Doting on concubines and destroying wives? Come back and spread your family's ashes

Qi Han's swordsmanship is fierce, and his purple feather scimitar is dangerous.

No matter who these two people were, their martial arts skills were higher than Lin Jinglan's, not to mention that they both attacked her at the same time.

In just an instant, Lin Jinglan felt great pressure.

Even if he used all the sword skills he had learned in the past few days, he was still no match for them.

"Zi Ling and Qi Han have strong martial arts skills and rich experience. They have fought many times in life and death, but Miss is no match for them. According to the current situation, Miss will lose in ten moves at most. There’s no need for Changsong to take action at all.”

Uncle Qi stood aside and spoke to Xiaoluo with a solemn face.

"What should we do? If Miss loses, she will lose all face today. In the future, she, the leader of Wushang Camp, will be equivalent to a joke, and she will not be able to truly control Wushang Camp."

Xiaoluo also understood the key, her face was heavy, and her eyes were eager to speak to Uncle Qi.

"But the young lady should have thought about these issues. She has always had good ideas and will not dig her own grave."

Lin Jinglan is very smart and has scheming intentions. This is something that both Old Marquis and Uncle Qi know.

While they were worried about Lin Jinglan, they also tried their best to believe in her.

"But I think the young lady is in danger at this time. Uncle Qi, is there anything you can do?"

Su Xiaoluo looked at Uncle Qi expectantly.

But Uncle Qi shook his head. He had some status in Wushang Camp, and even the four major deacons wanted to give him face.

But giving face doesn't mean they have to listen to you.

People who can be deacons naturally have some abilities. They are all arrogant people. Sometimes even the old marquis feels helpless towards them.

Moreover, we were at the headquarters of Wushang Camp at this time, and all the important people in Wushang Camp were here. Even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do.

While the two were talking, the fighting was fierce, and Lin Jinglan was forced to retreat continuously.

"Chief, you are no match for us. Why don't you just admit defeat and go back and practice for another two years?"

Zi Ling let out a chuckle and slashed with her scimitar. If Lin Jinglan hadn't dodged quickly enough, she would have been injured.

"The body skills are excellent."

Changsong watched Lin Jinglan's hesitating movements and couldn't help but nod.

If he really followed Lin Jinglan's martial arts, he would have been defeated long ago under the combined attack of Zi Ling and Qi Han.

But her swordsmanship, precisely because of her body skills, can barely rank among the masters.

He turned around and lowered his body to avoid Qi Han's stabbing sword. At the same time, he blocked Zi Ling's scimitar with his long sword.

"It's already been ten moves. I'm afraid the young lady won't be able to survive it."

Uncle Qi said with a sad face.

Although Lin Jinglan had exceeded his expectations and used several more moves, it was still not enough.

But he and Xiaoluo could only watch and couldn't do anything.

"It seems there's no need for me to take action."

Changsong said with a chuckle, and then naturally received the angry looks from Uncle Qi and Su Xiaoluo.

Everyone was watching the three people fighting in the palace and waiting for Lin Jinglan's defeat.

No one believed that Lin Jinglan could win, not even Uncle Qi and Su Xiaoluo.

But unlike the others, Lin Jinglan's face was extremely calm, and the long sword in his hand was relaxed and controlled, and he moved back and forth in a methodical manner.

Using their body skills to step back more than ten steps again, Zi Ling and Qi Han didn't hesitate at all, and swept away with their long swords and scimitars at the same time.

Lin Jinglan's eyes went back and forth between the two of them, and finally took another look at Zi Ling.

The attacks of the two men came very quickly, and their movements were extremely fast. One to the left and one to the right, Lin Jinglan had no possibility of escaping.

Under normal circumstances, this blow would directly defeat Lin Jinglan, because she was already at an absolute disadvantage.

But Lin Jinglan seemed to want to fight, and stabbed Qi Han directly with her long sword. The two swords intersected, blocking Qi Han.

Qi Han's palm also caused Lin Jinglan to deflect a little towards Zi Ling, just in time to meet Zi Ling's scimitar.

The scimitar was very fast. If the scimitar was allowed to cut down, Lin Jinglan's shoulder would definitely be severely injured.

Everyone was waiting for Lin Jinglan to be splashed with blood, but Uncle Qi and Su Xiaoluo were shouting anxiously.

But even if they wanted to rescue, it was too late.

When Zi Ling saw this, her eyes suddenly shrank, and she quickly retracted the scimitar. However, because of the force of the sudden retraction, she stepped back a little, and her body became slightly unstable due to this tendency. .

There was still a trace of fear in his eyes. The knife just now almost killed Lin Jinglan.

And this moment of instability and the gap between her taking a few steps back was the opportunity that Lin Jinglan had been waiting for for a long time.

The long sword flicked and he avoided Qi Han, then he ignored him, stepped in unison, and reached Zi Ling in an instant at a speed twice as fast as before.

He slapped Zi Ling directly with one palm. Zi Ling had no time to react and met him with the same palm.

But then, he felt a stinging pain where his palms met, and a small silver needle pricked Zi Ling's palm.

Her body was instantly paralyzed and unable to move for the moment, Lin Jinglan slapped her away with one palm.

Then he turned around and faced Qi Han again.

"Zi Ling, you have lost."

Changsong took Zi Ling and said something teasingly, not letting this beauty fall to pieces.

At this time, Zi Ling still had little strength and glared at Changsong.

"Conceit always leads to trouble. This time, our little leader plotted against me. I deserve the consequences."

Zi Ling now understood that Lin Jinglan had long known that he could not defeat the three of him, so he had made calculations from the beginning and made himself the first target.

She was sure that he wouldn't really cause her to be irreparably harmed.

"Calculating people's hearts is also a skill. Just sit back and take a good seat."

Changsong put Ziling back to her own place and sat down, then quickly joined the battle and faced Lin Jinglan with Qi Han.

"Deacon Zi Ling was defeated."

Many people in Wushang Camp were whispering, which was indeed a surprising thing.

After all, although Lin Jinglan's martial arts was good, it was not outstanding. He could defeat Zi Ling with only a dozen moves.

It was so surprising.

But Uncle Qi and Xiaoluo were very happy. As expected, no matter what the young lady did, she had her own reasons.

"But after Zi Ling's defeat this time, Qi Han and Chang Song must be on guard. It will be even more difficult for the young lady to win."

Uncle Qi spoke again worriedly.

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Qi Hanpeng falling to the ground with a sound. He could no longer hold the sword. There was a look of astonishment on his cold and icy face, and he didn't understand his defeat. look.

"Qi Han. Was he defeated by the lady?"