Yan Ling sat upright in the Yeting Palace, gathering his mind into his body, turning his essence and blood, and nourishing his body, hoping to reach the peak tonight and challenge Master Yijian Master Cai Lin.
Tonight, Li Yuan specially held a banquet in the Taiji Palace to welcome Kou Zhong. At that time, all forces would attend the event, but Yan Ling learned from Xu Ziling that Fu Cailin would not attend. At that time, Yan Ling could go alone.
Facing Fu Cailin.
Darkness slowly enveloped the earth, the lights in Chang'an Imperial City were brightly lit, and people from all directions rushed to Tai Chi Palace. At this time, Yan Ling quietly left Yeting Palace and went straight to Lingyan Pavilion.
Lingyan Pavilion is one of the symbols of the Tang Dynasty. After Li Shimin ascended the throne, he rated the famous twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, which made all officials from then on feel proud to have entered Lingyan Pavilion.
But at this time, Lingyan Pavilion did not have a special status for later generations, and Master Yijian from Goryeo lived here.
Yan Ling carried a spear on his back and strolled from Yeting Palace to Lingyan Pavilion. Smelling the agarwood scent wafting from Lingyan Pavilion, Yan Ling stood at the entrance of Lingyan Pavilion, released his restraints, rose to the sky with momentum, and declared to Fu Cailin
own existence.
"Who are you?"
A voice full of vicissitudes of life came from Lingyan Pavilion.
Yan Ling stepped into the courtyard of Lingyan Pavilion and replied loudly: "General Lingyun of the Tang Dynasty, come to learn the master's tricks."
Yan Ling's decision to come here to challenge Fu Cailin was made after serious discussions with Li Shimin and others. Fu Cailin took advantage of the situation when Song Que and Ning Daoqi were both injured to come to challenge, with impure motives. Yan Ling wanted to make Fu Cailin understand Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Central Plains.
, how can a mere Goguryeo stir up trouble in the Central Plains?
"It turns out that he is the number one master under King Qin. No wonder he is so powerful!"
A group of people slowly walked out of Lingyan Pavilion. The first person was a man in white with long hair shawl, and behind him were a group of women in plain clothes, all of whom were extremely gorgeous and had an exotic charm.
Yan Ling looked at Fu Cailin carefully and found that the legendary Master Yijian was actually an ugly person. His facial features were a little different from those of ordinary people, let alone being together, making people feel awkward at first sight. Fortunately, Fu Cailin
With a burly figure and a magnetic voice, he is not useless at all.
But after all, Yan Ling is not a person who judges people by their appearance. As one of the three great masters of martial arts, Fu Cailin must have his own merits. Thinking of this, Yan Ling held the spear in his hand with his backhand and said with concentration: "I have heard for a long time that Master Fu Yijian
This technique can predict the enemy's opportunities. I wonder if I can show it to you?"
After saying that, Yan Ling pressed forward with an iron-blooded aura. Fu Cailin felt a smell of blood rush into his heart, but the girls behind him were safe and sound, which showed Yan Ling's exquisite control.
Fu Cailin's eyes narrowed. Although he knew that Yan Ling was not weak, Yan Ling's performance was still beyond his expectation. Fu Cailin couldn't help but pull out the long sword at his waist, and with a tilted finger, he eliminated Yan Ling's overwhelming aura.
It's empty.
Seeing that Fu Cailin was ready to fight, Yan Ling stopped talking nonsense and thrust his spear straight into the air. The light of the spear filled the sky in an orderly manner, as if thousands of troops and horses were spread across the void.
Fu Cailin's pupils dilated, his mind became empty, he regarded the world as a chessboard, and Yan Ling's spear light was the chessboard piece. Fu Cailin penetrated all the weak points, and the long sword volleyed in the air, and all the swords and swords were focused on the weak points of Yan Ling's spear light, and Yan Ling attacked
Turn into nothingness.
Then Fu Cailin soared into the air and hit Yan Ling's vitals directly when the power of Yan Ling's spear was exhausted. This is the Yi sword skill that is famous in the martial arts world. Everything in the world is in his heart. Every move of the enemy is not unexpected, and the enemy is defeated invisibly.
However, Yan Ling is completely different from the enemies Fu Cailin has encountered before. Yan Ling once had a glimpse of the sincerity of Chinese martial arts, and had a mysterious sense of unknown dangers. Others were completely unable to figure out the attacks of Yi swordsmanship.
point, but Yan Ling had a vague feeling.
"bite!"
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided with each other, like the tip of a needle against a wheat awn.
At this moment, the use of Qi by both parties was fully demonstrated. The Qi in Yan Ling's body continued to circulate, forming wave after wave to hit Fu Cailin. Fu Cailin's mind was infinitely relaxed. The movement of Qi on Yan Ling's spear could not be hidden from Fu Cailin at all.
His ears and eyes were resolved one by one.
"Ding ding ding!"
Fu Cailin's Yi swordsmanship emphasizes prediction, while Yan Ling's gun skills are simple and simple, just like returning to the truth and simplifying the complex. Even if Fu Cailin predicts Yan Ling's attack route, there is no way to win with one strike, because simplicity means that
It's simple, you can instantly change your breath and change your moves.
Between the light of swords and the shadow of guns, a fierce battle unfolded in Lingyan Pavilion. Yan Ling and Fu Cailin's movements were quick and sharp, and all their moves were as fast as they touched, and no one else could even see their figures clearly.
The figures of the two people suddenly separated, and there was a sudden movement that turned into silence. Yan Ling's face had a trace of blood, and Fu Cailin's breathing was also a little quick. It was clear that he was about to meet a good talent and an opponent.
Suddenly, Fu Cailin's figure moved, and his whole aura disappeared from Yan Ling's induction, leaving only a flash of cold light. This was the first time that Fu Cailin took the lead, and he no longer used the Yi Swordsmanship to preempt others as before.
Yan Ling knew that the bitter battle had just begun at this moment, because Fu Cailin would no longer despise him and had already treated him with the strength of a grandmaster. The brilliant momentum that followed the cold light was proof of this. It was Fu Cailin's spirit as a grandmaster.
The domain, like Song Que's Heavenly Sword artistic conception, has invincible power over the warriors under the Grand Master.
But this is not the first time that Yan Ling has faced the mental impact of a master-level master. What's more, Fu Cailin's spiritual conception is a divine conception that predicts the enemy like a god. The impact is not as domineering as Song Que's Heavenly Sword conception, which regards all things as ants. Yan Ling
Ling Tiexue's artistic conception soared to the sky, and the aura of killing on the battlefield made Fu Cailin extremely uncomfortable, and there was also a trace of disharmony with the harmony between heaven and earth.
The gun light bloomed all over the sky again, and the surrounding space suddenly became unbearably hot. This was the unique spear light emitted by Yan Ling combined with the Wuxiang Tribulation Finger. It had both the sharp edge of the spear light and the concealed power of the Wuxiang Tribulation Finger.
If it were anyone else, it would be difficult to take over Yan Ling's unique spear brilliance, but Fu Cailin is different. To predict the enemy's opportunity with Yi swordsmanship, you must first understand the world and all things in your heart.
There is no escape at all, and it has no effect at all.
It has to be said that Yan Ling and Fu Cailin are in conflict with each other. If they want to decide the winner, they can only rely on hard power to see who can't bear it first.
"Boom! Boom!"
Just when Yan Ling's blood was boiling and he was immersed in the decisive battle with Fu Cailin, a violent explosion suddenly came from the distant Yeting Palace.
Yan Ling's heart was shaken, but Fu Cailin seized the opportunity and stabbed his shoulder with a sword, causing a blood flower to bloom in the sky.
"Yi's swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved. Let's fight today and save it for the future!"
Yan Ling stepped on Bagua, and his figure was blurred for an instant. When he finished speaking, he was already outside Lingyan Pavilion and out of the battlefield.
Fu Cailin stared at the blood dripping from the tip of the sword and did not pursue Yan Ling. He understood that even if he caught up with Yan Ling, he would not be sure of victory. This made him feel a little dissatisfied with God for the first time. Why are outstanding talents emerging in endless streams in the Central Plains? If this continues,
Do ethnic groups outside the Central Plains still have a place to survive?
When Yan Ling arrived at the Yeting Palace, fireworks were everywhere and it had already been destroyed. There was also a large group of people gathered in front of the palace gate. Yan Ling took a step forward and immediately heard Li Yuan's scolding.
"Unfortunately, the Li family has a rebellious son? I have tried my best to tolerate what you have done in the past. I don't care about you because of your repeated military exploits. How could I know that you have gone even worse, hiding firearms and plotting evil intentions?