Xiang Wentian immediately groaned, and the blood on his ribs instantly dyed the clothes red, flowing like rain onto the stone bridge.
A few drops of bright red blood slowly dripped from the tip of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword". Faintly, it seemed that there was a faint green light on the tip of the sword, and on Ling Jing's wrist, several lines
The green lines are gradually disappearing.
Ling Jing did not wait for Xiang Wentian to react, and suddenly used the second sword. With a "buzzing" sound, the long sword swayed rapidly from side to side. The tip of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" was like a double-headed sword.
Like a poisonous snake, it showed its sharp fangs and stabbed directly at Wentian's chest.
Xiang Wentian's pupils shrank slightly, seeing that the opponent's sword moves were exquisite and his attacks were continuous. He was really a very troublesome person. He quickly stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his ribs to slow down the bleeding. At the same time, his left foot was on the stone bridge.
He kicked hard at the hole on the edge and retreated backwards while spinning.
"Want to hide?" Ling Jing sneered in his heart. He took a step forward and leaned forward, close to the bridge. He quickly slid forward and thrust his sword straight out, biting Xiang Wentian's vital part on the chest.
Xiang Wentian was caught off guard and was hit by a sword before, and the injury was not serious. This time, he was forced to retreat by Ling Jing's two consecutive swords, and he was immediately at a disadvantage.
With such a great opportunity, Lianyi on the side naturally would not sit idly by. She jumped slightly and quickly rushed forward. She stretched out her jade hands intertwined and flicked her fingers. She heard two "clang" sounds.
Silver light shot towards Xiang Wentian's eyes respectively.
"Damn it, why are these two young men so difficult to get along with?" Xiang Wentian was in mid-air and saw two tiny silver lights shooting into his eyes. He immediately felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself. This girl is really too weird.
vicious.
Suddenly, his breath sank, and he slapped the bridge with his palm. There was a loud sound, and the stone bridge was shaken by his palm. The bridge deck that was swept by the wind of his palm was even more chaotic.
The rocks flew apart, forming a huge crater.
With this huge force, Xiang Wentian's body suddenly jumped two feet into the air. Ling Jing swept the air with his sword, and Lian Yi's two hidden weapons also shot into the air.
"What a strong palm force!" Ling Jing glanced slightly and saw a few feet in front of him. The surface of the blue stone bridge was cracked like a spider web, and in the center, there was a
Huge potholes three to four inches deep.
He was slightly shuddered in his heart, thinking that Xiang Wentian's internal power was profound. Even if it was not a master-level internal power, at least it would not be too far away from the master-level. If he were to be swept away by his palm, the consequences would be really unimaginable.
The thought in his mind turned, but the speed of his hands was not slow at all. When he saw Xiang Wentian soaring into the sky, he immediately raised his sword and used the force from his feet to rush forward and stab Xiang Wentian's soles.
At the same time, several more "swish" sounds were heard, and several hidden weapons came through the air, heading towards Xiang Wentian to greet him.
Xiang Wentian's heart sank slightly. Since the young man took action, he had not only been hit by a sword and was seriously injured, but he had no time to fight back in the next few attacks. He was really embarrassed to the extreme.
Ling Jing's sword came very quickly. It was stabbing at the "Yongquan point" on the sole of Xiang Wentian's foot. If this sword hit, it would definitely destroy one of Xiang Wentian's legs.
Xiang Wentian had long known that this boy's swordsmanship was ruthless and his moves were exquisite, so he naturally did not dare to neglect him. He waved his palms forward, forming an airtight circle of palm shadows in front of him, trying to block the hidden weapons in the air, and at the same time he kicked with his feet.
Take the lead and fight with the opponent's long sword.
Ling Jing stabbed Xiang Wentian's "Yongquan Point" on the sole of his foot with his sword, but saw the opponent's left foot raised back and his right foot kicked back. Immediately, with a flick of his wrist, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" struck and slashed, and stabbed again.
Xiang Wentian’s right ankle.
The three of them performed four or five moves in mid-air. Xiang Wentian had profound internal energy and expert moves. Although he was at a disadvantage at this time, he showed no signs of defeat. Ling Jing's movements were extremely fast and his moves were unpredictable, making it difficult to figure out.
Lock Xiang Wentian's feet to prevent him from landing easily.
At this time, Ling Jing's feet had already landed on the bridge. Suddenly, he leaned back and his feet were close to the ground. Then he stepped hard. In an instant, his body swayed and he spun rapidly against the bridge. In his hands
The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" suddenly stabbed Xiang Wentian's feet from all directions, from the front, back, left, and right.
Immediately, Xiang Wentian's pressure doubled, and he felt a cold light burst out from under his feet. The sword light was so fast that it blinded people's eyes, and he felt horrified in his heart.
"Who is this kid? Why is his swordsmanship so good?" He has encountered many opponents in his life, but few have been able to gain advantage from him. However, he did not want to be defeated by two young men and women today.
So embarrassed.
That girl just paid it off. Although he was not weak in using hidden weapons, he still had a way to deal with it. It was just which sect this kid was a disciple of, and his sword skills were so sharp.
Xiang Wentian misplaced his feet and kicked his right foot out. Unexpectedly, Ling Jing had already reached the right side of Xiang Wentian. He immediately thrust out his sword and heard a "chi" sound.
Xiang Wentian's left ankle was already scratched.
Xiang Wentian was hit by a sword in his ankle. He gritted his teeth and grunted. After hitting a hidden weapon with one palm, he suddenly retracted his right palm, reached out and pinched the hidden weapon in his hand.
He held the hidden weapon in his right hand, threw it down, and shot it towards Ling Jing's face.
Ling Jing was only less than one foot away from Xiang Wentian at this time. The danger of a hidden weapon at such a close distance was even more dangerous. He quickly raised his sword to block it, hit the hidden weapon in the middle, and knocked it into the river.
Xiang Wentian seized this momentary gap, quickly fell to the ground, limped back a few feet, and then looked at the man and woman opposite with a look of hatred on his face.
Ling Jing saw Xiang Wentian falling into the distance, but the distance was not too far. Moreover, he was hit by a sword on his foot. Even if he wanted to run, he couldn't run very fast. He immediately held the long sword, pointed it diagonally downward, and said with a calm smile.
: "Brother Xiang, you have changed your mind and are you willing to lend me your things?"
Lian Yi fell lightly to Ling Jing's side, her face cold, her eyes fixed on Xiang Wentian who was covered in blood.
Xiang Wentian's face was as dark as water, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I still say the same thing, Xiang is standing here, if you want something from me, come and get it yourself if you have the ability.
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As he spoke, blood kept dripping slowly from his ribs and ankles, forming a pool of scarlet blood at his feet.
Ling Jing smiled slightly, with a harmless expression on his face, and said: "Brother Xiang, why are you so stubborn?"
It's not very wise to lose your life." His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action against Xiang Wentian again. However, while speaking, his eyes scanned the two wounds on Xiang Wentian's body invisibly.
After sweeping it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiang Wentian laughed "hehe" and said: "If you want to take action, do it. Do you really think that Xiang is afraid of you?"
Ling Jing smiled and nodded, saying: "Okay, then please take action, Brother Xiang."
Xiang Wentian sneered, moved his body, and was about to step forward. Anyway, I'm afraid there's no way things can go well today. These two people are bent on asking for the things they have on their bodies. It seems that they must know something.
He came here specifically to stop himself.
But I don’t know who they are?
His mind raced and he wondered, could these two people be masters secretly recruited by the thief Dongfang Bubai? If not, who would come here to stop me?
Although Dongfang Bubai is said to be the best in the world in martial arts, Xiang Wentian knows very well that this man is just a rebellious traitor who seeks to seize the leader's position. He has always been deeply despised in his heart, and now he has also begun to disdain the two people in front of him.
I got up and thought to myself, whatever I say today, I must first cut off the two minions of the Eastern dog thief.
He moved slightly, and took a step with his left foot, but he only moved a few inches, and then one foot hung down weakly. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he felt that his body was stiff, and he could not even move a step.
move.
"Poisonous!" Xiang Wentian was horrified. He lowered his head and looked at his wound. Sure enough, he found that the blood flowing out of the wound had a hint of black at some point.
"Despicable!" For a moment, he was furious. He glared at the person in front of him and shouted: "What a despicable little thief, he actually put poison on the sword."
Although he was furious on his face, he became calmer in his heart. He thought, these two thieves are not weak in martial arts. I was already at a disadvantage before I was poisoned. Now my body is stiff and difficult to move, but what should I do?
?
Ling Jing smiled faintly and said: "Brother Xiang, what you said is wrong. What I am practicing is the poison technique. The sword is poisonous. Isn't that a normal thing?"
Although he has only reached the first level of the "Qing Sang Corpse Sutra", he is already very skillful in using poison. When he stabbed Xiang Wentian in the ribs with his sword earlier, the poison in his body was instantly released.
It spread to the edge of the sword, and then it was repelled immediately, leaving no trace at all.
That's why a top player like Xiang Wentian accidentally suffered a big loss.
Xiang Wentian was immediately speechless. Previously, when he saw that this boy had superb swordsmanship, he preconceptionally thought that this boy was a master of swordsmanship. But now he heard others say that what he practiced was poison skill and he used poison to hurt people. Isn't that right?
Common sense?
His heart sank slightly, but he saw that there seemed to be nothing strange on the opponent's weapon. Under the slanting sunlight, it was shining with silver light. He knew that any poison-coated weapon would definitely have something special under the light.
It was different from ordinary weapons, but after the previous injuries flashed through my mind, I still couldn't figure out when this kid put poison on the sword.
"It seems that this boy is not only good at swordsmanship, but also a master at using poison." He narrowed his eyes, and when he looked at the young man opposite, his heart was already very heavy.
ps: ps: I tried my best to update it three times...
