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King Xiaoyao and Protector Anping turned around and came to the door of Qi Lin's study.
Xuanyuan Yuheng pushed the door open and walked in. Anping glanced around without leaving a trace, followed Xuanyuan Yuheng's steps, stepped into the study, and closed the door.
Qi Lin was wiping his sword. When he saw the visitor, his sword eyebrows suddenly stood up and he slowly put down the silk scarf.
He had a faint smell that the visitor was evil.
"Brother, why did you come to see Qi?" Qi Lin slowly put the sword back into the scabbard.
Xuanyuan Yuheng smiled faintly, sat on the guest chair nearby, looked at the study room filled with swords, and sighed:
"The sword is good."
Qi Lin frowned. The person in front of him looked bookish, his words were vaguely arrogant, and his answers were inappropriate.
"My Lord, I'm here to look for Dragon Fault." Anping clasped his fists at Qi Lin, and then pulled out a soft sword from his belt. The sword trembled and cold light flashed:
"Please do me a favor, Gang Leader Qi, and hand over Dragon Fault!"
Qi Lin's heart surged with anger. The scholar in front of him was too arrogant and domineering. He ignored his questions and let his servants talk instead.
With a move of his hand, the swords all over the room buzzed.
"Angry!"
A three-foot Qingfeng was held in his hand in the blink of an eye, and he said coldly:
"Whose name is it? Tell me your name!"
"Anping! Anping is happy Anping, Anping is happy Ping!" Anping pointed his sword sideways with a serious expression. He is now a strong man in the fourth-level extraordinary realm, but he has his master personally guiding him in martial arts, and he is confident that he can beat this. Eleven on the sword list.
Today, when he heard his master commenting that the leader of the Dijiao Gang was ranked eleventh on the sword list, he felt ready to fight.
Along the way, he asked the Lord to give him this opportunity.
Now his eyes were full of fighting spirit, he raised his right hand and stabbed out with the sword.
"Ding!"
Qi Lin raised his hand and picked up the soft sword in Anping's hand. Then he turned the sword and slashed it diagonally. Suddenly, the sleeve of Anping's right arm holding the sword broke.
It's a simple move, but among masters, one move can often determine the outcome.
Anping was stunned and couldn't believe it. He didn't understand why he was defeated as soon as he drew his sword.
If Qi Lin hadn't used the sword just now, his entire right arm would have been cut off.
Obviously Qi Lin saw this as a sparring exercise and just cut off the sleeve of his right arm, otherwise the sword would have at least resulted in blood.
He remembered that the top ten on the sword list were all in the fourth-grade extraordinary realm. Why was Qi Lin so strong?
How could he be defeated in one move when he clearly had the guidance of his master?
"You lost, An... Ping..." Qi Lin held the sword in his hand and put the sword back into the scabbard:
"Tell me, if there is anything else, please come back if nothing happens."
"It's not over yet!" Anping threw away the soft sword in his hand and inserted it diagonally into the table beside him. With his left hand Yin Yang Knuckle and right hand Ziwu Jue, he turned his palm and slapped Qi Lin.
Anping knew that he had been defeated in kendo, but he had learned a lot and wanted to use other martial arts to defeat Qi Lin.
Qi Lin raised his arm to block, and soon his pupils were shocked because Anping's palm had hit his chest.
He was calm and gentle, and the sword intent grew in his chest. He shouted loudly, and the sword energy directly knocked Anping back. He shook his head and said with a smile:
"Xiangxi Phantom Step, a long-lost martial art in the world, Qi can actually meet again today."
He raised his hand and pointed it as a sword, and slashed towards Anping.
The sword energy turned into a wave of air visible to the naked eye, and struck Anping with a sword.
Anping used Xiangxi Phantom Step, and as soon as a double shadow appeared on his body, he was hit by the sword energy.
"ah!"
He roared in pain and clutched his chest. This was the first time in so many years that someone had broken his unique skill. He didn't expect that someone's sword could be so fast.
"Leave, don't force someone to kill you!" Qi Lin put one hand on his back and stared coldly at Xuanyuan Yuheng and Anping.
"My lord, Anping is useless..." Anping's figure was twisted and he was lying on the ground.
Xuanyuan Yuheng stood up with a smile:
"I have taken a liking to the Dijiao Clan. From now on, this place will be changed to a branch of the Qianlong Cult."
Qianlong Cult!
Qi Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that this was a famous gang in the world, not much weaker than the Beggar Gang, the largest gang in the world.
"Also, where is Dragon Fault?" Xuanyuan Yuheng slowly walked towards Qi Lin.
As soon as Qi Lin's Jian Gang Qi was activated, his whole body was filled with sword energy. He knew that he had made a mistake from the beginning. The middle-aged man in front of him, who was as gentle and elegant as a scholar, was definitely a master.
Xuanyuan Yuheng stretched out an arm and reached out to Qi Lin. Qi Lin held his stretched out arm tightly with his hands like holding swords.
Suddenly, the study was filled with sword energy, and the swords on the walls were buzzing.
"Sword, twenty-three!"
When Qi Lin pressed Xuanyuan Yuheng's right arm with both hands, he felt the overwhelming sword energy. He couldn't believe it. It felt like what he was holding down was not an arm, but more like a peerless fierce sword that was about to be unsheathed!
He didn't have time to think too much, he shouted angrily and used his special skill.
As the roar of "Sword Twenty-Three" came out, the swords all over the room were unsheathed and fired towards Xuanyuan Yuheng, like a long river of sword energy.
Xuanyuan Yuheng smiled lightly, raised his left arm, and gently grasped it, and the vast sword energy of Qilin Sword Twenty-Three was directly crushed by him.
"boom!"
With a sound, the broken sword energy turned into ripples and shattered all the tables, chairs, benches, beams and pillars in the room.
Xuanyuan Yuheng kept his right arm and lifted Qi Lin up. No matter how hard Qi Lin struggled, he couldn't move. His eyebrows were full of sarcasm:
"Your swordsmanship is a mess!"
