The face of the man in green robe gradually became a little ugly. At first, he was vaguely looking down on Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. In fact, his martial arts was not that good. It was just his strength that had just entered the artistic conception, and his own
Senior brother is just between brothers...
If his senior brother had not insisted on cooperating with Zuo Lengchan, he would not have come to a place like this and attacked a young man.
"But why is Ling Jing's martial arts so strange?"
The man in green robe turned around twice in a row, barely able to dodge Ling Jing's sword, with a hint of anger in his brows. He could feel that this young man's internal strength was really not weak, even stronger than many generations of old monsters in the world.
Much better, and his swordsmanship...
"This is a swordsmanship that understands the artistic conception!"
Since he became a master of martial arts, he has never encountered an opponent with such superb swordsmanship. No wonder before leaving, his senior brother told him to be careful with this son's swordsmanship.
"The artistic conception is to perfectly integrate the essence, energy, and spirit of a martial arts practitioner." A flash of understanding flashed in Ling Jing's heart, and the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" swept out from right to left, the sword body
It was perfectly parallel to the ground, and there was almost no resistance in the air. In just an instant, it crossed a distance of ten feet and swept across the chest of the man in green robe.
The movement of the man in green robe was very fast. With a slight tap of his foot, he jumped up and took a few steps back like a bird. Ling Jing's sword, which was as fast as a stream of light, only hit the corner of the opponent's clothes, but there was no joy on his face.
Wubei followed up by taking several steps in succession, pressing hard against the man in green robe, stabbing the opponent between his eyebrows with his sword.
"Jing refers to the energy of a martial artist. For anyone who practices martial arts, the deeper their skills, the more energetic they will be. Qi refers to the internal energy. I am already a junior master's internal energy, and the internal energy is naturally far superior to that of a first-rate master. So,
, what is God?”
The look in his eyes was changing, and he made continuous sword moves, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes silently. It seemed that the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand had been integrated into the air, and he could stab without twisting at all.
To the opponent's vital points.
"This boy, this boy!!"
The anger in the eyes of the man in green robes was even more intense. He found that when the boy in front of him was competing with him, his face showed a look of confusion. He thought to himself, this boy must not have tried his best. It was simply...
It's too much to deceive.
"Boy, try this trick from me!"
The man in green robe suddenly jumped back two feet, shouted angrily, and with a flash of his body, two identical figures appeared, running out from the left and right, spinning around Ling Jing.
When he reached both sides of Ling Jing, his body shook again and turned into four figures, running quickly and surrounding Ling Jing.
The blue light in Ling Jing's eyes beat rapidly, and he frowned slightly.
"Is this an afterimage left behind because the movement is too fast?" Even during the system's scan, he could only see four afterimages, speeding around him.
It seems that the movement skills of this man in green robe are really not very good. Even the system can only capture the afterimage of the opponent. As for which one is the real body, you need to judge by yourself.
In front of his eyes, four figures with blue light were rotating rapidly around him. Ling Jing's eyes were unmoved. He held a long sword in his right hand and pointed it down diagonally without moving his body at all.
"call!"
Suddenly, several rays of cold light erupted from the hands of the four afterimages at the same time. From the front, back, left, right, and in all directions, countless sharp energies shot towards Ling Jing's body at the same time.
However, Ling Jing gently closed his eyes at this time. In the image sent back by the system, he saw that these cold lights were tiny silver flying needles.
"I understand. Injuring someone with an embroidery needle is another "Sunflower Book"?"
It seemed that Zuo Lengchan had really gotten together with the people from Dongchang again. He sighed slightly in his heart. Once the forces in the world were linked to people in the imperial court, all the fights would no longer be between the children of the world.
The grievances and hatreds are so simple.
People in the Jianghu have always been a thorn in the side of the imperial court, because this group of people are very powerful, but they often despise the royal laws of the imperial court, act arbitrarily, and do not take the imperial court seriously at all. This is naturally the most taboo thing for the imperial court.
Who knows what Dongchang will do next once he helps Zuo Lengchan unify the world.
"Zuo Lengchan..." He muttered the name in his mind. This man was extremely ambitious. In order to unify the world, he even resorted to the power of the imperial court. If this matter spread to the world, he would immediately be able to
His reputation was ruined. After all, people in the world were very taboo about the word "court".
But with his current reputation, even if he tells it, who can really believe it?
There was a hint of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth. If you are an abandoned disciple of Huashan, you should have the consciousness of being rejected and despised by the righteous way of martial arts.
"But what does this have to do with me!" Ling Jing's eyes froze slightly, and there was a hint of indifference on his face. What the world will become in the end has nothing to do with him. As long as someone doesn't mess with him, then he will
I don't bother to pay attention to these intrigues and intrigues.
All the thoughts were almost fleeting in his mind. Facing the countless flying needles shooting from all directions, a faint smile appeared on his face with his eyes tightly closed.
"What is the true god of a warrior? Let me verify it!"
The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" on Ling Jing's right hand danced gently, seemingly at an extremely slow speed. Even in the eyes of the man in green robe, he felt that this man dared to be so careless in the face of countless flying needles from him, which was nothing like seeking death.
different.
The figure of the man in green robe became faster and faster, and the afterimage was filled with layer upon layer of hand shadows. The silver light shone like stars in the sky, and suddenly fell in the direction of Ling Jing.
"Jing, Qi, Shen! The system begins to record my mental fluctuations!"
Ling Jing shouted in his head and opened his eyes suddenly. In the dark night, two faint blue lights seemed to light up. His right arm gently swung from bottom to top, and the long sword in his hand moved upward silently.
In the process of passing by, suddenly...disappeared!
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" The four afterimages beside Ling Jing all changed color. The man in green robe shook his head slightly and looked at Ling Jing's hand, only to see that there was nothing in front of his right hand.
Never held anything.
"But, what about that sword?" The man in green robe felt his heart beat suddenly two beats faster. Suddenly, he heard an endless series of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dangdang" suddenly.
A little bit of cold light disappeared when it was still four or five feet away from Ling Jing.
"Is this the first level of artistic conception of "Dugu Nine Swords", the "invisible realm without self"?" Ling Jing showed a faint smile on his face. In his senses, he felt that his right arm was weightless, and the "
"The Ancient Sword of the Emperor Dragon" seems to be integrated into another time and space, and the long sword can sweep wherever the mind can reach it, almost in an instant.
"Then, it's time to end it." Ling Jing slowly turned around, with himself as the center, a vacuum area seemed to be formed within a five-foot square. When all the silver needles reached this place, they would suddenly
Disappeared without a trace.
Ling Jing slowly walked towards the remaining image of the man in green robe.
The man in green robe was flying left and right with a gloomy expression, "So this man is using me to sharpen his sword skills! What a courageous boy, how dare you underestimate me like this."
Knowing that this man's swordsmanship had reached an unpredictable level, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to trap him, he immediately stabilized his figure, and the four afterimages gradually merged into one. He jumped back and stood in front of Ling Jing.
On a raised soil block seven or eight feet away.
In the night, there was silence everywhere. The two just stared at each other and did not speak immediately.
After a long silence, the man in green robe slowly said: "What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?" There was a hint of dryness and hoarseness in his voice.
Ling Jing stood on the spot, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand revealed its blade again, smiled faintly and said: "If I say it is the Lin family's "Evil Sword Manual", do you believe it?"
The green-robed man shook his head slightly and said: "The Lin family's "Evil Sword Manual" has a total of seventy-two sword techniques. The moves are famous for their strangeness and speed, but no matter how fast they are, they cannot be completely hidden from my eyes."
Ling Jing smiled slightly and exhaled a breath. There were not a few people in the world who falsely accused him of secretly learning the Lin family's "Evil Sword Manual". At least everyone in the Huashan sect had this idea. Even his wife, Ning Zhongze, even though she said she believed it,
myself, but isn’t there any doubt in my heart?
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be an enemy, believing that the swordsmanship he practiced was not the Lin family's "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual".
"Why don't you leave yet? You should know that my Qinggong is not as good as yours. If you insist on running away, no matter how good my swordsmanship is, it will be useless if I can't catch you." Ling Jing smiled at the man.
The man in green robe sighed, cupped his fists and said: "Brother Ling's superb swordsmanship and extraordinary courage really opened my eyes. If we hadn't met in this situation, I would definitely treat Brother Ling to a drink.
.”
"But now everyone has his own master. Although I can't stop Brother Ling, those people from the Hengshan Sect may not be the opponents of Zuo Lengchan's men."
When Ling Jing heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The green-robed man laughed and jumped away. He quickly retreated to the edge of the depression and said with a loud smile: "Brother Ling, my name is Oxfam. I am a philanthropic Oxfam. I believe we will meet again in the future."
At that time, I will ask Brother Ling for his clever tips!"
The sound gradually faded away, and Ling Jing saw the figure of Oxfam running faster and faster like a ball of blue light, disappearing from before his eyes almost instantly.
"Another master who practices the "Sunflower Collection"!" He knows that the body skills and shooting speed of people who practice the "Sunflower Collection" are far superior to ordinary masters, but his own light-body martial arts is only an intermediate "Golden Goose Kung Fu".
Although the internal strength cultivation is not much different from that of Oxfam, the lightness skill is much different.
"It seems it's time to speed up the progress and quickly learn an at least superior Qing Gong." (To be continued.
