Oxfam was holding the two of them in his hands. Even with his martial arts skills, he suddenly felt a huge suction coming from behind, which made his body movements feel a little sluggish.
"It turns out that he also learned how to "absorb stars**"!"
Oxfam's heart sank slightly. The power of peerless martial arts such as "Star Absorbing **" was hardly inferior to that of the "Sunflower Book" he practiced. Moreover, this person's sword skills...
In fact, what he was most afraid of was Ling Jing's unpredictable swordsmanship. There was no trace of the sword being drawn or retracted.
"This person is really not simple. It seems that after returning, I still need to report this matter to the master."
The robes on his back had all bulged backwards, and the two people from the Songshan Sect had already had a certain impact on his movement. He was afraid that Ling Jing would take the opportunity to rush up and attack him again.
A trace of cruelty flashed in Oxfam's eyes, and he suddenly threw Gaoke back in his left hand and kicked him in the abdomen.
"Junior Brother!" Deng Bagong really didn't expect that this Dongchang ally would suddenly throw Gao Ke out. He was horrified. Suddenly, he heard Gao Ke scream and was sucked into the hand of "Let Me Go".
"Hey! So decisive!" Ling Jing was also slightly shocked. After sucking Gaoke into his hand, he immediately broke his neck and threw him into the corner. He then flew towards the door with his feet a little lower.
However, Oxfam was much faster than him. He used Gao Ke to stop him for a moment. The suction force behind him was slightly reduced, and he immediately jumped out of the door.
When Ling Jing caught up with him, he saw that the night was deep outside, and a pale moonlight fell on the bluestone on the street, reflecting the gleaming light, but there was no trace of Oxfam anywhere.
"You've run well enough." Ling Jing smiled coldly, but he wasn't too worried. Two of the three "Songshan Thirteen Taibao" had already died in his own hands, and that Zhong Zhen was still Zuo Leng.
The deaths of these two people, Zen's confidants, were probably enough to make Zuo Lengchan feel distressed for a while.
He did not continue to chase Oxfam, knowing that with the man's low body skills, even if he chased him out, it would probably be in vain. He immediately shook his head, turned around, walked through the lobby of the inn, and walked out from the door.
The night was as cold as water, and the entire twenty-eight pavilion was as silent as a dead town. Except for his own footsteps, there was no sound.
Ling Jing frowned slightly. The residents of the town seemed to have heard that a large group of bandits would come to plunder, so they all evacuated a day in advance. They took their livestock, belongings, and other valuable things with them. No wonder
It will be so quiet here that you can't even hear the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs.
"Let's go see the people of the Hengshan Sect first." He didn't see Master Dingjing, Yilin and others returning, so he still felt a little unable to settle down, so he immediately walked northeast along the bluestone road.
In the middle, he deliberately took a detour from "Nan'an Inn" to "Xian'an Inn". He saw that a few lights in the inn were still not extinguished, but there were no people around. It seemed that Master Dingjing and others had not returned.
"Strange." Ling Jing suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart. With the names of the Hengshan sect, if all of them were really safe and sound, it would be impossible for Master Dingjing not to leave a message for him. After all, he could be considered a leader.
The savior of the Hengshan Sect.
"It can't be that something happened again." His face sank slightly, and he jumped up to the roof. Looking up, everything was dark, not even the small courtyard where the disciples of the Hengshan Sect were previously imprisoned.
See a little fire.
Ling Jing galloped past the roof, and within a moment, he arrived outside the small courtyard.
He stood on the roof of a nearby house, but saw a deserted courtyard. The door of the room where the disciples of the Hengshan Sect were previously imprisoned was ajar. According to the image scanned back by the system, he saw that there was no one in the room. Lian Dingjing
The teacher's wife is not here either.
"What's going on?"
Ling Jing jumped into the courtyard, walked a few steps, waved his left sleeve, and the two wooden doors were pushed open.
Entering the room, I saw that the tables, chairs, and screens in the room had been overturned to the ground. The floor was covered with broken white porcelain fragments. It was obvious that the teapot on the table had been smashed.
Ling Jing frowned, closed his eyes gently, and began to scan every corner of the room carefully.
Suddenly, in the upper right corner of the wall, a striking trace of blood was found, and there was a blue cloth shoe on the ground, which seemed to be left by a disciple of the Hengshan Sect.
He slowly walked to the corner of the wall, touched the blood stain, and found a few drops of blood on his hand. The blood was cold and still slightly sticky. It was obvious that the injured person had been gone for a long time.
"Could it be that people from the Songshan Sect have already poisoned Hengshan disciples?" Thinking of this, Ling Jing's heart couldn't help but jump slightly. He had no idea how many people the Songshan Sect had sent during this trip. Apart from Zhong Zhensan, he had no idea.
In addition to people, there are other masters of the Songshan Sect here, which is not good news.
"I hope nothing happens to Yilin." Ling Jing picked up the cloth shoes in the corner and walked out of the side door of the room. He wanted to see people or corpses. As long as the corpses of Hengshan disciples were not found, then he would still be there.
There is a glimmer of hope.
After a few steps, he walked out of the back door of the courtyard and searched along the streets and alleys of the town to the end of the town. Ling Jing frowned more and more, and suddenly jumped up to the house and looked around.
At that time, in the early morning of the morning, white mist filled the air, and there was mist on the treetops. As far as the eye could see, there was not a single figure on the road on both sides. Suddenly, I saw a green object on the road to the south. It was far away and could not be seen clearly.
But there was an empty road, and such an object was placed in the middle of the road, which seemed quite eye-catching. He jumped down from the house, ran towards it, and picked up the object. It turned out to be a blue cloth women's shoes and the one in his arms.
They are exactly the same, except for the size.
He looked at the green cloth women's shoes and his expression changed: "Yes, it seems that the Songshan Sect just transferred these Hengshan disciples away. However, these female disciples are also smart and know how to leave some clues for me.
"
No corpses of disciples of the Hengshan Sect were found along the way, and cloth shoes of Hengshan disciples were left in two places in a row. I knew that if people from the Songshan Sect were to kill people, they would never leave these things on the road, and I felt slightly relieved.
One loose.
He immediately identified the direction of the road, and based on the clues left by the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, he galloped all the way south. After running for more than ten miles, the road gradually became rugged, with trees on both sides, and few strangers passed by.
After driving for a few more miles, I found another green cloth hat in the bushes nearby, which was exactly what the disciples of Hengshan wore.
"It seems that this is indeed the path we have taken."
Ling Jing found the direction and walked until noon. Along the way, he found many clues left by Hengshan disciples. At noon, he saw a small shop on the side of the road and walked over.
The store owner was a tall man with a sturdy build, a simple face, and dark skin. When he saw Ling Jing walking into the store, he immediately ran forward, took off the white towel from his shoulders, wiped it on the table, and said with a smile: "
Objectively, do you want something to eat?”
Ling Jing nodded, sat down, ordered some drinks and side dishes, and then asked: "Brother from the store, have you seen several monks passing by here today?"
The big man thought for a while and said: "I haven't seen several of them, but I have seen one. There was a teacher who passed by the shop and asked the same question objectively?"
"Oh? Really." Ling Jing's eyes moved slightly. It seemed that Master Dingjing had also discovered that the disciples of Hengshan had been moved away, and chased after him first.
After a hasty meal, Ling Jing rushed south along the road. However, until it got dark, he still saw no trace of Master Dingjing and the Hengshan Sect. As far as the eye could see, there were long grass and dense forests, and the road became increasingly dense.
It was narrow, and after walking for a while, the grass grew up to the waist, and the road was no longer clearly visible. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of weapons clashing in the northwest corner, and Ling Jing's eyes were filled with blue light, and he ran towards the sound.
After running for tens of feet, his eyes suddenly brightened up. Dozens of torches were lit high, and the sound of weapons clashing became louder. He stepped closer and ran closer, only to see dozens of people lighting torches and forming a circle.
In the circle, there is a person in the circle with flying sleeves and a long sword. He is powerful against seven people. It is Master Dingjing.
Dozens of people were lying outside the circle. Looking at their clothes, he knew they were female disciples of the Hengshan Sect. Ling Jing saw that all of them were covered, so he immediately pulled a scarf to cover their faces and walked closer step by step.
Everyone was watching the fight attentively, and no one noticed him for a while.
Master Dingjing was one against seven. He was moving around in the circle surrounded by seven people. He looked extremely strong, but his whole body was covered with blood, and even his face was splattered with scarlet blood. At the same time, he used the sword with his left hand.
, it seems that the right hand has been severely injured, and it is just trying to support itself at the moment.
Yi Lin and other disciples of the Hengshan Sect all woke up and looked at Master Dingjing anxiously. However, these disciples had their hands and feet bound and could not move at all. They could only worry about themselves.
Ling Jing could naturally see that Master Dingjing was just at the end of his sexual intercourse, so he did not dare to delay any longer. He suddenly jumped out of the bushes, rushed to where Yi Lin and other Hengshan disciples were, and struck out with two swords.
, and eliminated the two guards neatly.
The masked men holding torches around him paused for a moment before Ling Jing killed two more people in a row. Suddenly, he heard a group of masked men shouting in unison and slashing at Ling Jing with several large knives.
When Master Dingjing in the distance saw the young master coming to help, he immediately felt excited, thinking that even the heavens do not want to destroy our Hengshan lineage. With the protection of this master, he will definitely be able to protect his disciples from illness.
He immediately used his remaining strength and drew out his long sword one after another, dragging down the seven masked masters.
When Ling Jing saw these big men coming to greet him, he immediately sneered and pointed out his long sword, hitting the wrists of seven people in a row. The sound of the weapons falling to the ground was heard. Suddenly, he saw his wrist flick and the long sword disappeared in an instant. Suddenly
Suddenly, sword energy shot out, "chichichi" sounds were heard continuously, and all seven big men screamed and fell out. To be continued.)
