Chapter 8: Bad luck

At the moment when Lin Qian dodged, at the entrance of the cave where he was originally standing, a series of swordsmans were trained from top to bottom.

Wow!

The hard ground was instantly chopped out of a crack that was more than ten thousand deep by this blade.

If Lin Qian hadn't dodged in time before and hit such a cut, I am afraid it would have been cut in two.

Lin Qian stood up, his soul power burst out, wrapped his body, staring at the direction of the cave entrance.

At the moment, at the entrance of the cave, a man with a black-edged red robe and a beard, carrying a **** knife on his shoulder, staring at him grinningly.

"Baodaomen!" Lin Qian twisted his shoulders and stared at the bearded man, "It seems that you found me long ago?"

"Hey, the little mouse is quite good at finding a hole to crawl." The bearded man raised his blood-red knife, and with a sharp wave, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Lin Qian in front of him. "Little mouse, do you have any last words to explain?"

The voice of the bearded man fell, and as soon as a dark shadow appeared in front of him, Lin Qian's figure was already close to him, and the right fist wrapped around his soul power hit his face.

The fist wind rang out a sharp howl, and the fist face wrapped in spirit power exerted unexpected pressure on the beard.

"Damn it!" Huo's expression on one side, the relaxed expression disappeared, he hurriedly raised the blood knife in his hand, and the fiery soul power wrapped the knife body.

After that, Lu Hu grabbed the right arm of the scarlet sword and waved it repulsively, cutting it down according to Lin Qian's fist.

boom!

A huge collision sounded, and the picture of the blade cutting Lin Qian's right fist did not appear as the beard had imagined.

On the contrary, there was a terrifying force on the **** sword in his hand, and he retreated several steps, and his right arm was numb.

Beard stomped his feet abruptly, unloaded his strength to the ground, stabilized his figure, and stared at Lin Qian with a gloomy expression.

On the opponent's right fist, he was cut frontally by the sharp blade of his **** big knife, but he was unharmed, but with a red mark. On the contrary, it was the blade of his blade that rippled like water.

"It looks like you, but you are only sixteen years old, but you have the cultivation base of the Ju Yuan realm. You don't rely on the soul soldier to arm, but the flesh can hardly arm the successful element." Hu shook his right arm and grinned." It just so happens that recently in Vientiane Sect there is a young man who has risen like a comet. His physical body is so scary that he can suppress the martial artist of Nirvana."

"And I am the second level of Nirvana. You can retreat me with a pair of flesh fists. It seems that you are the genius of the Vientiane Sect: Young Emperor!"

Lin Qian said silently to the beard in front of him, which was considered a disguised acknowledgment. The opponent was the cultivation base of Nirvana, he had already noticed it.

Obviously, he has used the Hidden Breath Talisman, he will already be discovered, the other party can only be in Nirvana!

As for the title of his young emperor, it is entirely because of his master.

And the reason that made Lin Qian truly silent was that the information from the Badaomen was incorrect!

According to the news that should be sent back to the Vientiane Sect in the Badaomen, the Badaomen dispatched ten disciples in the Juyuan realm and 40 disciples in the Xingyuan realm!

A group of disciples of this realm would be more than enough to deal with the Bai family and the Ye family who had only two soul martial artists in the form element realm.

But such a team is not worthy of Lin Qian!

But now, in this valley, Lin Qian appeared in front of him, a Nirvana Realm Tyrant Sword Sect Soul Warrior.

"The intelligence is wrong." Thinking of this, Lin Qian couldn't help taking a deep breath. Now he couldn't determine how many people came to Bashan City with the swordsman, and how strong they were.

"Liang Blade." At this moment, Lu Hu suddenly spoke and reported his name to Lin Qian, "I want to see if it is true that the rumored Young Emperor can defeat Nirvana with his body!"

When he uttered the nonsense that claimed to be Liang Ren, Lin Qian stopped thinking about other things and stared at the other person: "If this is the case, then you can try it yourself."

Liang Jian held the knife in both hands, standing in front of him, the blade facing Lin Qian's direction, and exhaling foul air.

boom!

In an instant, crimson spirit power emerged from Liang Ren's body, and strength suddenly burst from his feet, galloping toward Lin Qian.

"Drink!" As the beam blade of Nirvana, he was so fast, in the form of a red phantom, he rushed to Lin Qian in the blink of an eye.

And the **** broadsword in his hand was also from top to bottom, slashing across Lin Qian's forehead.

The crimson soul power was compressed and condensed on the blade. As the blood-colored broadsword was slashed towards Lin Qian by the beam, the blade was pressed down and cut the surrounding grass vigorously.

The broken grass flew like a green wave, rolling towards both sides.

Lin Qian was not afraid of fear, his complexion remained unchanged, and the white and clean soul power on his hands was even greater. When he made a fist, the air in his palm was squeezed!

The **** broadsword arrived as scheduled, and Lin Qian also blasted out with a punch, colliding with the blade.

Liang Ren felt that he was not slashing on Lin Qian's meat fist, as if he had slashed on the stainless steel, his hands were tingling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

With both arms waving constantly, the blood-colored broadsword dashed red trails in the aisle, cutting at Lin Qian one after another.

Liang Blade seems to be hacking, but it hides the rules.

At this moment, in front of Lin Qian, there were **** blades that fell towards him. And on the blood-colored blade that was split from the beam, the blood-colored blade was ejected from time to time.

The blade light that flew away from the blade is so powerful that Lin Qian must use his fists to resist it, and I am afraid he will also be injured.

Although these blade awns are easy to dodge, as long as they get out of the way. But if it were to dodge, the way of retreat would be blocked, and he could only forcefully accept the blade from the beam.

For a while, the situation seemed to be deadlocked.

"Since this beam recognizes me, I should know that although I am in the Ju Yuan realm, I have a huge soul power in my body and I am good at protracted combat. If you want to rely on this method to compete with me with the lost soul power, it simply won't work." With the blades cut in succession, Lin Qian stared in front of him, silently thinking.

Because of his tyrannical body and tough meridian, his dantian is also much larger than an ordinary warrior, and the soul power that can be accommodated is much more than that of a soul warrior of the same realm.

In addition, in the weird martial arts spirit in the body, even if it is not cultivating, it will spit out heaven and earth spiritual energy, and the confidence will turn into soul power to flow through the body.

Therefore, Lin Qian himself was not afraid of consumption, his soul power was extremely strong.

Lin Qian's soul power is strong, and his ability to fight for a long time is strong. With his name of the young emperor, it spreads. The beam in front of him can recognize him, it is impossible not to know.

boom! boom! boom!

Lin Qian's double fists collided with Liang Blade's blood-colored broadsword, constantly resounding, and he gradually retreated towards the valley.

"Understood, he wanted to delay time." In an instant, Lin Qian realized it suddenly, a little annoyed that he reacted.

Since the information is wrong, it is very likely that in this valley, besides Liang Blade, there must be other Nirvana Martial Artists.

Liang Ren's previous words and the use of this style of play seemed to want to wear and defeat himself, but in fact he was delaying time and waiting for the support of other tyrants.

"Then, I'll solve you first." Thinking of this, Lin Qian took a deep breath, took a step to the right, and shot out with a punch.

At the same time, the blood-colored blade light that blocked Lin Qian's steps fell from the top and collided with this punch.

Boom!

A dull collision sounded, and the **** knife beam was shattered by Lin Qian's fist, but on his right arm, he was cut with a stab wound, and blood flowed out.

This was Lin Qian's first injury when he collided with Liang Jian.

Seeing that Lin Qian would rather be injured, but also to break through his own blockade, Liang Ren understood that the other party had realized his intentions, and his face changed.

The violently discolored Liang Blade quickly turned the blade, the scarlet soul power on the blood-colored broadsword actually burned violently and turned into a flame sword wrapped in raging flames.

The moment the blade changed, the beam blade pointed at the ground and swiped towards Lin Qian from the bottom up.

"Flame Knife!"

Accompanied by Liang Blade's soft shout, the blade light formed by the hot flames instantly left the sword and flew towards Lin Qian.

At the same time, the blazing flames on the big scarlet sword in Liang Jian's hand disappeared, as if all were drawn away by the blade.

The blade light formed by the fiery flames galloped towards Lin Qian, and the ground wherever he passed was burnt to pitch black scorched earth.

The soul skill, the martial skill of the soul martial artist, and this blazing sword is the second-order beam blade of the Nirvana Realm, a sword with all its strength!

An ordinary warrior in the Xingyuan realm, facing such a sword light, has only one ending: burning to ashes.

Lin Qian is not an ordinary state of appearance.

Lin Qian's face flushed with the flame of the sword, about to slash at himself, his expression did not change at all, but he closed his fist at his waist, his soul power was crazily condensed, and his muscles continued to tighten.

"Tigers!"

At the moment when the flames of the sword were closer to Lin Qian, Lin Qian's eyes opened in anger, bursting into mouth, his fists paralleled, and he suddenly shot out.

Xu Bai's soul power broke out following Lin Qian's double fists, condensing a huge tiger head.

And the position of the tiger's mouth of this imaginary white tiger's head was exactly Lin Qian's double fists, invisible fist strength, rushing out of the tiger's mouth, head-on against the flames.

"Roar!"

The fist winds violently, like the roar of the beast king, the tiger roars in the mountains.

The blazing blade light that seemed to be able to burn everything out crashed under this howling and turned into sparks in the sky.

At the same time, the invisible fist strength that appeared with the howling sound also passed through the stunned Liang Jian in the red fluorescent sky.

"Puff!" Scarlet blood spurted from the edge of the beam, and he flew upside down into the hole behind him, and the **** knife in his hand fell on the ground.

Afterwards, the scarlet sword on the ground flashed with red light, turning into a palm-sized knife and a red metal ball.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, Lin Qian groaned, and the whole martial artist half-kneeled on the ground.

"Hahaha, Young Emperor, didn't you expect it?" At the same time, with a beam of blood overflowing at the corner of his mouth, he supported the cave wall and walked out of the cave slowly, looking at Lin Qian's face full of pride.

"At the time of Nirvana, Wuhun will awaken a variety of characteristics, and my sword soul happens to be fire poison, and the effect is paralysis." Liang Jian looked at Lin Qian who was half kneeling on the ground, and laughed loudly, "Now, I'm afraid you Is it because the limbs are weak and the soul power is difficult to condense?"

boom! boom! boom!

At this moment, the lake behind Lin Qian exploded three times, and three figures jumped out of the splashing water.

"Is it going to be planted here?" Lin Qian felt the three more Nirvana breaths behind him, and his mind sank to the bottom.

But at this moment, a voice appeared in Lin Qian's ears.

"Your Majesty, please hold on, the end will come to **** him immediately!"