Chapter six hundred and ninetieth divine arithmetic
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Lin Jile snorted coldly and retreated to Zhang Qian's side angrily. Although he was not convinced, he was unable to fight due to the blood boiling all over his body.
Wang Junlin had such a keen eye that he knew very well that Lin Miaoru was far more powerful than Lin Jile. However, if he could defeat the enemy like this, he thought for a while and said, "I've made it a deal, if I can't defeat you in the next three moves, I'll let Luo Gui No matter how hard you are, you will never break your promise."
Everyone on Zhang Qian's side suddenly laughed and laughed, obviously thinking that Wang Junlin was overestimating his own capabilities.
The Fenhe Gang and other travelers also buzzed. Psychologically, they were all on the same side as Wang Junlin, who was in the same boat, and were worried and regretful about his unwise decision.
You must know that the "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru is a famous master in Taiyuan City. She is also a master who has achieved great success. She is also in charge of the Taiyuan Casino and is well-known throughout the country. It is not easy to defeat her, let alone defeat her in three moves.
"Zheng!"
Lin Miaoru's sword was unsheathed.
Wang Junlin smiled and said: "Wait a minute!"
Zhang Gan looked sarcastic and sneered: "You want to regret it?"
Wang Junlin smiled calmly and said: "Senior, don't get excited, I'm just seeing if I can borrow a knife from someone."
Everyone was astonished.
If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your weapon. Even if the knives are made by the same blacksmith, they are different in weight, weight, bluntness and sharpness. Therefore, martial arts practitioners attach great importance to their portable weapons because they have not spent a long time to become familiar with and master the weapons. Characteristics will affect the performance of strength.
Wang Junlin now wanted to defeat the "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru in three moves. The importance of weapons was self-evident, but he even borrowed a weapon that was not suitable for him at the last moment. Before he could fully understand the characteristics of the weapon, he might be defeated in three moves. The number has passed.
Wang Junlin didn't use the Dragon Bird Knife, and he didn't even carry it with him, naturally to prevent his identity from being exposed. At this time, the ship's boss took off his saber, handed it to Wang Junlin and said, "Brother, let's see if this knife is suitable for me. "
Lin Jilei snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the ship boss's move.
"Thank you, Boss Du." Wang Junlin took the long knife, slowly pulled it out, sheathed it on the left and held the knife on the right. The sharp light in his eyes flashed away, turned around and covered Lin Jilei beside Zhang Qian, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what The outcome of today's incident has nothing to do with the Fenhe Gang. If I lose, I have no right to say anything. But if I win by chance, and your Taiyuan Gambling House is looking for trouble with the Fenhe Gang afterwards, I'm here I make an oath that no matter how big or small the matter is, I will take your life."
The moment he drew the sword out of its sheath, a sharp sword energy suddenly spread out from the long sword, attacking the enemy like an undercurrent. In conjunction with his passionate and decisive words, Zhang Qianfang's pupils shrank. , heart awe-inspiring.
Lin Miaoru, the "femme fatale" who bore the brunt of the attack, even changed his face slightly. He had never thought that someone could use the momentum of drawing a sword to send out such a powerful momentum. He immediately took a step back involuntarily, opened his sword stance, and fought against the opponent's invisible force. Really huge sword energy.
Zhang Qian was also distraught.
Lin Jilei was even more chilled by Wang Junlin's eyes. When the sword energy surged in, he had to take two steps back, and for a while he didn't even dare to say a rebuttal.
Wang Junlin knew that he had already subdued Lin Jilei, so he turned his attention to the "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru and pointed the blade in the distance.
Something strange happened.
The sword energy that had just enveloped everyone on Zhang Qian's side suddenly converged, and all of it enveloped Lin Miaoru alone.
Zhang Qian was shocked after all and shouted: "Miaoru, step back!"
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out the fly whisk.
At this time, everyone knew that Wang Junlin's martial arts was probably far beyond Zhang Qian's imagination, which made him lose confidence in Lin Miaoru's ability to take the opponent's three moves.
Lin Miaoru had such a high status and stubborn personality that she was not willing to admit defeat without passing a single move. She gritted her teeth and shouted: "Master, don't worry!"
The long sword made many sword shadows, turned against the enemy, struck suddenly, and spread overwhelmingly towards Wang Junlin, which was also full of power.
The magical arithmetic skills learned by Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu are not only about predicting the opponent's moves in advance, but also about mental arithmetic, accurately predicting the opponent's thoughts, and thus leading the opponent by the nose intentionally or unintentionally.
Therefore, every move and every word that Wang Junlin made just now was purposeful. In the end, Lin Miaoru was forced to take the initiative to attack. This was exactly what Wang Junlin wanted, because if Lin Miaoru remained on the defensive, he would still be able to defeat the opponent within three moves. I really can't guarantee it.
Lin Miaoru was initially forced to take a step back by Wang Junlin's inexplicable sword energy. As soon as she stood firm, she didn't expect that the opponent could gather all the sword energy and use it on herself. Suddenly, everything was in chaos. If she didn't counterattack, she would have no choice but to retreat. It was indeed possible. Kou Zi knew that she had also thought about focusing on defense and winning after resisting three moves. However, in the confrontation of momentum, she was completely defeated and took the initiative unknowingly. However, at this time, she also felt that I know I am definitely not Wang Junlin's opponent, I just hope that I can use my sword skills to withstand three attacks.
When masters compete, if their ambition is taken away and their confidence is damaged, their skills will naturally be greatly reduced, and Lin Miaoru is falling into the trap carefully laid by Wang Junlin.
Lin Miaoru was able to manage the Taiyuan Gambling House for the Wang family, and her talents were obviously not weak, but the gap between her and Wang Junlin in terms of combat awareness was huge.
Zhang Gan raised his fly whisk and chased after Lin Miaoru, intending to join the battle circle, but he was already a step too late. Wang Junlin took half a step back, and drew a beautiful arc in the air with the knife in his right hand, then struck the empty space with a light weight.
Lin Miaoru's sword power seemed to have been sucked out by him, leaving only a tangible and intangible gesture of feints. She even looked like she was about to rush towards his knife and die. She was so distraught that she couldn't even care about three moves. After three moves, he quickly withdrew his sword and retreated.
Zhang Qian walked forward and backward with her, passing by her, and the fly whisk flew towards Wang Junlin with a whistling force.
Wang Junlin thought it was a fluke. He had just used the magic of divine calculation to barely judge the direction of the opponent's sword, and frightened the femme fatale back without any bloodshed. At this moment, when he saw the fly whisk sweeping towards him, he used the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique without even thinking about it. The technique of force-cutting, pinpoint Zhang Qian's strongest point and slash him horizontally.
"puff!"
Zhang Qian's dust brush was chopped off by Wang Junlin with a seemingly random sword, and all the subtle changes were sealed at the same time. A sword energy that Pei Ran could not resist came through, and he groaned, although it was in his heart Even if he was extremely dissatisfied, he still had to be beaten back.
Wang Junlin's simple long sword slash was extremely skillful in Zhang Qian's eyes. He felt that he was both offensive and defensive, with no flaws to speak of.
Even with Zhang Qian's ability, he felt that to attack again under such circumstances would be to bring humiliation upon himself, so for a while he continued to take a step back, giving up the idea of counterattack.
At this time, the two sides returned to the initial confrontation situation.