On one hand, it was Immortal Grove's justice. On the other hand, it was personal feelings. Both sides urged, strengthening Ink Qilin's determination to kill Zhao Yun. "Even if Fairy Luo really likes Zhao Yun, he's destined to not have the fortune to enjoy it. I'm killing Zhao Yun to get rid of a great evil for Immortal Grove, not because I'm jealous of him. Not only will the people in the world not blame me, but they will respect me as a hero. "
The ink fan was like the wind, outlining fatal lines, dripping ink, and continuously delivering soul-stealing moves. The Thirteen Ink Killing Fans combined with Ink Qilin's unique "Qilin Technique" mental cultivation method was indeed ingenious. Like a string of angry arrows, the earth waves surged violently. In an instant, it had already attacked sixteen times in a row.
Everyone's eyes were all attracted by that mysterious ink fan, and they did not pay attention to Ink Qilin's agile figure. But the Qilin on the ink jade fan seemed to be alive, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, displaying its power. With every side attack of the ink jade fan, it released thunderbolts, as if wanting to leap out.
It was strange to say that Ink Qilin seemed to know Zhao Yun's thoughts. He could always sense Zhao Yun's dodging movements one step in advance and seal the rear in advance, forcing Zhao Yun to be in a difficult position, surrounded by dangers. It caused many Immortal Grove heroines to exclaim repeatedly, sweating for this handsome evil demon.
Zhao Yun knew that the situation was very unfavorable to him, but he was not worried and anxious. Instead, he ordered himself to calm down. After escaping from the brink of death several times, his combat instincts were no longer the same as before, and he had more experience in controlling his mentality in battle.
At this time, Ink Qilin's shoulder moved to the left, and a swift and fierce fan slashed at Zhao Yun's throat. Zhao Yun hurriedly took a step back. Before he could stand firm, he heard Ink Qilin sneer. Ink Jade Fan slashed down, and the fan wind had already swept Zhao Yun's chest.
The Gold Threaded Clothes could not dissipate Ink Qilin's true energy. Zhao Yun's chest immediately stagnated, and he staggered back three steps. But Ink Qilin followed like a shadow, chasing closely, not giving Zhao Yun a chance to use his power.
"Looks like this Zhao Yun is going to be played to death by Ink Qilin! Look at his messy steps. After a while, he won't even have the time to dodge. "
"I'm so f * cking stupid! Zhao Yun had clearly not recovered from her serious injuries. She only put on an empty front to scare people, but I was fooled by her. Damn it, if it were me, I would have chopped off Zhao Yun's head long ago. She actually let the Black Qilin take advantage of her for nothing! "
Ignoring the discussions of the bystanders, Zhao Yun focused all her attention on the Inky Jade Fan. As she dodged in a sorry state, she thought quickly, "The reason why the Inky Qilin can predict the enemy's movements and know what I'm thinking is only because his attack speed is extremely fast, and my dodging speed is far inferior. He can change into a hundred new moves in one move to deal with me. However, I'm currently at a disadvantage and can only focus on defense. Under his barrage of attacks, he was unable to extricate himself, let alone use the Green Lotus Sword Technique. If only I had a dagger. "
With this thought, Zhao Yun suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Thinking of the Green Lotus on her body just now, she couldn't help but scold herself, "I really don't know how to be flexible. My body can rely on my vital energy to resist the Inky Qilin's ultimate move without being destroyed. Then, isn't my palm a ready-made dagger?"
Once she thought of this, it was as if a light suddenly shone in the eternal night, and everything suddenly became clear. Without any hesitation, Zhao Yun drove the Four Symbols Vital Energy and condensed it on her right palm. She used the "Exquisite Looking at the Autumn Moon" move with her palm.
When the Inky Qilin saw Zhao Yun suddenly use her palm to resist, he couldn't help but sneer, "You're courting death!" His Inky Jade Fan was made of Jiuzhou's divine iron. It could cut iron like mud, let alone a mere palm.
Amidst the sneer, the Inky Jade Fan leaped like a qilin, bringing with it a whirlwind that was about to penetrate Zhao Yun's entire palm.
However, Zhao Yun's right palm suddenly rose and barely avoided the Inky Jade Fan. A Green Lotus shot out from her fingertip and spun towards the Inky Qilin's eyeball.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two exclamations of surprise came from Hu Qing and the Inky Qilin respectively.
Although Hu Qing knew the result of the duel from Luo Yihong, she couldn't be at ease in the end. Her exquisite heart was in a mess, as if it was being pricked by needles. She was afraid that Zhao Yun would have a mishap. Just as she was feeling hesitant, she suddenly saw Zhao Yun use a strange move. It actually reversed the situation and gave birth to a chance to turn defeat into victory. Naturally, she was indescribably happy and blurted out a cry of surprise.
The Inky Qilin's cry of surprise was extremely painful and angry. He originally thought that after firmly grasping the intention of Zhao Yun's move, he could cripple Zhao Yun's palm with this fan. However, he didn't expect Zhao Yun to act out of character. Not only did she not withdraw midway, but she also attacked with the Green Lotus True Qi.
This time, it became hasty. The Inky Qilin was overly confident in his Thirteen Ink Murderous Fans. He was immersed in the fantasy of killing Zhao Yun as he wished, so he was completely unguarded. He hurriedly returned the fan to protect himself. Even though his speed was astonishing, it was already a step too late. The Green Lotus drove straight in and accurately hit the Inky Qilin's left eye. In an instant, blood gushed out wildly, and the eyeball burst out with a "bang".
Zhao Yun's Four Symbols True Qi foundation was not as strong as the "Qilin Skill" that the Inky Qilin had cultivated for many years. As soon as it entered the Inky Qilin's body, it dissipated. However, at such a close distance, with such a strong force, and with such a weak spot like the eyeball, it had already destroyed all the Qi around his left eye. Even if he found the eyeball and asked the Myriad Poison Fairy Doctor to treat it, he wouldn't be able to recover his sight.
"Damn it! Unforgivable! " After crying out in pain, the Inky Qilin was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, as if he had gone crazy, he pounced on Zhao Yun and madly raised his True Qi. Every move he made was a desperate move. His left eyelid was empty, but blood kept flowing out. His clothes, which were not stained with a trace of dust, turned red in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the Inky Qilin no longer had the demeanor of an elegant young master. He was simply a madman who didn't care about his life, an irrational madman. There was only one thought in his mind: Kill Zhao Yun, kill Zhao Yun!
However, Zhao Yun was still calm. She used her palm to wield the sword, countering each move as it came, and carefully comprehended the hundreds of changes of "Exquisite Autumn Moon".
"Exquisite Autumn Moon" was originally an ethereal and elegant sword move. It was exquisite and agile, and it excelled in using softness to overcome hardness. The Inky Qilin's crazy attacks were even more powerful than before. Waves after waves of attacks raged, but he didn't hit Zhao Yun again. It was all thanks to Zhao Yun's adaptability. She didn't stick to the original changes of the sword move. She could flick, slice, chop, or push as she wished.
The Inky Qilin had cultivated diligently for decades, and his Inky Jade Folding Fan had once made the East River's Devil Dao tremble in fear. Needless to say, his cultivation was profound. However, he still couldn't do anything to Zhao Yun after hundreds of moves. It was as if he was deliberately feeding Zhao Yun moves, making Zhao Yun's understanding of the Sword Dao even deeper.
This close combat was exactly the opposite of the style when the two of them first fought. The Inky Qilin's Fan Wind was fierce and violent, while Zhao Yun's Palm Sword was exquisite and peerless. The inky black and pale green light repeatedly collided, bursting forth with great power. In the midst of life and death, wonderful moves emerged one after another, making the onlookers' blood boil and dizzy.
Someone thought, "No wonder the Inky Qilin is so famous. In terms of his cultivation alone, he shouldn't be inferior to the sect masters of the top ten sects."
Another person thought, "It's so strange. Zhao Yun doesn't seem to be using palm techniques, but sword techniques. How can the palm be used to use the sword? Since he has such a divine skill, why didn't he use it at the beginning? "
This was really the most inconceivable thought of Duobao. He was extremely bored. "Haha, the Inky Qilin is still bleeding. He has a lot of blood. I wonder if he'll be able to fill up a barrel by the time he's done. " He saw that Zhao Yun had the upper hand again and was in high spirits. He thought about this difficult question, but couldn't think of an answer.
The two of them exchanged more than a hundred moves. The Inky Qilin suddenly laughed bitterly and opened his Inky Jade Folding Fan. "The World is My Monologue!"
Suddenly, the Inky Qilin transformed into a huge fan that reached the sky and blocked Zhao Yun's Palm Sword. The Inky Qilin retreated thirty feet and laughed loudly again.
Seeing that the Inky Qilin changed his strategy, Zhao Yun also changed. She naturally used the Wu Palace's Hidden Realm of Flowers and Plants. The Four Symbols Vital Energy circulated majestically and broke the illusion of the huge fan in an instant.
However, the Inky Qilin lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained robe, exposing his back. He was completely defenseless. Zhao Yun was slightly stunned, but she didn't want to take advantage of this for nothing. She first looked at the Inky Qilin's actions.
The Inky Qilin suddenly raised his head and looked at Luo Yihong with his remaining right eye. He only saw her tenderly looking at Zhao Yun. He suddenly wanted to cry bitterly. Sadness, disappointment, hatred, anger, despair, and all kinds of emotions surged in his heart. How could he cry?
"Hehe, I was the one who thought too highly of myself. Why would she be anxious for me?" The Inky Qilin smiled bitterly, and all kinds of things flashed through his mind. "I thought I was extraordinary and only liked her in the world, but she never looked at me properly, let alone smiled for me. Now that I'm blind in one eye, I'm even less worthy of her. Forget it, forget it. Three years of infatuation is ultimately a self-deceiving dream. "
When the crowd saw that the Inky Qilin and Zhao Yun suddenly stopped fighting, they were all very surprised. They thought to themselves, "Could it be that the two of them have already decided the winner? Then who won and who lost? "
The Inky Qilin laughed loudly and said, "Fairy Luo, from now on, I will no longer pursue you, nor will I pester you. Please don't worry."
Luo Yihong sneered and said, "Since you've already made up your mind, why do you have to announce it to the world? Do you want everyone to scold me for being heartless, or do you want people to praise you for cutting off the threads of love with your sword of wisdom? "
When the Inky Qilin heard this, his frozen heart was hit even harder by a sledgehammer. Pieces of his heart were broken, bitter, and dripping with blood. He was stunned, but he turned his head and said to Zhao Yun, "I can cut off the threads of love, but I won't let go of the evil path. The enmity of the righteous path, the hatred of the blind eye, I'll take them all! "
Zhao Yun said, "I admire your courage. You're indeed a good opponent. If possible, I don't want to kill you. "
The Inky Qilin looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. "Do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Zhao Yun was silent for a moment, and said with a serious face, "Although your technique is mysterious, it lacks the word 'love' in the end."
Lack the word 'love'?
When did I lack it? I just don't dare to.
But at this moment, what else do I not dare to do? My heart is broken, my dream is broken, and the Inky Qilin is cold.
The Inky Qilin laughed loudly, but it was a bitter and determined laugh. "Add the word 'love'? It's no big deal. I'll let you see the true power of the Thirteen Inky Murderous Fans. Be careful! "
Zhao Yun held the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword tightly and focused all her attention to sense the Qi of Heaven and Earth, waiting quietly for the Inky Qilin's ultimate move.
Everyone present didn't even dare to breathe loudly, waiting to see the Inky Qilin's true strength.
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