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Chapter 190 Invincible Defense

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    After a period of time, Lin Qi gradually woke up. At this time, he only felt severe pain all over his body, and his meridians were also sore from excessive consumption.  He struggled to sit up, and then heard Su Jianxin's voice.

    "You're awake, you won't win this battle easily."

    Lin Qi let go of his consciousness, only to realize that he was still in the rest area on the ring. He took a break and took a few pills from his bosom and took them.  After taking the elixir, Lin Qi's condition also improved a lot, but some hidden injuries need to be recuperated slowly.

    "I never thought that Zhang Che's strength could reach such a level. I almost lost."

    "It's fine if you win, and the duel between junior sisters is about to begin."

    Lin Qi dispersed his consciousness when he heard the words, and found that the familiar soft breath was preparing for a duel in front of the dueling platform not far away.

    "Senior sister is fighting Chen Qiaomo this time, but Chen Qiaomo's magic sword defense is impossible to break, how will senior sister face it." Lin Qi said not only worried.

    Su Jianxin patted Lin Qi on the shoulder and said, "Are you so unconfident about Junior Sister Qiu?"

    "It's just that the Qinglian Sword Intent is too extraordinary to be deciphered by any force, and the senior sister will be very passive." Lin Qi kept recalling the mana fluctuations of the Qinglian Sword Intent, but he couldn't find any way to decipher it.

    At the same time, the time had come, and both Ying Qiu and Chen Qiaomo stepped onto the dueling ring.

    Ying Qiu's complexion was as usual, she stared at Chen Qiao and Mo Qianqian couldn't help clenching her jade fingers tightly.

    Similarly, Chen Qiaomo's performance was also very natural, she flipped a delicate magic sword in her hands, and her gaze also looked at Ying Qiu.

    The eyes of the two met, with the same confidence and the same fear.

    Su Jianxin also continued to talk to Lin Qi.

    "The magic power of Qinglian Sword Intent is indeed extraordinary, but it is caused by the power of the heart. I think the younger brother has also heard about it."

    "I heard from my senior sister that Chen Qiaomo's defense is driven by mental strength, and to break the mental strength also requires mental strength." Lin Qi replied.

    "But I still haven't understood how to use this mental energy."

    But Su Jianxin said: "Then pay attention."

    At the same time, the situation on the duel stage converged.

    Ying Qiusu's hand brushed the air, and a simple and elegant guqin appeared under his finger.

    When Canglong Yueming appeared, there was already a joyful sword intent in the field, and the melodious music of Ying Qiu gently stroking the guqin echoed, and the ethereal sword aura appeared together.

    Chen Qiaomo felt the dense sword energy in the heaven and the earth, and listening to the melodious and beautiful strings, a smile appeared on her face.

    "I have known for a long time that Ying Qiuqin is a master of both swords. It is my honor to compete with you today."

    "It's just the meaningless benefit of the voice of troubles. It is far behind Qinglian Sword Instrument. It should be my luck to be able to communicate with you."

    The two had a conversation, and there was a fighting spirit in the opposing eyes.

    And at this moment the duel began.

    Chen Qiaomo turned the dharma sword sharply, and the mana on her body transformed into a lotus flower under her mental power.  Ying Qiu also made a move, and the strings of the qin twitched under her bare hands, and the notes turned into sword lights, attacking Chen Qiaomo at an increasingly fast pace.

    The tentative blow fell on the blue white lotus and disappeared without a trace. Ying Qiuxiu watched the change, and the guqin in his hand aroused stronger sword energy.

    "The sea reflects the moonlight."

    Ying Qiu no longer hesitated, she made a strong move, and the sudden burst of sword intent in the piano penetrated away, and Chen Qiaomo did not dare to be careless in the face of this ethereal and joyful sword energy.

    "Qinglian Sword Instrument, Jialian Shengyu."

    The indestructible defense appeared again, and the rotating lotus petals protected Chen Qiaomo's body.

    No matter how sharp the invading sword energy is, it will have no effect if it falls on Sheng Yu.

    Off the court, Lin Qi felt nervous about the situation.

    "It has appeared. If this defense cannot be broken, Senior Sister has no chance of winning!"

    Similarly, Ying Qiu, who was faced with such a difficult problem, also showed a thoughtful look. She failed with a sword, and the jade hand swept the tail of the piano and the exquisite sword appeared.

    Linglongxia's sword was out of its sheath, and the sword and the zither reflected each other. Yingqiu's sword spirit was raised to a higher level in the confluence of the sword's sound and the sound of the zither.  The seemingly soft and slow sword aura really pierced the shield and cut the ground. No one could imagine that such a sword aura came from such a weak woman as Ying Qiu.

    "Linglong dances with lingering cherry blossoms, and sword frost rolls in the clouds."

    Under the sword and piano, two powerful moves at the same time.Yes, real emotion.  "

    Chen Qiaomo's state of mind was messed up by Ying Qiu's emotional sword.

    After all, I am a human being, and if I am a human being, I cannot escape the emotions of this world.

    Ying Qiu also took back the Qin sword and said.

    "Perhaps you don't have to suppress too much, your airspace has been backlogged for too long."

    After finishing speaking, the two said goodbye to each other.

    So far, there is only the final decisive battle left in the Bachuan Conference.

    And the last two remaining were all lonely disciples.

    Lin Qi and Ying Qiu competed for the title of No. 1 Bashan junior.

    And while Ba Chuanshan was nervous about the final result.

    Above the sky, beside the sun, an inconspicuous star looms in the sky.

    Just at the corner of Bashan where the star is looking at.

    On top of a towering mountain.

    An old man sits cross-legged in a lotus platform. He has white hair and a childish face, and his exact age cannot be known.  His drooping white hair was neatly draped behind his back, and his eyes were slightly drowsy, but it was such a pair of drowsy eyes that emitted a breathtaking divine light from time to time.

    He was wearing a white Taoist robe, with a dust whisk hanging between his arms.

    His eyes were fixed on the endless mountains in front of him, not knowing what he was looking at.

    But at this moment, his eyes suddenly flashed a ray of light.

    At the moment when his eyes flickered, there was another person in front of him.

    It was an equally old figure, perhaps even older than him.

    The old man was covered in a large and gorgeous purple robe, and his hands that exposed the robe were as dry as a dead tree, his eyes were also old, and the skin seemed to be unable to hang on his face.

    It is such an old man who seems to reflect the light of the dead.

    He looked at the old man in front of him, but his voice was very domineering, shaking the mountains.

    "Are you waiting for someone?"

    The old man in white looked at the old man in front of him and smiled.

    "Maybe I'm waiting for someone, but it doesn't matter anymore."

    And the purple-robed old man was also sitting cross-legged in front of him, and with a wave of his sleeves, a chessboard appeared in front of him.  With a little tap of his withered finger, a black chess piece landed on the board.

    "Let's play a game of chess."

    The white-clothed old man's face froze, his fingers fell, and a white chess piece also landed on the chessboard.

    Two old men started a game of chess. The old man played chess very slowly, maybe he wanted to be so slow, or maybe not.  Chess players have their own minds.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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