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Chapter 79 Fighting the Sixth Grade Again (Six more, please subscribe)
"Master Deng, is there something wrong?"

Lin Qian couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, hadn't everything been resolved?

Deng Rui was also a little confused, so he only knew that the imperial decree was true, so he didn't want to think too much about it. Xuan Jingsi was originally a knife in the hands of Emperor Qianyuan.

Knives don't need to think about it.

"It is His Majesty's will to take the prisoner Lin Qian away and ask him to be executed at Caishikou tomorrow afternoon. If he resists, he will be killed without mercy!"

Cold and heartless words came out of Deng Rui's mouth.

The Xuanjing Si Lishi rushed over like wolves like tigers, especially Tao Feipeng, the general banner among them.

In the past few months, Lin Qian's reputation has become more and more famous, and he is about to soar into the sky, but he can't eat well every day, and he can't sleep well.

Until now, he is finally comfortable!
Clang!

A cold light flashed, and Tao Feipeng saw a head fly up, and blood poured all over his face.

"(＠_＠;)"

"How dare they take action against Xuan Jingsi and openly resist the order?"

Tao Feipeng's liver and gallbladder were torn, and he stepped back without hesitation. Lin Zhen is a seventh-rank martial artist, and he is not an opponent.

Deng Rui also admired Lin Zhen's courage. He killed Xuan Jingsi in front of him. In his eyes, Lin Zhen was already dead!

The other Xuanjing Si Lishi spread out in all directions, surrounding Lin Qian and Lin Zhen from afar.

Ruan Xiao drew his sword and rushed towards Lin Zhen. He was also a seventh-rank martial artist. He wanted to let this country boy know the difference between Xuanjing Si Baihu and ordinary martial artists!

Lin Zhen turned his head and looked at Lin Qian, then nodded, since there is no way out, let's find a way out!

【Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like a river with a clear light】

Lin Zhen greeted Ruan Xiao, but there was a faint thunder lingering on the long knife in his hand.

Swish!
A cold light flashed across, and Ruan Xiao's head flew high.

"What a quick knife!"

This was Ruan Xiao's last thought before his death.

Not to mention the blessing of Lin Qian's Confucianism, even in a head-on battle, he would not be Lin Zhen's opponent. Lin Zhen was able to chase down the existence of a sixth-rank wizard on his own.

Although with the help of advance arrangements, his own combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Seeing Ruan Xiao's head thrown flying, a sneer flashed in Deng Rui's eyes, he seemed to have expected this result.

Only then did he pull out the long knife at his waist.

The next moment, a red shadow flashed away and came to Lin Zhen.

when!
There was a loud noise, and a terrifying wave of air spread around, blowing the clothes that Lin Xinyun had just dried in all directions.

Lin Zhen blocked the knife, but his face turned pale.

Deng Rui was a little surprised that the other party was able to see through his knife. He had underestimated this kid before!

[Chang'an under the westerly wind and falling leaves, flying dysprosium]

This time, the Shuiyun brush had already appeared in Lin Qian's hands. He used his Confucianism in poetry, and because of the blessing of heaven and stars, his power was often even better.

The next moment, Lin Zhen's figure flashed, and he also pulled out an afterimage, which appeared behind Deng Rui, with the long knife in his hand flying like an arrow, unstoppable.

Flying dysprosium!
Deng Rui felt a bit of coolness on his back, "Such a fast movement, such a sharp knife!"

Even if he was a sixth-rank martial artist, he didn't dare to take the knife head-on.

With a flash of his figure, Deng Rui stepped aside from the knife and went straight to Lin Qian. To capture the thief first, he would capture the king first, so that he would not foolishly fight Lin Zhen head-on.

[Ants are attached to locust trees to exaggerate the country, but it is not easy to say that an ant may shake a tree]

Lin Qian had been prepared for a long time, a big tree rose from the ground, and instantly grew into a thick and towering tree, protecting Lin Qian in the trunk.

Snapped!
It's like chopping down the trunk of an old tree, and the long knife is embedded in it, but it can't be cut in two.

Before Deng Rui could exert his strength, Lin Zhen had already arrived behind him.

For a moment, the three of them tossed and turned in the small courtyard, unexpectedly no one could do anything to the other.

The Xuanjing Si Lishi on the side could only watch helplessly, Ruan Xiao from a hundred households was dead, and they could not intervene in a battle of this level.

Because Qianhu personally led the team, no one could have imagined that there would be an accident, so only Ruan Xiao and Baihu followed.

Of course, some smart guys have already turned around and left the small courtyard, and went to rescue soldiers.

Lin Xinyun looked at the three people fighting in the small courtyard, and her heart was also full of worries, but she didn't hesitate for too long, she quietly returned to the kitchen, jumped out of the window, and ran towards the east gate.

They have already discussed the escape route. The northern barbarians and Dagan’s enemies for generations are still the real culprits who killed their parents. ?
Although the Western Myriad Demon Kingdom also communicates with Dagan, it is a demon clan after all, and it is extremely repulsive to the human race.

So they have no choice but to go to the East China Sea. There is no unified country there. They are all people who fled or came here for other reasons. The small islands formed are the most suitable places for them.

What Lin Xinyun didn't notice was that when she retreated into the kitchen, Tao Feipeng in the courtyard noticed her.

After watching the battle in the courtyard, Tao Feipeng turned around and left the courtyard gate, turned the corner quickly, saw a beautiful figure disappearing in the alley, and then chased after it without hesitation.

In the small courtyard, a cyan flying sword was tossing and turning, staring at the tiger in the mid-air, and when it saw the opportunity, it would suddenly come from behind Deng Rui.

As Wang Zhuan's disciple, Lin Qian naturally wanted to study this flying sword Confucianism. In addition to its amazing power, it is also very handsome!
At first, Deng Rui was able to see the opportunity to attack Lin Qian, but he was blocked by the big tree that seemed to be cut down forever. Of course, this defensive Confucianism couldn't stop the attack of a sixth-rank warrior, but every time he could only With the power of half a blow, Lin Zhen entangled him like a necrosis, so he had to set aside part of his energy to guard against him.

Although he is a sixth-rank warrior with copper skin and iron bones, ordinary people can't break his defense with a knife, but the long knife in Lin Zhen's hand, under the blessing of Lin Qian's Confucianism, posed a great threat to him, making him unstoppable. Careless defense.

Slowly, after Lin Qian pulled out the blue light flying sword, Deng Rui fell into a passive and beaten situation.

Every time he pushed Lin Zhen away, the blue light flying sword would see the opportunity to attack, and when he finished dealing with the flying sword, Lin Zhen had regrouped and rushed forward again!

"Both of these brothers are monsters!"

Deng Rui felt aggrieved. He had encountered many strong enemies since he practiced martial arts, but it was the first time he was beaten by two seventh-rank professionals.

Now he suddenly understands that the Wu Clan fifth-rank formation master who was besieged by them in the school before was aggrieved, because Lin Zhen and Lin Qian's way of fighting him at this time was not exactly the way he and Wang Zhuan cooperated at that time Copy it?

And this Lin Zhen's sword technique is tricky, and under the blessing of Confucianism, he is not much weaker than him. Lin Qian is even more like an iron king. Under the protection of defensive Confucianism, he is like a fortress. He is still immature, if he could control seven flying swords at the same time like Wang Zhuan, he would have been conferred the title long ago.

But after Lin Qian blessed Confucianism, this flying sword also caused him a lot of trouble.

"Are they trying to kill me?"

Deng Rui's face was gloomy, thinking of the fate of the fifth-rank formation master, he turned his head and slashed the flying sword flying behind him. He was already considering whether to run away first, call for rescuers, and then arrest Lin Qian and the two brothers.

After all, life is more important than face.

At the same time as he was chopping the flying sword, Lin Zhen had already trampled on him, fighting him again.

[Ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade, today I show you to the king, who will be unfair]

The flying sword that flew upside down just now seemed to have disappeared. Lin Qian performed Confucianism again and summoned a flying sword again.

What Deng Rui didn't notice was that the flying sword that was knocked into the air just now didn't disappear. Instead, when Lin Zhen stepped forward, he suddenly came behind Lin Zhen. Under Lin Qian's control, he followed Lin Zhen like a shadow. Shaking his back, he disappeared from Deng Rui's sight.

At the same time, another flying sword appeared in midair.

Lin Qian never said that he could only wield a flying sword. This was in the Fucheng, and the Xuanjing Yamen was only a few miles away, so they couldn't afford it!
(End of this chapter)