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Chapter 354 Qin Jie VS Yang Haoyu!  (Thirteen)

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    Like a wound, the extremely thick ice layer was lifted up by the huge force and crushed onto the ice surface next to it. The lake water kept rolling and making a tsunami-like sound. The previously quiet snow lake suddenly became extremely terrifying and an overwhelming storm. There was more than a black streak.  The shadow rushed out from the crack in the ice but fell heavily into the snow. It was Qin Jie. His black hospital uniform was soaked and torn, and it was almost impossible to cover his body. His exposed body was full of mottled wounds that could not be washed away by the lake water.  His blood dropped, and he rushed towards the cliff without stopping for a moment. However, the surface of the black uniform began to freeze in a moment. However, compared with the previous dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake, the top of the snow lake seemed to be the garden of the Heavenly Palace. Here it is.  At that moment, there was a loud noise behind him, and the thick ice on the lake surface was lifted up directly. The cold water filled the lake and huge waves were like snow, as if they were going to flood the whole world. In the terrifying snow waves, Yang Haoyu's powerful figure, like a monster in the sea, appeared. He stepped on the cold.  The water of the lake swept over more than ten feet, and a spear hit Qin Jie's back. Qin Jie suddenly turned around during the rapid sweep, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and the back of the knife with his left hand, standing horizontally in front of him with a sword force that defied the heavens, and wanted to  Blocking Yang Haoyu's gun, there was a crisp "click" sound. Qin Jie's left wrist bone was broken and the back of the knife fell heavily on his shoulder. He used his shoulder to carry it again. Yang Haoyu's iron gun moved forward again. There was another crisp "click" sound on Qin Jie's left shoulder.  The severe pain could no longer withstand the huge force coming from the knife. He knelt down on one knee and smashed the hard ice layer with several cracks. His face suddenly turned pale. He was in pain, very painful, so his face was very white, very white, but he didn't know why.  There was no shadow of death in his eyes, but they were very bright. With a cry of pain like a beast fighting for its life, Qin Jie turned the pain into an unimaginable moment of strength. He forcibly turned his right wrist over and clenched his injured left hand into a fist.  He hit the back of the knife hard. With these two simple movements, the heavy talisman knife in his hand seemed to gain some vitality in an instant. Like a smart snake, it rolled up along Yang Haoyu's iron spear and burst into a series of knife flowers.  Instead, Yang Haoyu's iron gun was pressed downward. The drop of crystal liquid compressed against the weather suddenly exploded in his abdomen. The drop of liquid evaporated into nothingness in an instant. The strands of steam poured into every part of the body along the meridians. He  All the unfavorable energy in his body burst out in the shortest possible time. The blazing divine radiance spurted out from the blade again, making his figure at this time look even bigger and more arrogant than Yang Haoyu in front of the knife. The divine radiance shone on Yang Haoyu.  The thin and strange cheeks illuminated his eyes and even clearly illuminated the cold and mocking look in his pupils. Yang Haoyu knew that this was Qin Jie's life-threatening blow, but he was not afraid.  As he said before, Qin Jie is not Situ Yunhai. No matter how much he simulates the divine power, it cannot be the real divine power. He stared at Qin Jie's pale cheek and shouted coldly: "Li Shan's sword intention is not Li Shan's after all."  No matter how many things you know about swords, they are all other things after all." The sound of shouting echoed on the cold snowy lake. Qin Jie's sword was shaking like a torch in the wind. The iron gun suddenly lifted up a few inches of the talisman and retreated.  "You can't stab me again, and you can't hurt me again." Yang Haoyu stared at Qin Jie's eyes and said coldly and disdainfully: "As a disciple of Qingmengzhai, you are possessed by a demon and refuse to cultivate your own destiny.  It means that if you don't know anything, what's the use of not dying?" As soon as he said this, the divine light on the sword shook more and more violently, like a candle in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any time. Qin Jie's face turned pale and he spurted a mouthful of blood into the divine light, accompanied by "  "Chichi" the sound turned into steam with a slightly burnt smell, but his eyes were still so calm. Then he said two words that no one would have thought of, "Thank you." Qin Jie knew very well how powerful Yang Haoyu was.  How difficult it was for him in his golden age to complete a cross-border challenge that was rare in the world, so he made a lot of plans. These plans spanned a full fifteen years until he left the Xicheng nightclub during the day and smelled the smell of Shenzhou streets.  The taste of the mutton soup was finally completely determined. These plans were aimed at Yang Haoyu's strong strength and the methods this strong man might hide, and then tried to find opportunities for a decisive victory. In tonight's battle at Snow Lake, some of these plans played an important role.  The combination of the Storm Iron Spear and the Iron Pot, which functioned like a charm, sometimes had no effect. For example, when he fell miserably from the night sky earlier, it seemed miserable. In fact, he wanted to lead Yang Haoyu into the dark and cold bottom of the lake to wait for an opportunity to kill him. However, the actual situation was that Yang Haoyu was there.  The bottom of the cold lake became more and more powerful and terrifying. There were some plans, but Qin Jie never found the opportunity during the battle.Some of the plans he took out were half used. From the very beginning, he had been looking for the moment when he could compete with Yang Haoyu head-on. Because through Ye Hongyu, he knew the threat of Shenhui to the strong men of the Demon Sect. He found it twice.  Opportunity, he faced two choices. When the divine brilliance burst out from the talisman sword for the first time, he chose to use the counter-weather to cooperate with Li Shan's sword intention. According to his calculations, he inherited the counter-weather from his young master uncle and the newly realized Li Shan sword.  Meaning is his most powerful method. In fact, he did succeed in seriously injuring Yang Haoyu, but it was a pity that he could not kill the opponent. At this time, facing the second chance, he was not sure how to choose until he heard Yang Haoyu's cold and condescending words.  After scolding him, he finally strengthened his confidence. After using the secret method of the Demon Sect, Yang Haoyu lost weight to the extreme. His eye sockets were sunken. His cheeks seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin. The bones underneath were clearly visible. His master Liansheng was born at the Demon Sect's mountain gate.  Yang Haoyu completely changed the situation of the Battle of Snow Lake. In front of the powerful him, Qin Jie had no power to fight back.  The divine brilliance created by the weather could cause some damage to him but could not change the entire battle situation. Qin Jie was about to die. However, at this moment he said "thank you". This "thank you" was so inexplicable. Yang Haoyu didn't know that Qin Jie was about to die.  Was Jie really crazy before he died? He couldn't understand why Qin Jie wanted to thank him, but he always felt that there was a strange smell in this thank you and was a little uneasy. Qin Jie looked at Yang Haoyu on the other side of the blazing light, as ferocious and terrifying as a god or demon.  The thin-cheeked man said with mixed emotions: "I also have a natal creature, do you want to see what it is?" With these words, an extremely condensed mental power was released from Qin Jie's body, leaving the mottled blood on his body and floating towards the sky above the snow lake.  The adjective "misty" does not refer to the slowness of this spiritual power, but the feeling it gives people. This spiritual power is extremely pure, but it is like a urchin with brute force but ignorance.  In the aura of heaven and earth that permeated the snow lake, I didn¡¯t know where to touch. During the day, in front of the snowstorm city gate, Yang Haoyu once commented on Qin Jie¡¯s mental power, saying that his mental power was powerful and pure, but his control of the aura of heaven and earth was extremely poor. At this time,  This is exactly what happened. However, Yang Haoyu's eyes suddenly turned cold because he clearly felt that the spiritual power released by Qin Jie captured a very fine wisp of heaven and earth aura on the snow lake. The wisp of heaven and earth aura instantly reached the cliff on the south bank of the lake.  The extremely thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the edge of the cliff stabilized instantly and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed. It seemed that there was something on the cliff that was continuously pouring into this spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He held the knife tightly with both hands.  Qin Jie's face was pale and his eyes were bright. As soon as he thought about risking his work, he dispersed the crystal liquid in his abdomen and transported all the adverse weather forces out at the same time to ensure that Yang Haoyu's iron gun was suppressed for a period of time. He must cherish this period of time.  His mental power was released from the sea of ??consciousness, passed through the stagnant snow-capped mountain air sea that only had ten orifices, and traveled through those difficult and invisible air orifices. Finally, it merged into a song with a very weak sound and a poor melody. He hoped that this ditty would be able to  Being heard can be understood, because he is using this song to call his own destiny. The practitioner's control of objects does not rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to directly affect things in the world, but uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as a bridge to transfer his spiritual power to objects.  This causes the vibration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth inside the object and the spiritual power of the practitioner to be most harmonious and easily resonant. The object is the natal object. This is Bai Wuxiu¡¯s statement. He believes that it is very difficult for practitioners to find the natal object that completely matches their own breath. That night in the old book  In the building, he talked freely to Qin Jie, using music as an example. The so-called natal object is someone who can understand and listen to his music very well. It is also the so-called bosom friend. The natal object of a swordsman is the natal sword. For example, Li Shan's sword is of course the best in the world.  A strong swordsman, he can now draw his own natal sword on paper. The talisman master's natal object is the natal talisman. For example, Qin Jie's teacher He Yang's well character. This talisman was closest to him and was still there until the moment before he passed away.  Fighting side by side, Qin Jie is a rare practitioner. His birth object is not a sword, nor a sword, nor a birth talisman, nor a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, mountains, rivers, wood, or even his most beloved money. His birth object is a little girl, the one with yellowish hair.  The little girl with a slightly dark face and an ordinary face. Qin Jie's mental power on the snow lake controlled the aura of heaven and earth and came to Yanming Mountain. The little song was played silently on the edge of the cliff. Bai Wuxiu once said that his music was difficult to listen to.??It¡¯s hard to understand and the distance tonight is relatively far, so the sound of the music is extremely dim and misty, it¡¯s almost out of tune. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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