With the help of Tang Hao and Li Qing, the pressure on Ling Jing and Zhu Junmi suddenly became much less. Tang Hao's martial arts was not inferior to Shang Tianchen in the slightest, and Li Qing also had the strength of the first level of artistic conception. Even among the number of masters
Our side is still at a disadvantage, but it has been able to temporarily stabilize its position.
But the premise for all this is that Han Yu and Yang Mu don't take action!
"Are these two people still not taking action?" As Ling Jing and Yue Shi were fighting, his eyes glanced at where Han Yu and Yang Mu were, and then his expression changed drastically.
Where is Yang Mu?
"Brother Ling, are you looking for me?" A faint voice sounded from a few feet behind Ling Jing, but when he heard the voice, a bone-chilling chill suddenly ran down his back.
Because he didn't realize when this person rushed over at all, and the system didn't even scan his movements.
Yang Mu stood behind a few people with a smile on his face, firmly guarding the bottom of the city wall, and the surrounding soldiers automatically retreated in a circle.
"Yang Zuoshi." Ling Jing's face became a little solemn. The two most terrifying people in the Ming Cult are undoubtedly Han Yu and Yang Mu. However, at least many people in the capital know how powerful Han Yu is, but what kind of martial arts is this Yang Mu good at and his realm?
How high it is, no one knows.
"Brother Ling, do you know that the leader and I actually admire you very much, otherwise we wouldn't have given you the sword king token of our sect. But you have disappointed us so much." Yang Mu shook his head.
Sighing, as if talking to an old friend, he touched his waist with his right hand, and a slender soft sword shot out, bounced in the air several times, and then straightened.
Ling Jing narrowed his eyes, and Tang Hao and the others took over the attacks from Liu Wufan and others, so that he could deal with Yang Mu with all his strength.
Everyone felt a heavy pressure from this left-wing envoy of the Ming Cult who never showed off his talents. They knew that among them, Ling Jing had the best martial arts. Apart from him, no one else could be a match for Yang Mu.
"That disappoints Yang Zuoshi." Ling Jing smiled faintly. Then he raised his hand and waved, a black token flew out of his sleeve and fell into Yang Mu's hand.
"But this thing, I have actually wanted to return it to you for a long time."
Yang Mi played with the Sword King token in his hand, smiled noncommittally, and squeezed it lightly with his left hand. The unknown metal token was crushed into a ball and he threw it casually.
"The four former Dharma Kings of our religion have become history. Naturally, there is no need to keep this token. Brother Ling, please!"
Ling Jing knew that the situation was critical. If he delayed for a moment longer, the danger to the people behind him would be greater, especially Lianyi and the princess. Their martial arts were not top-notch. Once he and the others were defeated, how would they survive?
"Breaking Sword Style!"
Ling Jing found a very secret flaw in Yang Mu's starting stance, and of course he would not be polite to him. He stabbed the sword diagonally, but the speed of the sword was astonishingly fast. It would be difficult for ordinary people to see the shadow of his sword clearly.
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Keng!
The soft sword in Yang Mu's hand shook, but he didn't make any big movements. The sword seemed to have passed through a distance of several feet, blocking Ling Jing's weapon.
"So fast!"
Ling Jing's heart trembled. This Yang Mu can have such power with just one strike. It should not be underestimated.
He has the "Hidden Dragon Sword Qi" in his body, and he has practiced the most advanced swordsmanship, which is much better than martial artists of the same level. But they just had a fight, and he didn't take any advantage.
"What kind of realm is this person? If he is already a master of the third level of artistic conception, then I will naturally have no choice but to retreat. But at this moment, he has no intention of attacking, so..."
Ling Jing's mind changed quickly, and he used the "invisible sword" to wipe Yang Mu's throat silently.
Yang Mu smiled slightly and raised his long sword. The sword bent in an arc, and the sword tip was lifted into the air almost instantly, and sparks flew.
"Brother Ling, we are all swordsmen, this kind of trick is useless to me."
After Yang Mu blocked Ling Jing's sword, he stood with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
Ling Jing smiled lightly and said: "Okay. Then please ask Yang Zuoshi to take over."
Suddenly, there was a muffled groan from someone behind him. But it was Li Qing who was injured after receiving Liu Wuxiang's palm forcefully, and there was a flush on his face.
"It can't be delayed any longer!"
Ling Jing's heart sank, and he held the hilt of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in the air with his right palm. Then his palm shook, and with a buzzing sound, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" soared into the sky, turning into countless sword lights to strangle Yang Mu.
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"Lingxi sword!"
"Okay, this is the swordsmanship worthy of me!" Yang Mu's eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of light, and then the long sword was swept out, his wrist shook sharply, and the soft sword's blade suddenly curved like silver.
It twisted like a snake, and in just a moment, it was like thousands of silver threads entangled together, forming a barrier in front of it.
"The green hair becomes a waterfall!"
The ground in front of the two of them was shattered inch by inch, and the ground rolled up. The debris was sucked into the air, and then was crushed by the sword energy, turning into powder all over the sky.
"middle!"
The two bodies exploded at the same time, rushing towards each other. A layer of silver seaweed-like sword energy collided with the black tornado sword energy, constantly rubbing together and making explosive sounds.
boom!
There was a violent explosion, and the strong energy spread in all directions. Even the soldiers on the first floor standing a few feet away were lifted into the sky, with cracks in their armor, and blood flowing all over their bodies!
At this time, experts such as Zhu Junmi and Shang Tianchen had to avoid the front, abandoned their opponents, and retreated to the side.
"These two people have terrible swordsmanship. If it were me, this move would be fatal."
A thought flashed through the minds of Shang Tianchen and others almost at the same time. Although no one present had mediocre skills, compared with these two swordsman masters, they seemed to be a step behind.
The sky was filled with smoke and dust, and the energy surged into the sky like a whirlwind, covering the two figures inside, making it difficult for people to see clearly what was going on inside.
Suddenly, a bright spark exploded from it, and then two figures quickly jumped out in the opposite direction.
Yang Mu put his feet on the city wall behind him and stopped his body without changing his expression. However, Ling Jing kept spinning in the air to relieve his strength and retreated four to five feet before settling down. It looked like he was not
Decide the outcome.
The smoke and dust in the field gradually dispersed. At this moment, a figure leaped down from the top of the city wall and punched Yang Mu directly on the head. The fist had not yet arrived, but the fierce punch hit Yang Mu.
A huge fist mark formed on the floor under the curtain.
Han Yu in the distance shrank his eyes, patted his saddle, and rushed to the bottom of the city wall almost instantly.
"Lao Bai, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
