As the heir of the Li family who is closely related to the Lin clan, it is impossible for Li Tianlan to be ignorant of the history of the Lin clan.
But looking into its origin, it had been too long and he had not read the extremely secret genealogy kept by the Lin Clan. It was also impossible for him to know what branches the Lin Clan had.
Qin people in Eastern Europe.
Is this super wealthy family, whose size and strength are not far from those of the Wang family and the Lin family in Beihai, a branch of the Lin family?
And it’s the first branch.
This means that they were the first people to come out of the Swiss Forest Tribe after the establishment of the Lin Tribe.
It also means...
This is the direct descendant of Xuanyuantai Patriarch!
If this is true, then no matter what the Qin clan's surname is, they are indeed the same family as the Lin clan.
Lin clan.
Qin people.
Li Tianlan's heart was filled with ups and downs.
The Lin Clan has been hiding in the world for a long time. This time, with the help of the Qin Clan, it reaches Eastern Europe. How much trouble will this behemoth that has lived in seclusion in Switzerland for hundreds of years cause?
"This is impossible!"
Jiang Qiansong seemed to have been hit the hardest.
His face was completely distorted in an instant, becoming extremely terrifying, with a hint of unwillingness to fail.
This is an extremely wonderful and complex expression with rich meanings.
"You...you..."
Jiang Qiansong pointed at Qin Xilai and Li Tianlan, his face turned livid, then purple-red, and finally black-red.
"you..."
His fingers pointed forward with great force.
In an angry tone, as he moved forward with his fingers, he was followed by a dark sword light that was condensed to the extreme level of calmness.
The nigger stood beside Jiang Qiansong and fell completely silent.
The infinitely close to perfect power surged in front of Jiang Qiansong, impacting everything.
Nine feet in the world of mortals, stealing the sky and exchanging the sun!
The move that almost forced Li Tianlan to a desperate situation just now was called hiding from the sky and crossing the sea.
It was Jiang Qiansong who lent his strength to the niggas.
But now, in this way of stealing the sky and changing the sun, Jiang Qiansong borrowed the power of the black devil in an instant.
The ultimate defense and ultimate attack are infinitely close to perfect fusion.
Jiang Qiansong did not have a knife in his hand.
But as he pointed his finger, the void instantly shattered, the earth tore apart inch by inch, and ferocious ravines spread and twisted on the surface. The destructive power once again formed a black tide that shone with a dark luster.
The black tide overturns everything.
In Jiang Qiansong's sight, he and the nigger once again joined forces to strike with all their strength, directly covering every inch of space around Li Tianlan and Qin Xilai.
Power is vibrating everywhere, destroying all matter.
Qin Xilai wanted to delay.
Li Tianlan wanted to delay time.
The situation is like this. The longer it is delayed, the more beneficial it will be to them.
But Jiang Qiansong didn't want to delay time.
So he expressed his anger with the most realistic expression and at the same time used force.
This was a sneak attack.
There was no warning, but the killing intent was overwhelming in an instant.
Li Tianlan didn't move.
Qin Xilai didn't move.
Even the Xuanyuan Sword troops standing quietly near the castle did not move.
The overwhelming power swept over Li Tianlan and Qin Xilai.
It's an almost unstoppable blow.
Blood spurted out from both of them.
The edge of the famous sword is broken inch by inch.
Qin Xilai's body was completely twisted by the power and exploded into a blood mist that filled the sky.
Fallen stars fall to the ground.
Li Tianlan's body was shattered bit by bit with blood.
The overwhelming power wiped out the genius and the sword master, and slowly dissipated in the surge.
The expression on Jiang Qiansong's face relaxed a little.
The black tide has completely passed.
The night sky became silent again.
Then...
In the other direction, Jiang Qiansong drove to Qin Xilai and Li Tianlan.
Qin Xilai stood there, still looking cool and wild.
Li Tianlan's eyes became increasingly scarlet, and he looked extremely strange.
When the black tide swept in front of the two of them, they didn't avoid it at all, but seemed to have never moved at all.
Jiang Qiansong's mind went blank for a moment.
He didn't know what was going on.
Qin Xilai looked at Jiang Qiansong quietly, as if he was looking at an idiot.
Everyone in the castle was also looking at Jiang Qiansong.
His eyes also looked like he was looking at an idiot.
In everyone's sight, Jiang Qiansong just reached out and pointed forward at the space in front of him, followed by an earth-shattering blow.
But the direction covered by that blow was at least fifty meters away from Qin Xilai and Li Tianlan.
It was an indescribable picture.
In such a serious and cruel battlefield, as this blow fell, it turned out to be a bit embarrassing.
Jiang Qiansong's hand still maintained the pointing posture forward.
He raised his arms and said nothing for a while.
Qin Xilai tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "Oh, did you hit it crookedly just now?"
He shook the edge in his hand and said, "Are you trying to make a sneak attack?"
"The accuracy is so bad."
"As you get older, are your eyes hard to use?"
"..."
A mouthful of blood flowed down Jiang Qiansong's chest into his throat, and he swallowed it alive.
His face truly turned livid, and his mood became extremely irritable.
Looking at Qin Xilai, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hypnosis?"
This is the most likely possibility.
Although this speculation is also somewhat incredible.
"Hypnosis?"
Qin Xilai twitched the corners of his mouth.
In the silent night, Jiang Qiansong clearly saw a hint of frivolity in the curve of the corner of his mouth.
"Ancestor Linglong."
The famous dark swordsman in Eastern Europe said calmly.
A trace of doubt flashed across Jiang Qiansong's eyes.
Time has really passed too long.
He has no idea who Linglong is.
But Li Tianlan understood it in an instant.
The ancestor of the Lin clan who founded Xuanyuan Terrace was named Xuanyuan.
And his wife is Linglong.
The first Middle-earth man to rival the Western Popes in the spiritual realm hundreds of years ago.
The spiritual field is vast and profound, and so-called hypnosis can only be said to be a part of the spiritual field.
There is no realm in this field, or in other words, there is only one realm.
Transcendent state.
Nowadays, the Pope is the only one in the world who can reach this level in the spiritual realm.
Qin Xilai had not reached the transcendent realm in the spiritual realm, but he used some small means to deceive Jiang Qiansong's perception in an instant. Although this was not easy, it was not as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Jiang Qiansong took a step back calmly.
Concealing the truth and changing the situation are the essence of Jiuzhang Hongchen.
Whether it is borrowing power or being borrowed, it is exquisite and unparalleled.
But such a unique skill also comes at a high price.
He and the nigger fought with all their might twice.
To reach that state of being infinitely close to perfection, you need to expend more energy than you would under normal circumstances.
Two shots were taken, but the first blow did not kill Li Tianlan.
The second blow became an extremely embarrassing joke.
Now that he and Nigga are no longer in peak condition, what they need to face now is the Dark Sword Saint Qin Xilai in his heyday, Li Tianlan who is seriously injured, and at least a hundred Xuanyuan Sword's super elites and Lei
Kvya Castle.
There is still a chance of winning.
But the risks involved have vaguely exceeded the bottom line that Jiang Qiansong can bear.
He is known for his defense. What he hates most is being aggressive and what he likes most is being safe.
But the current situation is not appropriate.
Advance or retreat?
Li Tianlan and Qin Xilai did not give Jiang Qiansong a chance to hesitate.
Li Tianlan took the initiative to break the delicate silence. He glanced at Qin Xilai and said calmly: "Can you?"
Qin Xilai was stunned for a moment. In his sight, Li Tianlan, who was covered in blood, was extremely red and dazzling.
"It's okay to pester Jiang Qiansong."
He said slowly: "But you can do it?"
Li Tianlan didn't speak. He was not a talkative person, and he didn't like to talk nonsense on the battlefield.
His body was still bleeding with his muscles completely tightened, but the bleeding speed was much slower.
He stepped out in one step and was directly in front of the nigger.
The nigger narrowed his eyes.
He opened his mouth, thinking he should say something.
"you..."
He just said the first word.
But Li Tianlan, who no longer wanted to delay, didn't say a word.
He didn't even slow down.
One step down.
Then comes the second step.
"boom!"
The entire castle ground shook.
The lingering sound of the nigger is still spreading.
But Li Tianlan and the nigger were no longer in everyone's sight.
The wind all over the sky suddenly howled.
As sharp as a knife.
The nigger's body tensed up instantly.
In his sight, there was only a pair of scarlet and crazy eyes.
Those are a pair of eyes without any reason or unnecessary emotion.
The eerie red light was flickering slightly.
The attacks like a violent storm all burst out in an instant.
There is only violence.
Only madness.
This is also a unique skill.
But it is a secret skill that niggas are not familiar with.
This unique technique comes from the most declining martial arts force in Central Continent in recent decades.
Shura Dao.
Li Tianlan has not had much contact with Shura Tao.
But he came into contact with Hua Qingfeng, the leader of the Shadow Sect who split from Shura Dao.
For decades, the most important reason why Shura Dao has been so hostile to the Shadow Sect, besides Hua Qingfeng leaving Shura Dao, is that Hua Qingfeng also took away the most essence of Shura Dao's unique skill.