Chapter 227 Yang Qingyuan is offline, Song Lin is online His body melted into the Nine Springs Waterfall and he raised his hand to gather the ice at the figures in the two pillars reaching to the sky, not only the audience around Jiuquan Waterfall were dumbfounded, but even some gods who were watching the battle in the dark couldn't help but change their expressions. Nangong Jie has gone crazy. He did not hesitate to mobilize the five elements of the divine palace and launch a fatal attack. Could it be that Yang Qingyuan is also crazy? "Qingmu Shajian—go!" The green air turned into sword lights, covering the sky and the sun, vast and boundless. Countless people stepped back subconsciously. If they said that the power of this sword could kill everyone present, they would believe it! suddenly. An ice spear pierced through the Nine Springs water curtain and faced thousands of green wooden swords. The ice spear moved slowly and stagnantly, yet also seemed as fast as lightning. In a trance. Everyone felt that it seemed to transform from one to a hundred, to a thousand, to ten thousand, and then from ten thousand to a thousand to a hundred, and finally to one. It was like a light drop of water falling heavily into the deep sea, instantly raising endless waves.

With the smallest force, he leveraged the power of heaven and earth. It quickly grew from a weak flame into a world-destroying fire with the force of a prairie fire... It condensed the power of heaven and earth of the entire Jiuquan Waterfall and turned it into the sharpest edge in the world. this moment. Everyone around Jiuquan Waterfall seemed to have become supporting roles, with their eyes focused on that sharp edge. Such a short moment seemed as long as a century. Nangong Jie stared at the thousands of Qingmu evil swords, which shattered one by one in the void. When the strong wind blew, nothing was left. That stunning edge. It was as if the only core between heaven and earth, carrying the boundless power of the Nine Springs Waterfall, easily suppressing his evil sword, breaking through the boundless wind column, and falling on his heart. Pfft~~ The icy spear pierced through the heart, splashing blood, and then it turned into powder inch by inch and dissipated between heaven and earth. call-- The wind howled violently, then suddenly stopped. The towering wind column surrounding Nangong Jie suddenly dissipated at this moment. Everyone looked at his heart. Including Nangong Jie himself. The breath of life in his body quickly disappeared, as if blown away by the wind to an unknown distance. He is going to die. Died at the hands of a young man in the Gangqi realm. although. This young man is the most outstanding young man in this generation of martial arts, no... perhaps the most outstanding young man in the Jiuquan martial arts world throughout history.

but…… He still refused to give in! Why...why didn't he show his talent earlier when he was so outstanding! Why...why did he want to kill Nangong Ruyi, who was as insignificant as dust in his eyes! he does not…… Nangong Jie suddenly died, his eyes wide open and he fell backwards. It’s Song Lin. He stood in front of the Nine Springs Water Column and blew gently, which blew out the last spark of Nangong Jie's life. A hundred strikes on the prairie fire - overwhelming the city. This last blow also contains the meaning of setting the prairie on fire. [Obtained fate: Qingmu Jie] Following the prompts in his mind, Song Lin put away the Bloodthirsty Knife, turned around and walked back where he came from. His face was stern and expressionless. He used his inner energy to fight the God's Mansion and defeated it. However, he did not look happy at all. Nangong Jie is not a magician, nor is he Ye Qingyun. He actually didn't deserve this blow. pity. Song Lin was also not Li Yixiu. At this stage, he could only use this life-and-death attack which had not yet been completed. Because he had never experienced Li Yixiu's miserable life. Therefore, this attack is destined to be incomplete! Pfft~~ As soon as he stepped onto the ground, Song Lin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The body becomes limp and is about to fall down. After using his internal energy to pry open such a huge force of heaven and earth, he finally suffered backlash. "Brother!" Iris and others quickly stepped forward to support Song Lin, protecting him firmly in the middle, and looked at the people around them vigilantly. No one came forward. Song Lin's performance just now has impressed everyone. Even Dao Wuming, who once hated him to the core, did not have any thought of taking advantage of him at this moment. This is a man worthy of respect. A swordsman. A peerless genius who has not been surpassed for thousands of years. Such a person... should go to a higher place. At least he should not die in this world of Jiuquan! One by one, the figures stepped back subconsciously to make way for them.

Ye Liuyun, Iris and others hurriedly protected Song Lin and headed towards the inn. Wait until the figures of several people disappear in Jiuquan Waterfall. The quiet scene suddenly erupted into countless discussions, which could not be calmed down for a long time. What happened today is truly horrifying. I am afraid that in the next few decades or even hundreds of years, it will be a legend in the world. "I still don't understand why the wind column suddenly dissipated?" Dao Wuming suddenly sighed. His face was full of confusion. "because……" He Changfeng's face still showed a trace of amazement: "The wind is virtual, and the water is real. The two pillars that reach the sky, one virtual and one real, are as different as heaven and earth." This is exactly the technique he practices. That's why I understand more clearly the terrifying power contained in that blow. Use your own strength to leverage the power of heaven and earth. Nangong Jie's attack was not even worthy of carrying his shoes in front of him. at this time. A figure was silently looking at the roof, watching Song Lin's departing back. Jian Wuxin. No one knew when he arrived. It was as if he had already appeared on the scene when the two started fighting, and watched this shocking battle silently. He also heard the discussion between Dao Wuming and others. But what he was thinking about at this moment was the artistic conception contained in that strike and the superb technique. In the eyes of ordinary people, that blow was just a blow. But in Jian Wuxin's eyes. That strike contained the pinnacle of knife and sword skills, and was filled with a fiery love, as if to burn everything, pouring all the love for a person into it. but. He also clearly felt that this attack seemed to be somewhat unfinished. "I'm really looking forward to... the day when you can perfect this attack!" An unprecedented fighting spirit suddenly lit up in Jian Wuxin's eyes. - On the way to the inn. "What are you looking at?"

Tan Tai Xuanyin's words interrupted Song Lin's thoughts. "Jian Wuxin." Song Lindao. "It's him! He just came back again?" Tan Tai Xuanyin's expression suddenly became alert. "what happened to you?" Song Lin asked. "I doubt it..." Tan Tai Xuan Yin said. Song Lin suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter aggravated his injury, causing him to spit out blood again. "Is it okay!" Everyone exclaimed. "No, it's okay." Song Lin coughed twice and said, "Do you think he is the person behind this?" "Ah." Tan Tai Xuan Yin nodded heavily. "You know, actually in that battle on Yuntai... we didn't try our best." Song Lin said with a smile. "what?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this. It doesn't matter that he didn't use his full strength. Jian Wuxin...actually had reservations? "I can feel that he actually has another sword. The man and the sword are one, and his body has become the sword... For a moment, I felt that his entire body was about to turn into a sword." Song Lin murmured. A ray of light flashed across his face, and the consequences of the backlash of the power of heaven and earth were gradually emerging. But he still said: "This sword is completely different from the way of the Ba Dao Sect's soldiers and the way of forging swords with one's body at Cang Jian Mountain. It is the true path to the golden body... But I can also feel that this sword is not yet perfect." "Once used, life or death is unpredictable, and even he himself cannot control it." "So he is useless, just like when I faced Nangong Jie... the last blow." This is actually the case! Everyone looked at each other. Jian Wuxin's strength is much higher than they imagined. "Then if your final attack matches Jian Wuxin's sword... who will win?" Ye Liuyun said seriously. "Hard to say."

Song Lin shook his head slightly. "If it's just that one strike of 'Qingcheng', I only have a 40% chance of success. The greater probability is that both of us will die together." Two people died together? When everyone heard this, they were completely speechless. No wonder neither of them wanted to use their final moves in the ring. It's not a life-and-death fight, so there's really no need for it. Jian Wuxin understood what was going on, so he simply admitted defeat, which showed his magnanimity. How could such a person be so despicable and shameless, killing people all over the world for the sake of cultivation, and causing the woman who loved him to die to keep the secret. "That guy Jian Wuxin is actually so powerful." Ye Liuyun murmured. As a swordsman, he suddenly felt that there was a huge gap between him and them. Song Lin sighed, "People in the martial arts world say that the number one swordsman on the Black List... is a sword. I think his apprentice Jian Wuxin is almost going to reach this point." "On the path of cultivation, Jian Wuxin has actually walked ahead of me." Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Is Jian Wuxin’s sword really that powerful? of course. Song Lin hadn't said another word. In fact, his trump card is not only "City-shattering Strike", but also the equally unfinished Zongmie and Wushuang. And... the one he understood the most was also the one he experienced firsthand in the end when it turned into the Binglin Halberd in Li Yixiu's hands - Yixiu. Life is endless, but time is fleeting. He would not use this move unless it was the most desperate moment. It was just like the last move of the foolish sword - the way home. Isn't turning one's body into a spear also a way to a dead end? While talking. Everyone finally returned to the inn. And at this time. Song Lin's body was already shaky and he was almost unable to stand. Rays of light emanated from his body. That was not his own strength, but the power of heaven and earth that inadvertently invaded his body after he pried open the Nine Springs Water Column. Just a few tiny strands, but they are like the 'heavy water of heaven and earth', making it unbearable. This is the power of heaven and earth. Compared with the injury to the Divine Palace, it is countless times more terrifying and difficult to deal with. But at this time.

Song Lin and Tan Tai Xuan Yin looked somewhat worried. Although they won the battle, they still had something on their mind. It is almost certain that the person behind the scenes is not Jian Wuxin. So who else? Who on earth…didn’t they expect? "It's too late." Tan Tai Xuan Yin bit her lip, frowning. How to do. Yang Qingyuan was seriously injured at this time. How can she, alone, solve the problem of the mastermind who is about to condense the golden body? Kill Nalan Xianxian? She had tried it before, and it was impossible to kill him with ordinary strength. If the person behind the scenes found out... "Actually... we still have a chance." Song Lin suddenly grabbed Tan Tai Xuanyin's hand. He almost leaned on her to avoid falling down. "what?" Tan Tai Xuan Yin could not help but turn her head and look at his face that was so close to her. "Last chance." Song Lin said: "Do you still remember... the invitation from heaven and earth sent to Baihua Palace by the mysterious descendant of the Three Supreme Magic Masters?" "Ah." Tan Tai Xuan Yin nodded. Baihua Palace? It seemed as if an idea was about to jump out of her mind. pity. It's just a little bit missing, that flash of inspiration. But what she didn't expect was that Song Lin seemed to have some confidence at this time. "On September 18, the Hundred Flower Palace will be destroyed." Song Lin's weak voice continued to float into his ears, "If my guess is correct, tonight... he will definitely take action! If he really obtains the magician's inheritance... he will definitely... abide by this rule." "Who gave the heaven and earth... a greeting card... a meeting of the wind and clouds... a calamity in the troubled times..." The sound of Song Linti was faint in Tantai Xuanyin's ears. Even the people around him didn't hear clearly what he said, "I want to ask you... to do something for me... when the time comes... the first person to take action must be..." Puff~~ a puff of bright red blood splashed all over Tan Tai Xuan Yin's fair face. When she turned her head in a daze.

Song Lin fell down amid the screams of the crowd. dusk. An explosive news spread throughout Meizhou. The new Lord of Jiuquan - Yang Qingyuan. He was seriously injured and dying because of the counterattack against the Divine Palace. No medicine could cure him and he is still in a coma. That was the wound caused by the backlash of heaven and earth. It is a hundred times more terrifying than the injury to the Divine Palace! Now Jianzhai Zhenchuan is looking for elixirs from all sides to help him heal his wounds. But the hope is slim... According to the news spread by several famous doctors who were invited to treat the patient. This time. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would probably be half useless in the future. This is the price of using your inner energy to confront the Divine Palace. In the end, Yang Qingyuan paid a heavy price for his arrogance. A rising star, before it had the chance to shine for nine days... it had already fallen into the endless abyss in its glory. (End of this chapter)