding Song Lin was, the calm Cang Jiuge couldn't help but have a hint of jealousy in his eyes. The fourth-grade golden body is his weakness, and his skills are naturally inferior to others, which is also the reason why his status is far lower than that of the direct descendants of the Cang family. In fact, Cang Jiuge's talent is far beyond that of ordinary people. But just because of their background and opportunities, they have been lagging behind from the very beginning. In comparison. Song Lin, a man from the northwest, seemed to be born with good luck. He was only in his early twenties, but he was already able to fight with him. Anyone else would be psychologically unbalanced. Cang Jiuge is no exception. "Singing a long song, slowly and steadily. When the sky grows old, people will grow old easily..." A clear voice spread across the night sky. A breeze blew silently into everyone's hearts. Song Lin's extremely sharp sword light suddenly became slow and stagnant, and then his whole body's movements became as old and stiff, no longer as agile as before. If any sword move becomes like this, it will naturally collapse. it's time. Song Lin's eyes fixed. A dazzling light rose from his hand, like the rising sun above the sea, illuminating the mountains, sea, and sky, sweeping away all the haze in the world. Even the invisible breeze in the air is no exception. "Bitter snail!" Xie Muxue's eyes suddenly became sharp. This sword. Or rather, she had seen this knife with her own eyes. Back in the Giant Whale Gang, Song Lin used this sword technique to kill Xu Canghai, who was disguised as Xu Yunxiong, which completely shocked the world. now. This sword technique was integrated into the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, which immediately gave her a completely different feeling. The sword light was like a stream passing through the night sky, small but firm. The dark night sky was like the sea of ​​suffering, and the sword light was an unwavering determination to kill the opponent even if it cost one's life. Fight for the other side! in a blink. The extremely condensed golden sword light crossed the night sky and approached Cang Jiuge. The mysterious breeze could no longer cause any hindrance to it. Cang Jiuge narrowed his eyes subconsciously. In this bright and charming sword light, he seemed to see the end of the life he had been pursuing, the first ray of rising sun between heaven and earth, and a ray of hope! This is a sword technique that transcends the human world.

Transcending the mundane, rising above technical skill, it embodies an unwavering will. In this sword. He saw an extremely pure sword heart. I saw a sword that was transforming from mortal to immortal! "Sword Nineteen: Bitter Snail!" Song Lin's voice resounded through the night sky. 　PS: 　　Brothers, if you keep your day and night reversed, it will bring bad luck to your old age! 　　Fortunately, the updates are still there, but I can’t grasp the timing right now. 　　Crying~~

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