Turbulent Times Chapter 690: The magic trick

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Lin Jilei snorted coldly, and retreated to Zhang Gan's side resentfully, although he was not convinced, but because of the blood in his body, he was powerless to fight.

Wang Junlin's eyesight is so good, he knows that Lin Miaoru's skill is far better than Lin Jilei's. However, it would be fine if he could retreat the enemy like this. After a little thought, he said: "It's a deal, if you can't beat you in the next three moves, let Luo Gui catch you without a fight, and he will never break his promise."

Everyone on Zhang Qian's side immediately mocked and sneered, apparently thinking that Wang Junlin was overthinking his abilities.

The Fenhe gang and the passengers also buzzed. Psychologically, they were all on the side of Wang Junlin who was in the same boat, and they were also worried and regretful for his unwise decision.

It should be known that "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru is a well-known master in Taiyuan City, also a master of breaking merits, and also in charge of Taiyuan casino, famous in Bingzhou, it is not easy to beat her, let alone defeat her within three moves.

"Zheng!"

Lin Miaoru drew her sword out of its sheath.

Wang Junlin smiled and said: "Wait a minute!"

Zhang Gan sneered and said with a sneer, "Do you want to go back on your word?"

Wang Junlin smiled lightly and said, "Senior, don't get excited, I just see if I can borrow a knife from someone."

Everyone was amazed.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Even if the knives are forged by the same blacksmith, there are differences in lightness, heavyness, bluntness, and sharpness. Therefore, martial arts practitioners attach great importance to portable weapons, because if they do not get familiar with the characteristics of weapons for a long time, it will affect the display of strength.

Wang Junlin now wants to defeat the "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru within three moves, the importance of weapons is self-evident, but he even temporarily borrowed an unsuitable weapon, before he could familiarize himself with the characteristics of the weapon, I am afraid that the number of three moves has passed.

Wang Junlin didn't use the Dragon Sparrow Knife, and he didn't even carry the Dragon Sparrow Knife with him to prevent his identity from being exposed. At this moment, the captain of the boat untied his saber, handed it to Wang Junlin and said, "Brother, let's see if this saber is suitable for me."

Lin Jilei snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the boss's move.

"Thank you, Boss Du." Wang Junlin took the long knife, slowly pulled out the knife, left sheath right knife, the sharp light in his eyes flashed away, turned around and covered Lin Jilei beside Zhang Qian, and said in a deep voice : "No matter what the outcome of today's incident is, this matter has nothing to do with the Fenhe Gang. If I lose, I have no right to speak. But if I win by chance, and your Taiyuan gambling house finds trouble with the Fenhe Gang afterwards, I make an oath here, regardless of the size of the matter, I will take your life."

The moment he drew his sword out of its sheath, a fierce saber aura immediately radiated from the long sword, attacking the enemy like an undercurrent. With his passionate and decisive words, Zhang Qian's side The pupils of the crowd shrank slightly, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

The face of Lin Miaoru, the "femme fatale" who bears the brunt, even changed slightly. He never thought that someone could use the aura of drawing a knife to emit such a powerful aura. The opponent's huge saber energy is invisible and real.

Zhang Gan was also dismayed by it.

Lin Jilei was even more chilled by Wang Junlin's eyes. When the saber energy surged towards him, he had to take two steps back, and he didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal for a while.

Knowing that Lin Jilei has been intimidated, Wang Junlin turned his gaze to the "femme fatale" Lin Miaoru, pointing his blade at him.

A strange thing happened.

The saber energy that enveloped everyone on Zhang Gan's side just now subsided in an instant, and it all enveloped Lin Miaoru alone.

Zhang Qian was shocked after all, and shouted: "Miaoru back down!"

During the speech, he reached out and pulled out the whisk.

At this time, everyone knew that Wang Junlin's martial arts were strong, probably far beyond Zhang Qian's imagination, and thus he lost confidence in whether Lin Miaoru could take the opponent's three moves.

Lin Miaoru's status is high, and she has a stubborn personality, so she is not willing to admit defeat without a move, and clenches her teeth: "Master, don't worry!"

The long sword made heavy sword shadows, turned against the enemy, attacked suddenly, and sprinkled the sky and covered the sky at Wang Junlin, which was also full of power.

The magical arithmetic techniques learned by Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu are not only about predicting the opponent's moves in advance, but more about calculating the opponent's mind.

So, every action and every word Wang Junlin just said was targeted, and in the end Lin Miaoru was forced to take the initiative to attack. He really can't guarantee the other party.

Lin Miaoru was forced to take a step back by Wang Junlin's inexplicable saber aura at first, but just as she stood firm, she didn't know that the opponent was able to gather all the saber aura to act on her, and she was in chaos. If she didn't counterattack, she could only retreat. It is true that she knows herself, and she also thought about focusing on defense, and she would win if she resisted three moves, but in the confrontation of momentum, she was completely defeated, and she took the initiative without knowing it. However, at this time, she also knew in her heart that she was definitely not Wang Junlin's opponent, and she just hoped to survive the three moves with the help of swordsmanship.

In the competition between masters, if the ambition is taken away, the confidence is damaged, the skill will naturally be greatly reduced, and Lin Miaoru is falling into the trap carefully set by Wang Junlin.

Lin Miaoru was able to take care of the Taiyuan gambling shop for the Wang family, so she was obviously not weak in intelligence, but she was far behind Wang Junlin in terms of combat awareness.

Zhang Gan raised his whisk and followed Lin Miaoru closely, intending to join the battle circle, but it was already a step too late. Wang Junlin took half a step back, and the knife in his right hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and he slashed in the air with ease.

Lin Miaoru's sword power seemed to be sucked up by him at once, leaving only a tangible and insubstantial false move posture, and she even gave the appearance of rushing towards his knife to die, her soul was scattered, so she didn't care about it Three moves are not the same as three moves, so he quickly withdraws his sword and retreats.

Zhang Gan followed her back and forth, brushing past her, and the whisk brushed towards Wang Junlin with the strength of howling.

Wang Junlin thought it was a fluke, he used his magic just now, barely judged the direction of the opponent's sword, and frightened the femme fatale back without bloodshed. The tactic of cutting with force in the law, peeking at Zhang Qian's strongest point and slashing away.

"Poof!"

Zhang Qian's dust fly was cut straight by Wang Junlin's seemingly random knife, and all the subtle changes were sealed at the same time. Although he was extremely unconvinced, he still had to be pushed back.

Wang Junlin's simple straight slash with a long knife was extremely brilliant in Zhang Gan's eyes.

With Zhang Qianzhi's ability, he also felt that attacking again under this situation would be a self-inflicted humiliation, so he continued to take a step back for a while, dispelling the idea of ​​counterattack.

At this time, the two sides returned to the situation of confrontation at the beginning.