Chapter 52 Confrontation with each other

Yànling's heart couldn't help but feel cold.

The witch's scheming was too deep. She knew that her appearance was extremely cool with his mother. When she saw her true face, she would definitely be wary of her because her appearance was almost the same as Jiang Qingyue.

Therefore, he deliberately tried him in a temptation manner, regardless of whether he was hit by the tomb or not, he would inevitably make him feel confused.

Yànling couldn't help but feel anger in his heart, because the witch looked too similar to his mother. When she looked at her, it felt like she was facing another mother, so she was deceived by the other party without any warning. Yànling's anger was even hundreds of times more than being deceived by anyone else.

At the same time, he couldn't help feeling extremely disappointed.

Before coming here, Yàn Ling Ben was full of confidence and believed that with his grandfather's successor, the future lord of Yinxia Palace, he dared not say that he surrendered, but he definitely had enough qualifications and strength to make the witch willingly stand on his side.

After all, Grandpa had passed on all his inheritance to him, and since he had not concealed his identity in front of the four commanders, the witch must have known his true identity.

It will be his tomb who will succeed as the grandfather and become the supreme belief of countless Yin people in the entire Yin realm after being a grandfather for a hundred years.

Yànling did not pray for the witch to submit to him like Xinli and Jiadu. Even for the sake of her own clan, she was unwilling to stand on his side for the time being, Yànling would never be angry.

But his identity is so special that the witch should at least regard him as a Yin person with the same position.

Yàn Ling never expected that the witch not only did not do this, but from the first moment he stepped into this place, he had already secretly planned to plot against him.

No, or it should be said that after the four commanders under her command went back to report everything to her last night, the witch had already secretly planned to plot against him.

If it weren't just now, Yi'nling discovered that everything that was revealed on the witch's face was disguised. I'm afraid that Yi'nling had already been addicted to the witch's confusion because of her and her mother's extremely cool appearance, which made her almost fatal attraction to her, and was completely deceived by her.

Thinking of this, Yànling couldn't help but recall the fact that the witch had just mentioned that she was proficient in sex arts.

This is another thing that makes Yàn Ling feel jealous and resentful.

The witch in front of her is not only beautiful but also her reputation has even spread to the Central Plains.

She is the beauty that countless men in the world dream of but cannot get. Even the countless beauties in the clan, after seeing the witch for the first time, she also admitted to Yànling that he dreamed of getting the moving body of the witch Balanna.

Yàn Ling once clearly remembered Jiadu told him that the witches not only admire martial arts, but also the difference between them is that the people of their entire clan have never had the tradition of being a fixed partner.

The witch's couple will only last for a while. Once they get tired of it, they will separate without hesitation and find a new love. The witch's concept of men and women is the most open in the entire Yin land, and is even more open than the Sand Wolf tribe.

As the leader of the clan, she is also the witch whom all men in the clan dream of conquering the object. She must have had many men.

She is currently in Chudu and has been colluding with Shen Yaojun for a long time. The witch's current partner is most likely to be the powerful Shen Yaojun!

Unparalleled jealousy surged in Yànling's heart!

No wonder he had heard that Shen Yaojun had an extremely fierce pursuit of his mother, because Jiang Qingyue had always been disgusted with other suitors, and even Beilinjun had touched her in a disgrace.

Seeing that it was difficult to replace Yàn Ling's father, Shen Yaojun completely gave up this idea and never bothered her again.

But a few days ago, Beilin Jun died suddenly, and Shen Yaojun gained the upper hand in competing with two brothers of one mother to compete for the position of crown prince. At present, his power is the most powerful, and even many people in the capital see this.

At present, his father has not returned as his original identity, and Jiang Qingyueming is still at an excellent opportunity for Wen Jun to be a new widow. Although there is still a prince from the town, Qi Qing, with Shen Yaojun's current status, he has enough qualifications and strength to compete for Jiang Qingyue.

Even if Qi Qing, who has family forces behind him, it is not easy to block Shen Yaojun's offensive.

But what is strange is that at this great opportunity, Shen Yaojun was indifferent and never stepped into the gate of Jiang's mansion.

Judging from the strength that Shen Yaojun showed when he attacked his two brothers, this was simply unreasonable.

But tonight, Yiàn Ling finally realized that Shen Yaojun was not interested in his mother, but because Shen Yaojun had already possessed a beautiful appearance that was 70% or 80% similar to Jiang Qingyuezu, and even confused the witch far above the latter.

If Yàn Ling was Shen Yaojun, he had already been addicted to the witch's endless sea of ​​desires, and was fascinated by the witch.

Of course, I don’t want to do things like pursuing Jiang Qingyue that are extremely difficult and not yet pleasing.

When I think of the witch in front of me who looks almost like my mother, it is most likely that she is Shen Yaojun's woman.

Incomparable resentment surged in Yànling's heart that even he himself didn't understand!

He sat upright and looked at the witch's beautiful and charming face coldly.

Shengran's desire, which had just been aroused by the witch, had completely disappeared, and was replaced by a calmness like ice and snow.

He looked at the witch coldly and said, "I don't know if the witch was serving Shen Yaojun and Shang Chi on the couch, was she as gentle as she is now?"

After Yànling said, his eyes stared at her beautiful eyes that seemed to be glowing with water.

When the words fell, he clearly saw the shock flashing through the witch's eyes, knowing that his words had hit her weak point.

The witch slowly sat back to her original position, and her tone was still tender: What is Shen Yaojun? I don’t understand what the young master meant?

Seeing that the witch denied her relationship with Shen Yaojun, the jealousy in his heart became even more intense.

He snorted and said: Do the witch know that you colluded with the nobles of the Chu royal family as the leader of the first clan in Yin. What will happen if the news comes out?

After Yàn Ling finished saying this, he saw that the swaying charm on the witch's face disappeared.

Instead, there is a calm like a storm.

The witch sat upright calmly, her eyes meeting Yàn Ling's scrutiny without any hesitation.

Her beautiful eyes, which were originally flowing with strong spring love, had already left her mind at this moment.

She looked at Yànling calmly and said lightly: You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense.

Without any direct evidence, how could Mr. Yàn slander me and collude with Shen Yaojun at will?If it were because of the special status of the young master, if it were someone else, I would have already ordered someone to throw him out.

Seeing her until now, Yàn Ling was still denying her anger, and she was even more jealous of her relationship with Shen Yaojun.

If the witch's appearance did not look as similar to his mother, Yànling would not be so easily angry as he is now.

He said coldly: Since the witch dares to cultivate private soldiers for Shen Yaojun, don’t be afraid of being known.

The witch still looked calm when she heard this.

She gently lifted up the white porcelain wine glass in front of her, her beautiful red lips as bright as blood, took a sip of the sake in the glass, and said calmly: Young Master Yàn should be clear that everything should be emphasized, and without evidence is slander.

Although the young master has a special status, I am not the one who can be bullied by the young master.

Yàn Ling said in a deep voice: This is something that I saw with my own eyes. The witch has long known this. What is the point of blindly denying it? Why doesn’t the witch dare to open the skylight to talk to me?

However, the witch still refused to comment after hearing this.

Just based on the words of a wolf, Young Master Yàn believed him without any investigation and told him frankly that I was very disappointed with the Young Master.

Yànling's face finally completely darkened.

The witch denied repeatedly, and dared to do but did not admit it, which eventually made him completely lose all his patience.

He stared coldly at the witch's only beautiful eyes that looked a little different from Jiang Qingyuefang, and said coldly, "I'm not afraid of telling the witch frankly. Jiadu has long been loyal to me and confessed everything to me, otherwise how could I confront the witch like this."

If the witch did not collude with Shen Yaojun, then why did he not come to Chu to do something if he was not in his clan territory?As the number one master in Yin, the Witch dares to do it but dares not recognize it. I am the one who is disappointed.

If the witch still wants to deny it blindly, then why would I tell my grandfather about this matter personally and tell him that the witch clan secretly colluded with the Chu people and secretly cultivated private soldiers for him. Once the incident was found out by the grandfather, would you still be able to gain a foothold in Yin?

This is Yàn Ling's last attempt to compete for the witch.

He took the initiative to say that Jia Du was loyal to him and moved out of his grandfather, hoping that the witch could stop the cliff and make the final fight.

But what was destined to disappoint Yàn Ling was that when the witch heard these words, the originally calm eyes suddenly burst into a cold and cold feeling.

The witch stared at Yàn Ling coldly and said calmly: In this way, Young Master Yàn intends to bring out the majesty of Lord Sword Saint to suppress me and the witch clan behind me?

If so, the young master can try it out and see if I and the 80,000 elite witch clans behind me will sit and wait for death?

The polite and friendly atmosphere of the two sides at first met was gone on the spot.

For a moment, the wooden house was filled with a tense atmosphere, extremely tense.

Yàn Ling resisted the unspeakable endless disappointment and anger that arose in his heart, and calmly met the witch's cold eyes.

Of course, I am not the one who bullies others by virtue of my power. I heard that the witch has the best swordsmanship and has no opponent except grandpa.As the descendant of grandpa, I was already itchy. I might as well learn about the swordsmanship of the witch tonight.

Yànling stared at the witch's eyes calmly and said calmly: As long as the witch can last for thirty rounds among me, I have never heard of everything.

But if the witch could not hold on for thirty rounds in my hands, then it would be hard to say whether I would report this to my grandfather.

I heard Yàn Ling's half-threatening and contemptuous tone.

The witch's eyes showed an unconcealed murderous intent.

She glanced at Yànling indifferently, and her tone said without any fluctuation.

Just so I have already wanted to learn about Young Master Yàn’s cleverness and see if Young Master Yàn is really as clever as the rumored ones.

The witch then stood up.

Let's change to a spacious place.

After saying that, the witch walked straight into the wooden house.

Looking at her slender figure walking slowly, Yànling's heart completely sank.

This is the last struggle made by Yàn Ling, but now it has completely failed!

The witch refused to admit it at all. Even if Yàn Ling moved out of her grandfather's reputation, she still couldn't suppress her. The witch seemed to have decided to completely tie it to Shen Yaojun and die on an ordinary warship.

Yàn Ling made his last effort, but it was still in vain.

The witch would rather take over his invitation than admit what she did, and the disappointment in Yànling was unparalleled.

The inability to win the strongest witch clan in Yin land means that his and his parents' path to restoration will lose the strongest power. It can even be said that without the participation of the witch clan, the conditions for the path to restoration of the country will not be ripe.

Yàn Ling really doesn’t understand!

Why did the witch stand on Shen Yaojun's side after he revealed all his identities? Didn't she know how many of her tribe members had the coalition forces of the Central Plains slaughtered in the war that invaded the Yin realm?

The witch colluded with Shen Yaojun, which was tantamount to acquaintance with a tiger. Shen Yaojun only had her beautiful beauty and body, as well as the elite of the witch clan behind her.

No matter how much Shen Yaojun promised her, annexing the fertile Yin land is something that every Central Plains king dreams of and will never change because of a certain woman.

As the leader of the clan, it is impossible for the witch to not even know this.

As the future lord of Yinxia Palace, he can be regarded as his own member of the witch clan, but what he could not even guess in his dream was that the witch finally chose Shen Yaojun rather than him.

The full confidence and ambitions before coming here turned into bubbles at this moment.

Even if he beat the witch in swordsmanship, it would not help the overall situation. Yànling's disappointment is indescribable.

The pair of snow-white jade feet with white socks under the witch's embroidered skirt gently stepped on the ground made of wood and bamboo, and walked inward.

Yànling followed her and was stunned to find that this wooden house, which seemed not particularly spacious on the outside, had a unique world inside.

There was a back door behind the house where they were just now, which was connected to a sealed bamboo wall corridor. As they walked to the end of the corridor, an extremely spacious inner room appeared in front of Yànling.

Entering this spacious inner room, what attracts attention are the two huge weapon frames placed on the left and right sides of the inner room, all kinds of iron and copper swords, spears and halberds.

A trace of enlightenment flashed in Yànling's heart. This must be the place where the witch practices swordsmanship every day.

The witch walked to the weapon stand on the left and took a silver sword on it. Her beautiful jade face immediately threw it to the road of Yàn.

Young Master Yàn looked at the weapon here, as he could do whatever he wanted. Every weapon on the rack was carefully forged by famous craftsmen in Lu, and each piece was very good.

Yànling said lightly: No need.

He untied the white cloth wrapped in his hand around the body of the Wuming Sword little by little.

The witch's eyes stared at the strange black sword in his hand, which was as dark as ink, and the sixteen extremely bright oil lamps hanging in the inner room, could not reflect a strange black sword with half a trace of fire on the sword.

The witch's beautiful eyes flashed slightly: Although this sword is extremely cool, it is definitely not the Tianyu of Lord Sword Saint.

Yàn Ling was a little surprised.

He nodded calmly and said: The witch guessed very accurately. This sword was another sword that Grandpa had never used before. It was called Wuming, and it was also made of the iron from the sky. The witch was careful!

As he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, Yànling knew it was difficult to win the witch. No matter how disappointed he was, he could only put aside everything and fully appreciate the witch's superb sword skills that were the most powerful.

There was a crisp sound of tinging.

The tip of the nameless sword in Yànling's hand accurately touched the tip of the silver sword in the witch's hand.

Although this sword was just a temptation, it also used 50% of the force of Yàn Ling. In addition, with Wuming's extremely heavy sword body, it could easily defeat the heavy force of Xin Qi or Coral with one sword, but it could only be equal to the witch.

The witch, which was almost the same as his mother, seemed graceful and gentle, but was beyond imagination. Yàn Ling also saw the almost relaxed and relaxed look from the other party Yurong.

Yànling's heart sank.

The witch's martial arts skills are far higher than expected, not only in terms of bonus, but even a little better than Xiuli and his mother.

I'm afraid Nian Zhong, among the three swordsmen, may not be as good as her. I'm afraid that only Yàn Li was qualified to compete with her.

Yàn Ling, who found this point, was immediately shocked. Faced with such a powerful swordsman, he realized that he might not be able to defeat her within thirty rounds.

But Haikou has already praised it, and it is difficult to get rid of the tiger.

The witch shook the silver sword in the jade hand and pulled out several sword flowers.

Her figure is as slender as Jiang Qingyue, and she is even more agile as she moves her hands, and she is so beautiful.

But Yàn Ling, who was in the scene, had no interest in appreciating her charming beauty.

The witch's sword technique takes a tricky and feminine way. Although it is the same agile, it is completely different from Jiang Qingyue's light and fast sword technique.

After learning about internal energy, Yàn Ling's strength has increased sharply several times, and he is holding the extremely heavy Wuming. His sword skills have changed into a way that can exert power even more.

However, in the past, the swordsmanship that was always unfavorable, facing the feminine swordsmanship of the witch, the power can only be exerted by seven or eight out of ten, which is difficult to expose.

The two of them fought each other for about twenty rounds in the spacious inner room like a storm.

Although the witch was not blessed by the qi, she fought and retreated under the attack of Yànling, which seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact she was still invincible and could always resolve the huge force that Yànling passed through at the most critical juncture.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already attacked more than twenty moves, and in the thirty rounds set by Yàn Ling, there were only less than ten rounds left.

At this point, Yàn Ling still couldn't take the witch.

The unfavorable record in the past made Yànling feel a little illusion that except for grandpa, all other swordsmen in this world, even when facing three swordsmen like his mother, could quickly defeat the opponent with his unique internal energy.

Especially last night, he took all his strength and seriously injured the demon lizard, the leader of the four commanders, in three rounds, which further increased Yàn Ling's confidence in facing the witch.

But he had never expected that when he faced the witch's feminine and tricky swordsmanship, his strength could not be fully utilized.

According to the current state, it is difficult to defeat the Witch even if it reaches a hundred rounds.

A hint of anxiety arose in Yànling's heart.

At this time, the witch who was fighting with him on the other side keenly noticed that he had exposed a gap. The silver sword in his hand suddenly turned into a fierce poisonous snake, spreading its sharp fangs, and along the indestructible nameless sword body in Yànling's hand, it suddenly bit him like a poisonous snake, holding the hilt of the tiger's mouth holding the hilt.

Yàn Ling's heart was terrified, his wrist immediately sank, and he changed his slash to a provocation, quickly turning the offensive into a defensive to avoid the witch's tricky and vicious sword.

But he never expected that when Wuming in his hand was tilted up, the witch suddenly pulled the sword and retreated. His jade wrist trembled, and the silver sword in his hand immediately came towards Yàn Ling's face. At the same time, the jade feet under his skirt kicked out towards Yàn Ling's crotch like lightning.

He actually attacked Yàn Ling's eyes and lower body mercilessly, which was extremely vicious!

Yàn Ling only felt a silver light flash in front of her eyes, and at the same time, she caught a slender and soft foot kicked out from the hem of the witch's skirt from the corner of her eyes.

He was shocked, knowing that he was not careful, and the witch immediately caught a flaw that he exposed.

This is the closest failure since the completion of the art of Ling.

Cold sweat oozed wildly from his back.

He saw the coldness in the witch's eyes, and knew that she would not take action, so she would be a fatal blow when she took action and would never hold back.

At this critical moment, Yànling had no choice but to use his grandfather to preach his only secret.

A sudden light burst out in his eyes, as if lightning was flashing.

An unparalleled aura suddenly burst out from Yàn Ling's body. Wuming turned around three times in his hand like lightning. Yàn Ling tapped his wrist and held the hilt of the sword.

Wuming raised his slanted forward with a huge force like a mountain collapsed and cracked.

In the witch's horrified and incredible beautiful eyes, Yànling picked the silver sword in her hand into two pieces with a blow.

As soon as the sword broke, the threat to Yàn Ling's eyes disappeared, but the jade foot that was flashing like lightning under the witch's skirt still had not diminished its attack and kicked straight at his lower body.

The pair of jade feet under the witch's skirt is slender and beautiful, which is not an exaggeration to describe as the best in the world, but when she used it as a counterpart, this pair of beautiful jade feet turned into a terrible weapon.

With the force and speed of her kick, if Yàn Ling's lower body is kicked upright, his life will only be seen but not used in the second half of his life.

But unexpectedly, Yàn Ling did not dodge nor avoid it, but instead he still came to face when the witch's jade foot kicked.

There was anger in Yànling's eyes.

The witch is worthy of being a witch, and his ruthless move is something he had never thought of before.

With one move, he hit his weakest two weakest points at the same time. If the sword was stabbed just now, Yàn Ling would probably only be able to see things with one eye for the rest of his life.

And the kick under her skirt was even more kicked for the purpose of wanting him to lose his son and grandson.

Yàn Ling rushed towards her without fear. When the hilt of the sword in her hand was tightly pressed against the witch's slender and white jade neck like a swan neck, the witch's soft feet wrapped in white socks kicked right at Yàn Ling's crotch.

I only heard a soothing cry.

Yànling's powerful collision was about to knock the witch Balanna down.

At this time, Yàn Ling also looked shocked, because he found that the witch kicked his lower body and retracted all his strength at the critical moment. That kick could no longer be said to be a kick, at most it can only be described as a touch.

In amazement, a pair of soft jade hands suddenly hugged Yàn Ling's waist and rolled him to the ground.

Yànling came back to his senses and felt slightly angry.

Until now, this woman still did not forget to use her beauty to seduce herself.

The swordless in his hand was still tightly pressed against the witch's throat. Even though she was hugged by her waist and fell to the ground, her whole body was pressed against the witch's soft but elastic body, and Yàn Ling still refused to let go.

The fragrance filled his nose and an astonishing elasticity came from under his body. Only then did Yàn Ling realize that his right elbow was pressing against a soft and full, extremely elastic breast through his dress.

When he realized that he had pressed down on one of the witch's right breasts, an unknown desire immediately rose from Yànling's lower abdomen.

He was shocked and bit his tongue lightly to keep himself awake, and he used all his will to avoid thinking about the charming body under him that was almost similar to his mother.

The sword body was still pressed tightly against the witch's neck, without any relaxation, and said coldly.

Unfortunately, after twenty-seven rounds, it seems that the witch's swordsmanship is not very good either.

Unexpectedly, the witch pressed under him seemed to be completely as if the sword tip on her neck did not exist, and she giggled.

Young Master Yàn has obtained the inheritance of Master Sword Saint, and even learned the unique skills of Master Sword Saint in the world. If he cannot defeat me within thirty rounds, that would be a really strange thing.

Yànling couldn't help but feel shocked.

Qi is coming, it is the life-saving skill passed down by Grandpa alone to him. Using this skill can increase the internal energy in his body several times in a short period of time.

Not only can he become extremely powerful in a very short period of time, but he can also make his body invincible with the blessing of internal energy.

It is precisely because of this that he dared to take the kick from the witch head-on.

The witch actually knew that Grandpa’s secret skill was really not simple.

Yànling looked at her with a smile on her face, no loser should have, and intuition was that this witch was playing tricks, and she couldn't help but frown: What tricks do you want to use?

When the witch heard this, she hugged the pair of jade hands that were gently clinging to Yànling's waist. She suddenly hugged him tighter and giggled on her face: It's my fault to make the young master so nervous.

As early as the young master came in, I could feel the unique aura from the young master. Although it was basically confirmed that the young master was undoubtedly the descendant of the Sword Saint, because I was not alone, the life and death of 80,000 clans behind me was all related to my thoughts. I had to be careful, so I made this test and forced the young master to attack me in anger.

The sword that just stabbed the young master's eyes was indeed used with all his strength, and he would never resist. If this were not the case, how could I force the young master to use the secret skill of Qi Lin to make me completely confirm the young master's identity.

Yàn Ling was stunned when he heard this, what did you say?

Now that I have confirmed the identity of the young master, I can also completely relieve myself and confess everything to the young master.

The witch twisted her delicate body like a water snake under him and gasped and said softly: The young master wants to suppress me, so he will take me naked later. It will not be too late to carry it to the couch and press it.

Let me compensate the young master first, and then explain everything to him?

Yànling was stunned when he heard this.

Looking at the witch's jade face that was almost exactly the same as Jiang Qingyue, her face was filled with spring feelings, and she was panting with tenderness and sweetness under her body, looking gentle and respectful and moving.

He was completely confused.

At the same time, the witch's tempting words once again made the lust in his lower abdomen rush up crazy, knowing that he could not suppress her like this, otherwise he would be exposed in his ugly state.

Yàn Ling frowned slightly and put away his long sword.

Then he grabbed the witch's white white wrist and pulled her up, who was lying on the ground like a crabapple sleeping in spring.

The witch kindly held Yàn Ling's arm and took him back to the front room where the two met just now.

The witch Balanna sat facing Yànling again.

The spring tide on her face suddenly disappeared cleanly. She sat upright and was more dignified than Jiang Qingyue. Her calm jade face was inviolable, as if shining with a holy luster.

Yàn Ling was stunned and could not connect the witch who was still under him the moment before, and was completely distracted by the witch, who was as dignified and elegant as his mother.

A pair of white and delicate jade hands slipped out from the witch's wide sleeves, gently adding sake to the small empty porcelain cup in front of Yàn Ling.

Her bright red jade lips gently smiled and smiled.

What the young master wants to ask, I know everything and say everything.

Yànling stared at her dignified and beautiful face in a daze. After a while, he came to his senses and said in a deep voice.

Is the Witch hooking with Shen Yaojun... working together?

Hearing this, the witch gave him a little anger, and his coquettish look almost made Yànling think that it was Jiang Qingyue glaring at him.

The young master guessed it well, and I did cooperate with Shen Yaojun. To be precise, we are using each other.I know that the young master must say that if he colluded with Shen Yaojun, if he was trying to get a fucked with a tiger, I have no choice but to tell the young master not to show up earlier.

This time it was Yànling's turn to be stunned.