After Ling Jing used the "Sword of Shape", he was like harvesting straw, killing all the masked men around him. The disciples of the Hengshan Sect on the ground saw that there was nothing in his hand, and he could kill the opponents so miraculously.
Everyone was a little stunned, not knowing what kind of magical martial arts this was.
"Senior sister, what kind of martial arts is this?" Qin Juan, who was younger and still had tears on her face, was looking blankly at the young master in the field and asked Yi He who was standing aside.
"I...I can't tell either." Yihe's face turned slightly red and he whispered.
Among the second-generation disciples of the Hengshan sect, she has the most powerful martial arts skills, but at this time, she could not see clearly how the master used the sword. At that speed, with her skill, she could not see even a trace.
Qin Juan choked up slightly, then exclaimed: "Ah! Master...Master can't do it anymore!"
The disciples of the Hengshan Sect were suddenly startled. They looked towards Master Dingjing and saw that her right rib was blood red, her sword was hanging low, and her body was shaky. It was obvious that she had suffered another serious injury.
"Hero, please, go save my master." Qin Juan cried with tears on her face.
Ling Jing killed the last masked man with one sword. Hearing the voice of the little girl Qin Juan, he was slightly startled. He turned his head and saw Master Dingjing trying to raise his sword to block the blow of a masked man.
gun.
Ling Jing didn't stop, he dodged several of Hengshan's disciples and separated the ropes on their bodies with his long sword.
Immediately, he quickly swept forward and rushed into the seven-man formation. In order to prevent these masked men from threatening the lives of the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, he had to deal with those people first. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, he decided
Master Jing was severely injured again.
Seeing the young master rushing into the formation, Master Dingjing's face showed a hint of relief. She tried her best to shift gears a few times, and then she saw the young master waving his hands rapidly, and the long sword and scabbard were dancing together. There was no sign of it.
, and then heard several "pah pah pah" sounds, and the masked men were struck on their acupoints one after another, and they stood still.
A white-haired masked man saw the opportunity and immediately took two steps back, escaping the sweep of Ling Jing's scabbard. Suddenly he trembled and said, "You, who are you?"
Ling Jing didn't say a word and looked at this man coldly, recognizing that this man was the old man who took the lead in imprisoning Hengshan's disciples in No. 28 Shop yesterday.
His feet slipped and he swept forward. On the way, he swung his sword with his backhand, and the sword energy burst out. The other six people were hit in the throat with the sword one after another. Blood spattered everywhere and they fell out screaming.
"Amitabha!" Master Dingjing seemed to think that this young man was a bit too cruel. Although he was an opponent, his attack was a bit too ruthless. She hurriedly recited the Buddha's name and frowned slightly.
Ling Jing ignored Master Dingjing. The gratuitous compassion of a monk makes people feel unreasonable. Others are bullying you and want to take your life. You really don't know how to mourn for them.
The white-haired old man used an iron staff and saw the white-turbaned man stabbing his chest with a sword. He didn't dare to be careless. The previous brothers had been knocked down by this man inexplicably. Naturally, he was very vigilant in his heart.
He placed the iron staff across his chest and struck Ling Jing's lower abdomen with both picks and thrusts, while defending and attacking.
Ling Jing stabbed out with his sword. It was an ordinary sword technique, but in the middle of the sword and in the middle of the move, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" suddenly disappeared out of thin air. He turned slightly to the left to avoid the man's iron staff.
The long sword penetrated the man's chest with no sound.
The white-haired old man fell to the ground suddenly, with a look of astonishment on his face.
The last enemy was killed by Ling Jing. Master Dingjing swayed a few times, could no longer hold on, and fell down.
Qin Juan and other disciples had already rushed forward and shouted: "Master, Master!" Qin Juan served his master the elixir for healing wounds and drank it, but saw that Master Dingjing's face was still pale and did not improve at all.
The other four female disciples picked up the torches from the ground and surrounded Master Dingjing. Seeing that she was seriously injured, everyone had worried faces and remained silent.
Master Dingjing's chest couldn't help rising and falling. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at Ling Jing and said, "Young... Xia, I don't know... which sect... you are a disciple of...
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Ling Jing frowned slightly and saw that Master Dingjing's eyes were blank and she was breathing out too much but not taking in too much. She knew that Master Dingjing's injuries were extremely serious and she was afraid that it would be irreparable. Previously, she had fought against seven top-notch players, but for the concern in her heart.
The safety of my disciples is probably no longer sustainable.
At present, all the opponents have been killed by him, and with his mind relaxed, he is afraid that it will not work.
He turned his head and glanced at Yi Lin, only to see that her dark eyes were full of tears, and the look she looked at Master Dingjing was full of worry and sadness.
Ling Jing lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "In this sect, the situation is right, so I took action." The voice was so low that the disciples of the Hengshan Sect on the side could not hear what he said.
Master Dingjing forced a smile on her face and said: "Young hero, I... I'm afraid it won't work, but... I still have something to ask for, I hope...
...Young hero agreed. I will take care of the Hengshan sect...these...these disciples, and bring...bring..." she said here,
Breathing rapidly, after a while, he said: "Take him to Fuzhou's "Xiang'an"... and settle down. My head junior sister... will arrive within the day..."
Ling Jing pondered for a moment, even if Master Dingjing didn't say anything about this matter, he couldn't have let these Hengshan disciples rush to Fuzhou alone. Now that Master Dingjing's injuries are irreparable, this escort mission is considered legal.
It’s perfect. If something happens to these disciples of the Hengshan Sect, the one who will lose the most will be himself.
"Master, please rest assured, as long as I survive, all the disciples of the Hengshan Sect will be sent safely to "Xiang'an" in Fuzhou."
Master Dingjing smiled slightly, her expression finally relaxed, and she said: "Amitabha, I...I was not worthy of taking on this heavy responsibility. Young Hero...
..A great kindness...a great virtue, I will never forget it." At the end of the sentence, there was a kind smile on his face, but the sound of his breathing gradually disappeared.
"Master's wife! Master's wife!" Ling Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went to check her breathing, but felt that her breath was gone, indicating that she had passed away.
He sighed slightly, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect burst into tears. There was a cry of mourning in the wasteland. Several torches fell to the ground and were extinguished one by one. The surrounding area was suddenly dark.
Ling Jing took a few steps back, and his ears were filled with the wails of the Hengshan disciples. Although it was bright at the moment, he could "see" the expressions of these Hengshan disciples clearly. Master Dingjing's direct disciple
Qin Juan fainted from crying several times. If Yilin hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.
He couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart, and quietly retreated to the side of a tree without disturbing these Hengshan disciples, and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. To be continued.)
