Qin Tianxiong did not look at it first, but turned back to lock the storeroom again. He lowered his head and stared at it, but was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is this the handle that Master Lin is going to use?"
Seeing his strange smile, Lin Jianlan picked up the sword in his hand and took a quick look. He immediately thought to himself that something was wrong. The sword was very old and heavy. The blades on both sides had been sharpened many years ago and had lost their sharpness. When he touched the sword directly with his hand, he felt a little abrasive, but there was no pain at all.
Lin Jianlan didn't really want to fight to the death with Yin Yin, so whether the sword could hurt people was secondary. The worst thing was that there was a small line running across the middle of the sword, and the color was slightly dark red, which was somewhat different from other places. It felt bulgy when touched, and he immediately realized that the sword was probably broken originally, and this red line was caused by the sword being re-spliced ​​and forged later.
Lin Jianlan thought to himself, "I'm afraid my sword will break again after just a few strikes from Yin Yin." Even so, he couldn't say anything more because he hadn't chosen it carefully and would waste more time. He had to bite the bullet and said, "I just feel that I have a strong affinity with this sword. I like it, so I'll take it!" He felt in his heart that he had no chance of winning against Yin Yin. If the sword broke, he could find an excuse and make the best of a bad situation.
Qin Tianxiong said no more, smiled, turned around and left. Lin Jianlan followed behind him and looked at the old sword in his hand. Although the sword seemed to be rough and blunt, the material seemed to be very good. The subsequent forging could not melt and reconnect the broken parts, so it could only barely repair the cracks.
The two of them returned to the Kuang Yi Hall. As Cao was present, no one dared to show any impatience, and they all waited in a solemn manner.
Since Lin Longqing became the gang leader, the couplet has been replaced with the one he wrote. No one in the gang still remembers what the previous one looked like, let alone paying attention to the worn-out longsword on which it was written. Seeing the heavy and simple sword in Lin Jianlan's hand, everyone nodded and thought to themselves, "The gang leader's swordsmanship is light and agile, swift and fierce. He is not bad at countering it with a heavy sword."
Cao Yinyin had already walked down slowly, holding the handles of two swords, one long and one short, in his right hand, and holding the white rope in his left hand.
Lin Jianlan did not step forward, but lowered his sword and bowed, saying: "I have no weapons with me today, and I did not come to my hometown to seek revenge. Since Gang Leader Cao wants to learn from me, I will obey your command." He smiled and said: "You are all familiar with me. A few years ago, I was just a rural boy who knew nothing. I couldn't practice internal skills due to blocked meridians. Fortunately, Uncle Qing saved my life. Gang Leader Cao has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Everyone in the gang praises his extraordinary talent. Even if I am a god, I can never reach the level of Gang Leader Cao."
Everyone heard this as a plea for mercy that only enhanced others' prestige and dampened his own ambition. Tie Song thought to himself, "Most people care about their reputation and are unwilling to beg for mercy. He is willing to speak out these truths to protect himself from any fatal injuries. This is a wise move." After thinking about it, he saw that Cao Yinyin's face had no expression, and his whole body was emitting an oppressive chill. He couldn't help but shudder and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lin is right. Since we are just sparring, we should stop at the right time."
The coldness on Cao Yinyin's body gradually grew stronger. The other hall masters who had not yet returned all felt that what Tiesong said made sense. They were puzzled as to why she had actually reached the fifth level of the Liuxue Xuan Gong. However, it was rumored in the gang that the gang leader's internal strength had just reached the fifth level, which was her limit. This was overestimating Lin Jianlan.
Qin Tianxiong said, "Master Tie and you all didn't see Master Lin fighting Madam Wan just now. Although he had his back to the enemy, he was able to be safe with the sword in one hand. But in my opinion, it is no exaggeration to say that Master Lin's swordsmanship is superb. Since it is a martial arts exchange, everyone should do their best." After saying this, he whispered, "Boss, be careful" and jumped out of the field.
Lin Jianlan smiled bitterly and raised the sword to his chest. He did not dare to be careless anymore and focused his attention. He saw Cao Yinyin flying over, with two swords in his right hand like scissors and his left hand still holding the white rope. Lin Jianlan did not expect the sword to be so fast. He hurriedly lowered his head and barely avoided it. However, he saw a hint of coldness in front of his neck. It was the white rope with cold air. He quickly withdrew his sword and lowered his body. The rope missed. The two swords stabbed at Lin Jianlan's exposed back, but there was a "clang" sound. Lin Jianlan had already used the "Su Qin Carrying Sword" move and it was just stuck in the middle of the sword blade.
Lin Jianlan straightened up suddenly, and took advantage of the momentum to draw out the old sword. There was a long, sharp sound, and a string of sparks appeared where the three swords overlapped. After seeing this move, all the hall masters believed that what Qin Tianxiong said was true. He was able to anticipate the enemy's arrival first, which was already a superior move.
Cao Yinyin learned the "Double Snow" from the master of the Jade Sword Sect. Naturally, the hall masters seldom saw her perform it. Several strange moves were matched with this strange weapon, and no one knew what they were. Most of Lin Jianlan's sword moves were not quite the same. They seemed to be ordinary moves, but they always felt like they were a little different.
In a flash, the two figures overlapped and the sword lights flashed frequently. The two swords in Cao Yinyin's hands had not yet separated. Bai Suo danced like snowflakes. In the pure white, one could always see a few dark shadows that were very lively. It was Lin Jianlan's old sword. It seemed that he had not shown signs of defeat yet.
The hall masters were only watching the surface moves, but only those in the battle knew the inner moves. The scissors, stabs, chops, and clamps of Cao Yinyin's double swords and the entanglement, winding, rolling, and pulling of the white rope all revealed the cold internal force pressing in from all directions. At first, Lin Jianlan felt that the surroundings were very cold, and his hands and feet were a little unsteady, but slowly he was driven by the coldness around him, and his internal breath circulation became faster and faster. The yin and yang were originally balanced, but the yang energy suddenly became strong. After a while, his whole body warmed up again, but it was not unbearable heat, just returning to its original state. Although Lin Jianlan felt much better, he didn't know whether it would be good or bad for this internal force to continue like this.
Cao Yinyin's "Double Snow" was indeed very powerful. With such a weapon and internal strength, it really exerted its full power. Lin Jianlan had to deal with the two swords that looked like a cross while secretly being careful of the white rope. Apart from being able to sense a hint of coolness, the white rope's moves were completely silent and were really difficult to guard against.
There was only an extremely slight "click" sound, and Lin Jianlan's heart trembled. Seeing that the double cross swords were attacking as usual, he quickly jumped back, but saw Cao Yinyin raised her slender hand , and the two swords were clasped together, and flew straight towards Lin Jianlan's face like a windmill.
The two of them were already close to each other, so how could they dodge in time? All the hall masters stood up and looked towards the field.
It was too late to retreat, but if he didn't retreat, he would have to confront the rapidly passing cross sword wheel head-on. He would probably not gain any advantage in terms of internal strength. Moreover, once the sword left his hand, Cao Yinyin's hands would be empty, so he would have to have a follow-up move.
Tie Song couldn't bear to see Lin Jianlan get hurt, so he had already grasped a long pole tightly in his hand. If the sword wheel was about to take his life, he would help him.
But in a flash, Lin Jianlan did not retreat but advanced. With a flash of white shadow, the sword's momentum was blocked. Everyone looked at it intently and saw that Lin Jianlan had turned the old sword upside down, tightly grasped the tip of the sword, and used the hilt to hook the white rope hanging in Cao Yinyin's left hand, and pushed it upwards with force, allowing it to spin along.
The white rope was stuck in the gap between the two swords, and Cao Yinyin couldn't let it go, so he could only pull it tight. The other end was hooked on the hilt of the sword by Lin Jianlan, and the rotating sword wheel suddenly circled around for several circles, pressing the white rope like a bowstring. Although it looked like a game, from the incessant "whooshing" sounds in the hall, it could be heard that the two sides were really colliding with each other with the help of the white rope.
Although the tip of the sword was blunt, it was difficult to exert force. Lin Jianlan felt a burning pain in his hand holding the sword, and the hilt had to withstand the force of the sword wheel and resist Cao Yinyin's forceful pulling back, which consumed a huge amount of energy. His face had already turned red and big drops of sweat were oozing out of his forehead.
Cao Yinyin was not feeling well either. Although he did not underestimate the enemy and exerted his internal strength to the limit, this unexpected sword move was unexpectedly broken. Originally, the white rope in his hand could have been used for repeated attacks, but now it became a hindrance. When he was exerting force, he heard Lin Jianlan shouting, and he exerted force with his hand again. The white rope, which had been bent like a crescent moon, suddenly straightened at this moment, and bounced the entangled sword wheel back with the reaction force, and rushed straight towards Cao Yinyin's face.
Everyone in the hall had just felt relieved, but now they couldn't help but feel nervous again, and all looked at Cao Yinyin. Cao Yinyin was already familiar with the characteristics of this weapon, and the only thing to worry about was Cao Yinyin's original strength plus the rebound force, which might make the attack more rapid and fierce.
But she lay down, not as flustered as Lin Jianlan, and used the force to wrap the white rope around the hilt and slightly circle it, which had reduced most of the force. Lin Jianlan had also taken the hilt in his hand at this time, but the base of his palm had been worn out a lot. But Cao Yinyin didn't even give him time to breathe, and took the opportunity of lowering her body to attack Lin Jianlan's lower body with the short sword.
Lin Jianlan saw that although the silver dagger was flying towards him from below, it seemed to be a little off and could not hit him no matter what. In a flash, Cao Yinyin's other sword had slipped out of his hand and was attacking from the other side. With a flash of inspiration, he placed the old sword on the ground and flipped up on his toes. He was standing upside down on the old sword. Almost at the same time, the two swords with the white rope suddenly turned in an arc and spun from behind the old sword to the front. After several quick spins, the two swords returned to Cao Yinyin's hands again. The long rope had already tied Lin Jianlan's old sword tightly. Using force with both hands, Lin Jianlan almost fell off the long sword. He quickly turned over and stabilized his body, while rapidly thinking about how to respond.
The hearts of the people watching the fight were lifted and lowered several times. If Lin Jianlan had moved a step later, his lower body would probably have been tied up by the white rope. The white rope could not even be cut by a sharp weapon. Once entangled, defeat would be basically certain. However, even if he escaped this, his weapons were entangled so tightly that his chances of winning were not great. What's more, both swords in Cao Yinyin's hands could be used freely at this moment.
There was no time for long and detailed thinking during a fight. Lin Jianlan only felt that the white rope in Cao Yinyin's left hand suddenly pulled towards that side. He hurriedly tried to stabilize it, but in front of him was a flash of sword light. The long sword in his right hand was about to attack again. If he wanted to avoid it, he could only drop the sword and jump away, which would mean he lost.
Not only Tie Song, but others also whispered in their hearts: "Instead of hurting their lives, it is better to abandon the sword and admit defeat now." But Lin Jianlan did not leave the bound old sword. Instead, he lowered his body and hit the sword with one palm. Although the middle of the sword was wrapped in layers of white rope, a crisp "crack" sound could still be heard. Everyone was puzzled by his intention, but saw Cao Yinyin staggered backwards several times before he stopped retreating, and the long sword that was about to reach Lin Jianlan's eyes was also pulled back.
The white rope that was originally tied to the long sword was now hanging on the ground, and the long sword was nowhere to be found. Everyone looked up and suddenly realized that the long sword had been broken into two pieces, one in Lin Jianlan's hand. As it was broken by Lin Jianlan, the white rope lost its leverage, and Cao Yinyin suddenly found nothing. The harder she pulled, the stronger the force of the pushback was, and she was actually pushed back by her own strength.
Seeing this, even Qin Tianxiong, who had always been smiling calmly, became serious. He thought that even if Lin Jianlan could easily fight against Madam Wan, Cao Yinyin's skills were far beyond Madam Wan's. In this contest, Lin Jianlan would not last long under Yinyin's weapon and moves. However, it seemed that this was not the case. He thought to himself, "The long swords in the warehouse are all good swords with both strength and toughness. It is impossible to break them with one blow. But he chose this old sword that had been re-welded. Did he expect this move?"
Others who knew Lin Jianlan's background were also extremely surprised. It seemed that Lin Jianlan not only had his own unique moves, but was also extremely responsive in actual combat. His internal strength made people feel even more unpredictable. When compared with Cao Yinyin's cold internal strength, ordinary people would feel cold and stiff all over their bodies, and their moves would often become slower, but he seemed not to have noticed it. Although it seemed that he had used up all his strength, he did not show any signs of exhaustion.
At this moment, the long sword broke into two and faced Cao Yinyin's two swords. In a short fight, the white rope would not be able to play any role. After this fight, it seemed that the real show would begin from this moment. Everyone was watching intently, but saw Lin Jianlan holding the two swords together in his hands, clasping his fists and saying, "In order to avoid the moves of Boss Cao, the blade has been broken. I lost!" After that, he stepped aside and said to Qin Tianxiong, "Deputy Boss Qin, it is really my fault that the sword broke. I can't return it intact. If it is not urgent, can I keep it with me, find a famous master to reconnect it, and then return it to your gang?"
Cao Yinyin stood in the hall, still expressionless. Although her opponent admitted defeat, she had fought hard and could not be considered perfunctory. Naturally, she could not force him to fight again. She walked to the middle and sat down and said, "Mr. Lin's moves are exquisite. I admire him very much and have learned a lot. Since Mr. Lin picked this sword out of dozens of swords, I believe he is very compatible with it. I will give it to Mr. Lin. You can weld it or break it as it is, it is up to Mr. Lin's preference."