Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 118 Alliance
"What a strong sword intent!!" Yan Sheng was extremely surprised in his heart.

In this world, existences with such a powerful aura have names and surnames, and there is absolutely no possibility of such a strong person appearing out of thin air.

Therefore, he judged that this person was most likely to be a certain powerful person who came across the boundary.

The energy in his body surged, and he took a step forward, his figure turned into a red light, and he came to a place not far in front of Lin Qianjun in an instant.

The aura of the two confronted each other across the air and continued to climb, making the illusion of distortion faintly appear in the space.

"Your Excellency must be Yan Sheng, the True Lord of the Divine Fist." Lin Qianjun smiled, and immediately said: "Gu Taixu of the Martial Alliance is here to form an alliance."

Yan Sheng shook his head and said: "Wumeng, I haven't heard of it, but you just came here as a clone and want to form an alliance with my Shenquan Sect?"

Lin Qianjun couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he heard this.

Sure enough, even with the A-level ability that has reached the orange level, its avatar is still not as good as the trumpet avatar of the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds.

As long as it is the existence of the same level of strength as him, it is easy to judge that this is a clone.

It's also fortunate that it's not on the side of the fairy road, and the one on the opposite side is not too super-standard, otherwise people will take a look at you and follow the causal line and the like to calculate where your body is.

Lin Qianjun said to Yan Sheng: "Please forgive me, Master Shenquan, the lower body has other important matters. Although it is a clone coming here this time, it is also full of sincerity."

"Sincerity?" Yan Sheng snorted coldly, and said to Lin Qianjun, "Then let me see how much sincerity you have."

After saying that, he immediately punched him.

This punch pressed Lin Qianjun with a powerful momentum, but it didn't contain any killing intent, so it obviously meant more of a test.

Lin Qianjun was helpless, a reckless man on the side of martial arts is a reckless man.

He started fighting before he finished speaking, which was outrageous.

However, he can also understand that, after all, in this world where personal force is the mainstay, if the opponent does not have enough strength, it means that there is no equal status.

Lin Qianjun is still a clone, if he doesn't show enough strength, Yan Sheng really doesn't want to hear any more nonsense from him.

When the punch fell, Lin Qianjun's [Wang Chuan] sword also blocked it first, and it would neutralize the power attached to this punch.

But Yan Sheng didn't stop, but continued to punch the second and third punches.

During the battle, both of them consciously moved away from the Divine Fist Gate, and soon flew to the sky of this plane.

There are no living creatures here, and the surrounding area is completely empty, allowing Lin Qianjun and Yan Sheng to fight freely.

"bass!"

After fighting for a long time, the [Wang Chuan] in Lin Qianjun's hand finally came out of its sheath.

An indescribable majestic momentum suddenly spread.

On the other side, Yan Sheng's eyes were full of fighting intent, and his whole body was covered with a layer of red light like the smock of true essence, as if all his power had been liberated.

"Condensation!"

With a thought, energy surged out of Lin Qianjun's body, the space sword intent was displayed, and the surrounding space froze instantly.

"Crack~~Boom~!"

Just when Lin Qianjun was about to perform the subsequent sword style, Yan Sheng used brute force to break free from this restraint, and punched Lin Qianjun.

The infinite air pressure came with this punch, Lin Qianjun didn't have time to be surprised, and immediately used the Jinghong sword move to deal with it.

The sword light flashed away, and Lin Qianjun's sword also collided with Yan Sheng's fist.

"Bang~~"

The sharp sword and the invulnerable red fist shattered at the same time, Lin Qianjun and Yan Sheng used their strength to retreat at the same time.

This blow seemed to be a tie, but Yan Sheng was obviously stronger by three points.

After all, Lin Qianjun relied on the power of weapons, but Yan Sheng only relied on his own body.

After a pause, the two sides soon fought together again.

Lin Qianjun is now wearing Gu Taixu's waistcoat, so what stands out from his sword is a fast one.

At this speed, even the space is pierced, and its power is naturally very powerful.

On the other side, Yan Sheng's physical body was tempered to be extremely powerful, even if Lin Qianjun's sword could cut through the space, it could not hurt him at all.

Not long after the fight, Yan Sheng became interested, roared that his fist was raised to the extreme, and punched Lin Qianjun fiercely.

The space of the middle-level plane is so stable, but under this punch, it is still broken inch by inch and cannot be maintained.

In addition to the power, the regular attack attached to this punch is even more terrifying.

It was an absolute attack that touched the rules after the sublimation of Yan's business environment.

He firmly believes that his fist can break everything, so his fist can completely destroy everything in front of him.

Under this punch, the strength of the eighth-order peak is undoubtedly evident.

But in the face of this punch, Lin Qianjun didn't care about maintaining the image of the vest anymore, most of his body consciousness switched over, and his sword intent rose, instantly raising the weight of [Wang Chuan] in his hand to the extreme.

At the same time, Lin Qianjun also displayed the artistic conception of the rules he had comprehended.

Everything has yin and yang, where there is life, there is death.

And what Lin Qianjun comprehended was the artistic conception of the rules of death.

With a single sword, everything is given the meaning of death, and everything is eliminated.

And such a sword, its name is:
"Hongmeng Sword Art, Sword One, the Sword of Death!"

A sword gave Yan Sheng the meaning of the rules of death with this punch, and wanted to eliminate everything and let his "fist" die.

On the other hand, Yan Sheng's artistic conception of rules that everything can't be broken is also trying to break Lin Qianjun's artistic conception of death.

The confrontation between the artistic conception of rules and the artistic conception of rules, unless they can overcome each other, the fight is who has a deeper understanding of their own "Tao".

On this point, Lin Qianjun naturally had a huge advantage.

With the addition of his two top-grade kendo talents, even if his general savvy is not counted, his kendo savvy is as high as [-] points.

You must know that the limit of the innate comprehension of the acquired soul is ten points.

Every point beyond that number is a qualitative change.

And he has already doubled it, and it will be even more exaggerated if the general understanding is included.

Even if Yan Sheng is thousands of years ahead of Lin Qianjun, his comprehension of "Tao" is not necessarily better than Lin Qianjun.

"die!"

Lin Qianjun yelled loudly, and the artistic conception of rules completely suppressed Yan Sheng, and instantly eliminated the artistic conception of rules that could break all kinds of spells in his fists.

After that, Lin Qianjun put away his sword and stood up, looked at Yan Sheng who was a little shocked and said: "I have accepted."

Yan Sheng's eyes were wide open, he had lived for more than 1 years, and this was the first time he had seen such a strong swordsman, even True Monarch Wan Jian might not be able to directly break his fist like this.

But this Gu Taixu in front of him, that kind of regular sword intent that surpasses all living beings and endows all things with the meaning of death, easily eliminated his fists.

Even if there is only a clone in front of him, if the main body comes, I don't know how terrifying it will be.

"You are so powerful, I am willing to bow down, but why did you come across the border?" Yan Sheng asked Lin Qianjun as he bowed his hands.

"Alliance!" Lin Qianjun opened his mouth and explained: "I have a good friend who was imprisoned by the Heaven Devourer. Now life and death are controlled by others, and I can't move with my body. I am worried that I can't rescue him completely with this avatar. Ally."

"Heaven Devourer!!" Hearing this, Yan Sheng couldn't help showing a trace of hatred.

There was a long-standing grudge between him and Wang Tao, and not only him, but Yao Yun, the master of Misty Mountain, and others also had enmity with Wang Tao.

At the beginning, Wang Tao had offended countless people in the world in order to practice magic skills, and the enemies who wanted his life could be lined up from the Eastern Region to the Western Region.

In Lin Qianjun's previous life, Yan Sheng had found an opportunity to join forces with Yao Yun, the Misty Lord, to attack Wang Tao.

But it is a pity, after all, Wang Tao's strength is far beyond ordinary people. At that time, Yan Sheng and Yao Yun only managed to draw a tie with Wang Tao. In the end, Wang Tao patted his ass and left. I can watch him leave gracefully.

"What does Zhenjun think?" Lin Qianjun asked.

"I've helped with this, and I can find another True Monarch to accompany me." Yan Sheng said frankly.

Lin Qianjun knew that Yan Sheng was going to talk about Yao Yun, but he still pretended not to know and asked: "Dare to ask the real king, which real king are you looking for?"

Yan Sheng said: "Piaomiao Mountain, Yao Yun, the true ruler of Piaomiao, was killed by Wang Tao when she was young. Instead of having a deep hatred, I have some friendship with her. As long as I open my mouth, she will definitely come."

Lin Qianjun nodded, and replied: "If that's the case, I'm [-]% sure that the Sky Eater will be left behind."

"Sixty percent? Are you overestimating him?" Hearing this, Yan Sheng was a little puzzled.

Lin Qianjun shook his head, and said: "No, I didn't overestimate it a little bit. The Heaven Devourer has already reached the strength enough to go to the upper realm. Now he stays in this realm. It's just his savings and he doesn't want to leave. The three of us will join forces. At most, it only forces him to shatter the void and go to the upper realm."

Lin Qianjun didn't exaggerate what he said. In his previous life, more than a dozen level [-] players dealt with Wang Tao together, but they only forced him to leave, and they didn't save his old life at all.

Even if the player's strength is slightly weaker than that of the NPC, level [-] is still level [-], not to mention that the player has other means.

This made Wang Tao run away, one can imagine how strong he is.

Afterwards, Lin Qianjun discussed with Yan Sheng, and decided to divide the troops into two groups, each looking for someone.

Lin Qianjun went to the Eastern Region to look for Jiang Xun, the True Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, who was no weaker than Wang Tao, while Yan Sheng went to Misty Mountain to look for his friend Yao Yun.

As long as he succeeds in persuading Jiang Xun to help, plus his avatar will be a combination of four LV80 masters, and one of them is not weaker than Wang Tao, and now Wang Tao is seriously injured by Xuanwu because he went to the North Sea to dig out Qi clam inner pearls. .

And within the Demon Devouring Sect, there is also his trumpet as an internal response.

At that time, it will directly form a double bread sandwich, and the inside should be combined with the outside. No matter how invincible he is, he must stay with him.

He can also take over the population and resources of the Demon Devouring Sect, making it a lot of fat.

While thinking about it, Lin Qianjun used the spatial characteristics of the [Wang Chuan] in his hand to directly cross the space, took one step, spanned an infinite distance in an instant, and appeared in the boundary of the Eastern Region Wanjian Gate.

Before he could show his sword intent, the [Wang Chuan] in his hand trembled rapidly.

At the same time, Lin Qianjun also felt the aura from Jiang Xun.

At this moment, his expression became a little surprised: "It's so familiar, does he even have a sword bone?"

　Instinctively, I want to write a miserable word on my thigh!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)