Quick Transmigration: Doomsday If You Don’t Fall in Love

When Young Master Taoyuan found him, Yun Song was saying goodbye to Chen Lin.

Young Master Taoyuan looked at Chen Lin's back with complicated eyes. She wanted to stop the other party, but saw the real person Yunsong standing aside, and resisted the impulse. Only after Chenlin completely left, did she show up, bowed to Yunsong, and whispered: "Master ."

Yun Song said helplessly: "I know you are worried about my reputation, but I don't care about these people. It's okay for you to call my father."

But Young Master Taoyuan didn't answer. Yun Song knew that she was stubborn, so he didn't try to force it, just sighed.

The young master said: "What did the master chat with him? Will he and he win Fengyang tomorrow?"

Yun Song asked: "Do you want him to win? Even if he refuses you over and over again?"

Young Master Taoyuan bit his lower lip and said softly: "He even won the mysterious python, should he be able to win Fengyang too?"

She can't forget Chen Lin's posture to save her, can't forget the outer robe that carefully wrapped her, so at this moment, she also sincerely hopes to get an affirmation from her father.

She couldn't help asking: "Tian Yanjian, have you lent it? Will he use it?"

Yun Song shook his head.

The young master was impatient: "But Feng Yang's iron sword is a magic weapon, dad you said, Chen Lin's sword—"

"Don't worry," Yun Song quickly calmed down, "I didn't lend a sword because he already has a more suitable one."

Young Master Taoyuan was startled: "More appropriate?"

Yun Song's jaw head: "I see that the new sword he wears on his waist is very cold. I think it must be made from ten thousand years of ice marrow. The Chenlin people look warm and moist, but the sword intent is cold. This sword is just right he."

Young Master Taoyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Yun Song hesitated: "It's just—"

She gave another half of her breath of relief: "Just what?"

Yun Song shook his head and said, "Don't worry, he will fight Fengyang with all his strength tomorrow. Although he is not sure of a complete victory, it is difficult to lose."

Young Master Taoyuan was relieved after hearing this. Seeing her relieved, Yun Song couldn't help but feel lighter, but the breath in his heart couldn't let go.

Chen Lin can indeed face Fengyang in the best condition.

But today's matter may become the biggest hurdle in his path to seek the way, but this hurdle is very difficult.

Chen Lin asked Yunsong: "Do you think my master is waiting for the real person Heng Yue to return?"

Yun Song was taken aback by these words and said solemnly: "I have been with Chang Yi for two days. I don't know anything else, but one thing is certain. That is that she really cares about you. There is no doubt about this!"

Chen Lin smiled and said: "This is natural. Real people don't need to worry too much. I am not a self-blaming person. Guessing is one thing, and acting is another thing."

He looked calm, and after another smile, Chen Lin looked like his sword intent at this moment: "Although this may be against the will of the teacher, the fact is after all."

"Grandmaster Hengyue has long since passed away, but I am alive." He smiled slightly, but there was ice in the depths of his eyes, "Real man, what do you think?"

Yun Song listened to his voice calmly, but for some reason he heard the smell of killing. This bit of murder is soaked in blood, and it is inexplicably unbearable.

Seeing him distracted, Young Master Taoyuan couldn't help but let out a low cry.

She asked, "Master, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing." The real person Yun Song shook his head, his eyes were complicated, and he reached out and stroked the top of Young Master Fu Taoyuan's hair, "I just felt very lucky for a while."

He whispered: "Really very lucky."

In the world, meeting a person you like, and the person you like happens to be in your heart—this may be a rare blessing in the world.

As for other things, there is no need to be strict.

The battle between Fengyang and Chenlin can be described as an empty alley.

Li Hong almost dared to bet that the number of people who watched the final battle might not be one-third of the current number.

People of various factions have obviously compared the two factions of juniors as an unfinished battle between Heng Yue and Feng Xishui. One by one, they were very interested, and even set up a gambling game privately, just waiting for today's glimpse of the Missing Moon War, who will win and who will lose.

Li Hong was naturally also very nervous. She selfishly always hopes that Chen Lin will win, but Feng Yang stepped into the right path earlier than him after all. If she loses, it is not ashamed.

Probably the head elder on the main seat thought so, and the atmosphere was even more relaxed than the previous few days. Seeing the war is about to start, these heads even deliberately exchanged views on the war.

Li Hong listened to both ears and felt bored.

Upon seeing this, the master of Taoyuan smiled and said, "Major Chang Yi is not worried at all."

Li Hong had a good impression of the gentle-looking Taoyuan head, so she replied: "You can gain something, and the outcome is not important."

The Taoyuan master heard her answer and praised: "It is exactly this truth, but unfortunately, no one else can even understand the real authority."

In fact, his words just hit the faces of the most enthusiastic heads of the sects discussed. It was originally, how Chenlin and Fengyang, their teachers had never said a word, just waited for the test, these people were like What's the point of the predecessor's superior posture, giving directions to other people's martial arts?

If someone else said this, others have to refute it. But it was Yun Song who said this, the master of Taoyuan, and the elders of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect who seemed to approve of it, the heads could only shut their mouths.

Li Hong gave Xuanzhong a split glance, but saw his strange silence today, just sitting tightly closed and his eyes closed, and he didn't know what to think about.

She was about to study carefully, when she heard the bell ringing under the stage, her mood was withdrawn for a moment, and she looked down at the stage intently.

The battle between Fengyang and Chenlin finally came.

Feng Yang has grown from curiosity to admiration to Chenlin, from meeting each other to the heart and soul. He looked directly at Chen Lin with a pair of sword eyes, facing him, and unlocked the sword he was holding behind his back.

His move shocked all the disciples who knew a little about the rules of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, and some even started to ask: "Who is this Chenlin, even Senior Brother Fengyang has to remove the scabbard?"

Fighting with scabbard and box is the tradition of the Xiaoyao Sword School, and it is also the pride of the Xiaoyao Sword School. However, when the weapons are connected, there are hundreds of tricks in a while, and carrying a sword hilt that is not very useful is actually more troublesome than beneficial. Therefore, when the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect encounter a really difficult situation, they will untie the sword belt and fight with all their strength. It's just that this doesn't conform to the rules of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect after all, so "Jiejian" also has a price to pay.

Others don't know what the price is, but seeing the Xiaoyao Sword Sect disciple suddenly change color, they guess the price is not light. It seemed that Feng Yang was indeed not sure of winning, and he had to unscrew his scabbard at all costs.

Feng Yang's eyes were bright, he drew out his long sword, his eyes touched off on Xue Liangjian, and said: "This is the water-breathing sword. My ancestors used this sword to fight the noble faction with missing moon palms. I was worried about using this sword to compete. Victory is not martial, but now that you have the Cold Star Sword by coincidence, I don't have any scruples."

Chen Lin squeezed the wooden scabbard of Han Xing, a faint cold air leaked out through the scabbard, forming a thin layer of ice under his feet.

Chen Lin also drew his sword out of its sheath, and Han Xing's sword had a faint blue color. He held this thin grid sword and saluted Feng Yang. When he got up again, it was the majestic sword intent, which pierced the surrounding vegetation rustlingly, Ye Huashengshuang!

Chen Lin said: "Carrying the monarch's kindness will be worthy of justice."

Then fight!

It is not the first time Fengyang and Chenlin have fought against each other, but this is indeed the only time. They can leave everything behind and show off what they have learned in their entire lives, and they are just a chance to fight with each other!

Sword rewards confidant!

The fighting spirit in Feng Yang's eyes grew stronger, his wrists were slanted, and everything in the world suddenly turned upside down.

The sky is below and the ground is above. On the top of the sword platform, white clouds are lying on the earth far away. All the people who seriously stared at this competition almost felt the world revolve at the moment he pulled the sword. Those with a slightly weaker cultivation base fell directly, holding their heads and wailing!

Chen Lin was not much better, Feng Yang shot out, he only felt that he was top-heavy, and he was about to fall into the clouds below! It was all because of his alertness that he plunged into Lunjian Taizhong, imitation of his stature, and he was defeated in an instant!

Li Hong heard the master of Taoyuan exclaimed: "Yueming Palm! This style is actually Yueming Palm! Unexpectedly, Fengyang is so talented. With a sword in his hand, he can express his palm like Chenlin with sword intent like Chenlin!"

Talent is yin and yang, day is divided into day and night. Moon Ming, Ming Zi Yang, and then Sheng Yang, with the universe turned upside down, all phenomena unite.

-This is the Moon Palm, a illusion that the Xiaoyao Sword Sect has realized from the Moon Palm!

Everyone was startled by Feng Yang's hand! When everyone thought that this battle was the Great Wilderness Sword vs. Missyue Palm, they never thought that the one who used the Missyue to control the enemy first was the Xiaoyao Sword Sect!

Everyone turned their sights on Chen Lin. Yueming palm has been released, how should this genuine Hexugu disciple deal with it? Is it possible to break it with his missing moon sword? It is important to know that there is a lack of moon. Now that the other party is already in the moonlight, it is not easy to break it with a missing moon.

Feng Yang seemed to be waiting too.

He didn't make a second sword.

But Chen Lin had a sword!

With this sword, the mountains and rivers are roaring, and the sun and the moon are dull!

Aren’t you moonlighting? Didn't you turn the world upside down? I broke the world, the sun and the moon!

This sword, carrying the dragon, roaring and howling the tiger, is like the roar from the ancients buried deep in the wilderness, and like the axe that opened the world, it is actually going to cut the universe and break the yin and yang!

Fengyang retreats!

Those with knowledge blurted out: "It's the Great Wilderness Sword, this is the Great Wilderness Sword!"

Great Wilderness Sword, comprehend the Great Wilderness. The Great Wilderness is an ancient battlefield. Every moonlit night, I can occasionally hear the golden iron horse and the sea of ​​blood and bone mountain. Different from the main purpose of Missyue Palm to "create a realm", the Great Desolate Sword is the strongest and most violent exercise in the world. It can save the world, and of course it can also break the world!

In an instant, the moon and stars shattered, the sky rose to the sky, and the earth returned to the earth.

Everyone stared at it and saw Chen Lin's fingertips standing on the sword stand. Under the tip of his sword is a sword stand paved with bluestone, and above his head is a white cloud line.

The illusion created by Yueming Palm was broken.

The crowd is in an uproar!

No one thought that the best of these two factions would play against each other in the first day of the junior high school. For a while, it added a lot of conversation to the test, which made people more and more interested, and even less able to see the results.

The head of the Haiqiong faction smiled and said: "I can't think that there are disciples in Hexu Valley who know the Great Wilderness Sword, nor that Feng Yang can understand Yue Mingzhang to this extent. Really young people should not be deceived, the future of these two people is limitless. True person Xuan Zhong, the elder holding the sword, the noble faction is really a successor."

The elder holding the sword just smiled, but Xuan Zhong didn't even lift his eyelids.

No, halfway after the match, he finally opened his eyes.

He smiled, as if he had never had such a relaxing moment. Together with the flattery of the Haiqiong faction elders beside him, they all felt sweet and lovely.

Xuanzhong answered with his jaw and turned his attention to Li Hong.

Li Hong's mind was all on the sword stand, and he didn't even notice Xuan Zhong's gaze. Tianshen felt wrong, and was about to remind Li Hong, Li Hong suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, as if someone had directly grasped the heart through the flesh and blood, his breathing was stagnant for a while, his fingers were stiff, and the blood on his face It was even more clean in just an instant!

The master of Taoyuan was the first to discover that something was wrong. He worriedly asked, "Mr Chang Yi, what's wrong with you?"

Li Hong seemed to be caught in his throat, unable to speak at all. Seeing that her complexion had become stiff, Taoyuan immediately buckled her veins, and was ignorant of being rude, so he wanted to take a breath of innocence with her first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered his body with this breath of real energy, Li Hong seemed to have received a heavy blow, spitting out blood!

Yun Song was shocked: "Chang Yi is a real person!"

Li Hong was speechless.

At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly floated in the sky above Hexu Valley. This dark cloud brought a huge rancid air, which caused all the leaders here to look up. At a glance, the head of the Haiqiong faction almost fell from the seat in shock!

On that dark cloud, there are all densely packed corpses!

The disciple of Hexugu's gatekeeper finally arrived at the Lunjiantai at this moment. With the sword in his hand, he fell directly in front of Xuanzhong from mid-air, spitting blood at the mouth, speechless. Profoundly shocked, he was about to hold his life for questioning, the disciple turned his head and went straight away.

Xuan Zhong was so drunk by this sight that he furiously said, "What happened? Who would dare to hurt my Hexugu disciple!"

The Taoyuan master slowly got up, his gaze moved away from the dark clouds, his tone indifferent: "What happened, can't Master Xuanzhong see it?"

"Above these dark clouds, are not all corpses?"

The Tian Yan sword on his waist was unsheathed, and the sword broke the battle between Feng Yang and Chen Lin.

Feng Yang hadn't recovered from the previous sound fighting spirit, and was suddenly separated by a sword, a little startled. On the contrary, Chen Lin seemed to feel something, took the sword, and suddenly looked up into the sky—

Demon repair corpse generals, where are so many corpse generals from Hexu Valley! Why is there no warning for the guardian formation! ?

Chen Lin was shocked!

Master Yun Song's gaze was fixed on the dark clouds that were getting closer, his expression heavier. He suddenly shouted: "Where is my Taoyuan disciple!"

The female disciple of Taoyuan who was wearing veil and veil heard the words and replied together: "Here is the disciple!"

Tian Yanjian buzzed, seeming to be responding to Yunsong's question, spinning around in the air, and then steadily returning to the master's hand.

Master Yunsong held the Tianyan Sword, his wrist trembling slightly, and the sword power swayed away with the body of the sword. This sword has a strong sense of origin, and waves of waves actually sounded like ancient bells, stirring people's hearts!

He had a solemn expression, and said every word: "The magical way is coming, you can't wait for a sword, just follow me to meet the enemy!"

The corpse dumped from the sky, like a rain of blood!

Hexu Valley Forbidden Land.

Xuan Yun's limbs were broken, and he was nailed to the tree in an extremely strange posture. His teeth were broken in half, blood leaking in his breath, and he looked extremely disgusting.

—At least Lingke feels sick.

Xuan Yun was full of hatred in his whispers, he used broken words to question Ling Ke, but Ling Ke just sorted out the clothes on his cuffs, and looked indifferent.

In order to get close to the formation, she used a cold star sword to attract Dan Ling's attention, and then secretly exchanged Li Hong's branches. Holding this branch of the same source, Ling Ke was finally able to touch the formation. The first thing she touched was the formation of Hexu Valley's mountain protection, instead of detonating the spirit veins as agreed!

Xuan Yun sensed that it was wrong and asked sternly, but was interrupted by the exposed Lingke's palm, making him look so inhuman and ghost.

She was annoyed by Xuan Yun's quarrel, and turned her face with a smile, and asked: "Do you want to ask me, why don't you tell you that the front line of the mountain guarding formation is also this tree? Or do you think too? Ask me, why are there so many demons lying in wait outside the valley?"

Xuan Yun gasped.

Lingke—No, Venerable Cen Xing was a little disgusted when she saw it. She took a step back, covering her nose and mouth, and grinned in a very good mood: "I did this to clear the door for Heng Yue."

"Look at you, he has only been dead for a few hundred years, and you can't wait to kill him."

"Don't think of me that way, if he is still alive, you will still be grateful for my kindness."

Xuan Yun's vision became increasingly blurred, and he was about to lose consciousness.

But as long as he still has a sense of consciousness, he will stare at Cen Xing, staring at her with hatred.

Cen Xing disapproved at all, and even praised Xuan Yun: "You look good, and it's not worthless."

"For the sake of this look, what else do you want to ask, I will tell you." Cen Xing smiled, "Let you be a ghost."

Xuan Yun stared at her, and it took a long time for two words to spill from his throat: "Chang...yi."

Upon hearing this, Cen Xing looked at the shining little sapling in Kunlun wood with great affection, reached out his hand and gently touched the branch in his sleeve, and said with pity: "Sister Changyi, of course, I will take it away, but it's better or worse. Let her see that Hexu Valley has become a corpse breeding ground. She hates it, so she is willing to go back and live with me in the magic palace."

Xuan Yun's eyes were round and wide, but he had never expected that Cen Xing's goal was not just Chang Yi from the beginning, she also wanted to use Hexu Valley's spirit veins to raise her corpse!

She never thought of exploding the spirit veins!

Xuan Yun hated him very much. He wanted to remind Cen Xing: "Blood... Qi..."

Hearing this, Cen Xing couldn’t help but laughed, and finally laughed enough, before he replied indifferently: “This Hexu Valley is really inferior to one generation. Don’t you know that the blood contract was originally invented by magic repairs, I want Move your hands and feet inside, don't say Xuanzhong, didn't you even fail to spot the old men of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect?"

"I'm afraid he thinks I've solved the battle now and is waiting for his order to detonate."

She looked at Xuan Yun with pity in her eyes, and her red lips were slightly curved: "Cooperating with a tiger for skin, hasn't Heng Yue ever taught you this word?"