Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Six: The Falling Sun and Everything Turns into Ashes
In Eastern Europe, the edge of a famous sword basically means an unrivaled edge.
Qin Xilai, the dark swordsman of Eastern Europe, rarely leaves Eastern Europe.
Before the collapse of the Polar Alliance, things were calm in Eastern Europe.
So almost no one has seen Qin Xilai take action.
Even when the Qin people are in trouble, the Polar Alliance supported by them often steps in to solve the problem.
The reason why Qin Xilai was ranked first on the holy list was probably because he had the honor of challenging the Sword Emperor Wang Tianzong three times and retreating unscathed.
Only a few people know that this ranking is watery.
This year’s rankings on the God List are inherently watery.
Li Tianlan, who is ranked ninth, directly pushed Qin Xilai, who should be ranked fifteenth on the divine list, to the holy list.
But even if Qin Xilai is ranked at the bottom of the divine list, this is still not his strength.
Jiang Qiansong is convinced of this.
South America's Jiang family has been cooperating with Requevia for a long time.
Rekovia's main competitors in Eastern Europe are the other three major families in Eastern Europe.
Therefore, the Chiang family in South America has a lot of information about the other three major families in Eastern Europe.
This information was enough to convince Jiang Qiansong that Qin Xilai already had the strength to join the God List.
It was precisely because of this that Jiang Qiansong wanted to quit.
There was already a usurper within the Rekovian family, and the usurper turned to Li Tianlan.
The Qin people also sided with Li Tianlan.
Qin Xilai stood here, together with Li Tianlan and hundreds of elite Xuanyuan Sword troops.
Jiang Qiansong had to leave.
Although he felt that he still had a chance of winning, in the current situation, the risks had gradually exceeded the possibility of victory.
The shrill whistle pierced the night sky, and Jiang Qiansong became increasingly anxious.
He really can't give up nigga.
Facing Qin Xilai's attack, Jiang Qiansong did not counterattack at all and focused entirely on defense.
His eyes were always fixed on the ruined castle.
There is a battle outside the castle.
There was also fighting inside the castle.
The entire castle looks extremely dilapidated, but entrenched in the mountains, it still looks like a huge monster.
But now the whole body of this monster is trembling and shaking violently. The battle inside the castle has spread from the inside to the outside. Large areas outside the castle are constantly shattering, and smoke and dust are filling the air, almost covering the night sky. Jiang Qiansong
I had no idea how intense the fighting inside would be.
Advance or retreat?
Jiang Qiansong began to hesitate like never before.
He could feel that the nigger was not approaching him during the whistle, but was getting further and further away from him.
This shows that the current niggas are completely unable to control the battle with Li Tianlan.
Li Tianlan is suppressing niggas?
Jiang Qiansong felt a little ridiculous, but he couldn't help but think about the consequences of this situation.
His choice now is actually very simple, not retreat but advance, use the fastest speed to get rid of Qin Xilai briefly, and join the black ghost.
The combination of his absolute defense and the nigger's absolute attack is the best chance of winning tonight's battle.
And if the two of them don't fight and work together to break out, it's almost a sure thing.
But he wasn't sure what the black man's state was like under Li Tianlan's suppression.
If a nigger is seriously injured, if he does not advance but retreats, his last escape route may be blocked.
He didn't want the nigger to die.
But the most important thing is that he himself does not die.
The nigger is dead, Chiang Kai-shek is dead, the Chiang clan in South America will directly withdraw from the game in Eastern Europe, and the vitality of the headquarters will be greatly damaged...
The consequences of this are serious.
But in such a consequence, if he himself died, the Chiang clan in South America would not be seriously injured, but would be at the end of their rope.
Jiang Qiansong knows this very well.
So when the black devil's battle was already going bad, Jiang Qiansong didn't know whether he should persist or give up.
The sharp sword light became more and more dazzling in front of him.
The sword energy soared into the sky.
The realm around Jiang Qiansong has been torn apart and extremely deformed.
Jiang Qiansong, who was holding on to his domain to deal with Qin Xilai's attack, subconsciously took a step back.
This step is small, but extremely subtle.
The moment her footsteps landed, Jiang Qiansong already noticed something was wrong.
It was an indescribable feeling, as if at this moment, even the surrounding air had solidified, and there was an indescribable danger in all directions.
Jiang Qiansong suddenly raised his head.
The sword light disappeared from his sight.
Qin Xilai's figure appeared in his eyes without any obstruction, extremely clear.
Qin Xilai is not the only one who is clear.
Suddenly, Jiang Qiansong found that the one hundred Xuanyuan Sword elites surrounding him had become extremely clear.
Their positions seemed to have moved, but also seemed not to have moved.
The very small changes were completely covered by the frozen silence. Maybe it was just a step, but it had quietly turned into an extremely weird formation.
At this moment, in front of the castle, every elite member of the Xuanyuan Sword troops was clearly visible.
Qin Xilai stood in the middle, so clear that it was almost dazzling.
Dark Sword Master.
Super elite force.
The two sides seemed to be completely connected in an instant, forming a sword formation that could repel everything and tear everything apart.
Jiang Qiansong stood in the center of the sword array, looking out of place.
The sword of the Lin Clan.
Li's sword.
The sword of the Qin clan.
In the same vein, this is the most powerful and domineering sword intent in the dark world.
Surrounded by this kind of sword intent, Jiang Qiansong could only think of four words.
Those who oppose me will perish!
The sharp sword edge began to rise slowly.
In an instant, from all directions, hundreds of elite Xuanyuan Sword troops gathered all their strength involuntarily towards the sharp sword.
The pressure as majestic as the sea howled and filled the world, pressing towards Jiang Qiansong, and finally gathered on the sharp sword edge.
Qin Xilai's movements became slower and slower, as if he was bearing an unbearable weight.
The huge force went from dispersion to convergence, locking Jiang Qiansong in place.
Jiang Qiansong could only take the sword forcefully.
It was only now that he truly understood Qin Xilai's plan.
All previous attacks were just forcing him to adjust his position.
Qin Xilai never thought of fighting with him.
All he wants is this sword.
One sword determines the outcome!
This is the standard Lin Clan style.
This is also Li's style.
Qin Xilai's face turned pale as the strength gathered.
The sword formation of Xuanyuan Sword troops is becoming more and more perfect.
Double-digit Thunder Realm masters and dozens of Fire Realm peak masters formed a formation.
With invincible masters as the core.
Even Qin Xilai himself could not bear such a huge power.
His figure gradually became illusory and transparent, but the surging power in the sky continued to gather, turning into a crazily flowing sword intent.
The messy sword light gathered and boiled in Qin Xilai's hand, tearing the sky apart.
In front of Jiang Qiansong, everything had completely disappeared, leaving only the sword light flying in his eyes.
The sword light rushed into the sky and fell to the earth, seeming to outline something.
Faintly, an indifferent figure appeared in front of Jiang Qiansong, as if he didn't exist.
The shadow was so blurry that it was difficult to even form a complete outline.
But the sword intent in the sky completely went into riot with the appearance of this shadow.
The sword's intention flew, as if tearing the heaven and earth apart.
It was an illusory shadow without charm or even outline.
The shadow seems to be holding a sword in its hand.
In the endless light, the sword was simply raised.
Then.
Straight thrust.
Simple slow movements.
But the moment the sword shadow moved forward, all the sword light was condensed into the sword and shadow.
The sword instantly lit up.
The shadow was also clear for a moment.
It was a slender, resolute, yet extremely fierce figure.
Jiang Qiansong seemed to see a golden mask.
Suddenly, Jiang Qiansong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The shadow that was clear for less than half a second completely disappeared.
Qin Xilai's figure appeared in front of Jiang Qiansong.
Jiang Qiansong finally recognized this sword, or in other words, recognized the starting position of this sword.
Fifteen of Swords·Reincarnation!
This sword starts with Sword Fifteen.
What reincarnates is the sword intention other than Sword Twenty-Four.