As a small land and a bitter and cold place, Goryeo is a thalian sapling population compared to the Central Plains. It is a result of the influence of many forces under the influence of many forces.

Faced with the third resolute attack of the Sui Dynasty, nearly half of the adult men in China were killed or killed in Goryeo, and it was impossible to form an effective defensive measure. In just two months, it was invaded into the mainland of the country, and the Sui Dynasty's military attack was even directed to the capital.

In this regard, Cailin, the master of Goryeo, finally couldn't sit still.

But as soon as he set off, he was surprised to find that there was another person not far from his house. The man was wearing a Taoist robe and stood on the treetops outside the wall. He looked carefully and felt that the other party seemed to be there, and his breath was perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

Even if Fu Cailin hadn't seen the other party, he wouldn't have believed that the other party was a real person.

"Central Plains is really full of talents. After Ning Daoqi, there are experts like Taoist priests?"

"But you don't seem to want to see me!"

Yuan Qing looked at Fu Cailin slightly, and I have to say that this Goryeo master looked very distinctive. He had a narrow face that was almost unusual for normal people. His facial features formed were all flaws. His forehead was particularly high, his chin was slender and his outer cover was a bit sluggish. His curved nose bridge was towering and huge, which made his eyes smaller in comparison with his mouth.

But such an ugly appearance gives people a strange harmony. What causes all this is Fu Cailin's wonderful temperament and bright eyes. The temperament and eyes blur the boundary between beauty and ugliness, making him full of strange charm.

"I hope that your and my meeting is not at this time! Then I sit in the pavilion after the rain, watch the growth of plants and trees, and feel the beauty of nature and life."

Fu Cailin sighed, and started with a sharp sword with a bright green light. He looked at Yuan Qingwei's mouth with a smile.

"But except today, do you have the courage to meet me?"

Yuan Qing sneered slightly. As the pillar of Goryeo, Fu Cailin did not represent himself from the beginning. His actions must be restricted by the national level.

For the sake of national justice, even if he is a great master, he will not be free.

Yuan Qingwei stretched out his hands, and his skin instantly became crystal clear and shining with jade. He made a mistake and appeared next to Fu Cailin and pressed down with one hand.

The energy swept wildly and immediately rushed towards Fu Cailin like a storm. Yuan Qingwei's palm had no skills at all, but simply suppressed people with his power. The energy emitted was as powerful as a mountain, and the air everywhere was vaguely solidified.

Faced with such a fierce attack that seemed to be falling in love with the mountains, most people may be defeated under this terrifying momentum when facing this move.

However, Fu Cailin is far from comparable to ordinary masters. As a master with a unique reputation in the world, Fu Cailin has rich combat experience. The sharp sword in his hand drew a perfect curve in the air, directly stabbing the strongest point of Yuan Qingwei's palm.

The energy that was originally like a mountain suddenly stubbornly touched the steel glass and quickly dispersed.

The next second, Fu Cailin turned his wrist and the sharp sword in his hand turned into a little green light. He tapped the tree in mid-air, just like the world's most brilliant Go national player, directly blocking all subsequent changes in Yuan Qingwei.

"Rozi Tianyuan? Yi Jian's technique!" Yuan Qing exclaimed slightly.

He has seen that Fu Cailin has combined all his heart and feelings with the sword in his hand to block all external feelings, rely on the feelings of the soul, cooperate with the principles and principles of his own perception, and draw the sword according to his will.

This also allowed Yuan Qingwei to peek out the essence of Fu Cailin Yi's swordsmanship.

As the saying goes, "With a man, a sword is used to play against the enemy."

This sentence describes the cleverness of Yi's swordsmanship. It regards the battle field between both sides and the entire world as a chess board, with both sides as chess pieces and their lives as bets.

The sword is like playing chess. Every sword is hit by, and it pays attention to the enemy's initiative, predicts all subsequent changes of the opponent, and gains the upper hand in silence. Therefore, when fighting against Yi Jianzhi, it is not only martial arts, but also a competition of wisdom and state of mind.

"What a pity! What a pity!" Yuan Qingwei looked at Fu Cailin and couldn't help but sigh.

He had already seen that the more ordinary Fu Cailin's martial arts were, the more mysterious it was. But can Fu Cailin maintain a normal mind now?

Yang Guang's army could invade the capital of Goryeo at any time. In the crisis of the destruction of the country, Fu Cailin's heart was already in chaos.

And his mental uncertainty also involuntarily affected his sword skills, causing some mistakes.

Logically, this little mistake is of no use to warriors below the Grandmaster level. What can you do even if you can see it? Your body cannot keep up with the other party's rhythm at all. How can you crack the other party's moves?

But Yuan Qingwei is different. Although he is still in the realm of a master, his physical strength is far stronger than that of an ordinary master.

The palms carefully carved by jade are stretched forward, completely ignoring the sharp sword in Fu Cailin's hand. The five fingers are sometimes bent and sometimes straightened, just like a lotus blooming, evolved in the air, either moving, rubbing, disc, bounce, twist, or picking, etc.

A series of qi powers, either soft or strong, intersected in the air, are very unique, soft and tough, and even if the sword energy is sharp, there is no way to deal with it. The strong can instantly turn into softness around the fingers.

Layers and layers of entanglements and changes, no matter how the sharp sword in Fu Cailin's hand changes, it is difficult to incorporate it into his own chess game. Therefore, Fu Cailin gradually became like an insect falling into a spider web, unable to break free and sink deeper.

But in the face of Yuan Qingwei's forced force, Fu Cailin still maintained his face calm, and he survived in the gap like a sharp sword in his hand. Suddenly, his wrist turned, and his sword, which had originally been stern, suddenly became crazy.

It’s like a master of calligraphy. He just finished writing the first half of the regular script, but when he finished writing the second half, his style changed drastically and he wrote cursively.

Countless beautiful lines passed through the air, with thousands of light spots covering the sky, and the sword tip pointed out, pointing to the energy emitted by Yuan Qingwei.

In the end, thousands of light spots gathered into a sword and pointed directly at Yuan Qingwei's eyebrows.

"Huh?!" Yuan Qingwei was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fu Cailin to complete the layout in such a situation, triggering a killing move against him.

"Not bad! But a pity!"

Yuan Qing sighed slightly, and he sighed at Fu Cailin's talent, but also sighed at his identity.

As an enemy, the more talented Fu Cailin was, the less Yuan Qingwei could not let him go. His index finger and middle finger appeared in front of him at a completely unreasonable speed, clamping the sword, and bending it and flicking it.

The sword broke, Yuan Qingwei was in power and was unforgivable. He reached out to slap him. Fu Cailin couldn't help but retreated more than ten steps, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step. After standing firmly, his face suddenly turned red, and then he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist.

"You lost!" Yuan Qing shook his long sleeves, and the broken sword that fell to the ground shot out, piercing Fu Cailin's wrist holding the sword.

"With this wound and the broken sword, go back and tell your king that you have lost!"

Fu Cailin trembled all over when he heard this. As the spiritual leader of Goryeo, he knew very well what consequences would be caused by meeting the king like this. But he did not dare not not listen to Yuan Qingwei's orders. When Yuan Qingwei was speaking just now, the coldness revealed in his eyes had already made his meaning very clear. If you don't say it, then let me say it.
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