Ling Jing used the sword, and the angle of the sword was weird. It actually stabbed Ning Zhongze's lower abdomen, and suddenly changed into a broken sword slashing his lower back. The change was so fast that it was weird, and the sword was completely
To get the essence of "quick", it is really fast and ruthless.
Yue Lingshan looked on and exclaimed: "Mom, be careful."
Liang Fa and others were all horrified because this sword was too powerful. If they were in another position, they all thought that with their current martial arts skills, they would be killed by this sword.
Yue Buqun's eyes flashed with brilliance, and Ning Zhongze also had a look on her face. She also didn't expect that this young apprentice's first sword would be so sharp. If we only focus on the subtlety of this move, I'm afraid that the world will be in trouble.
Many masters of the previous generation also lamented their incompetence.
However, she was not surprised and suddenly bent her arm to deflect the sword.
"Keng!"
Ning Zhongze is also a master who has been immersed in the swordsmanship of Huashan Mountain for many years. He has already advanced to the second level of the internal strength of his body. He is also very fast in blocking this sword. Ling Jing's long sword is still four or five meters away from her lower back.
When she was only an inch away, her sword had already arrived first, and the deep inner energy attached to the sword burst out, breaking Ling Jing's sword with just one move.
The long sword in Ling Jing's hand was swung away by more than a foot, and the force coming from the sword made him take a step back involuntarily. He knew that although his internal strength had advanced to the third level, in terms of internal strength, it was still inferior to Ning Zhongze.
Far inferior.
At that moment, my heart suddenly changed, and I knew that if I were to meet someone head-on, I would be afraid that I would be unable to even use my sword moves. This situation was very similar to when I dealt with Fei Bin a few days ago, but in terms of internal strength, these masters of this generation are generally stronger than me.
Yes, and Ning Zhongze is already a good player among the masters of the generation. He still needs to make full use of his advantage in sword moves to be able to hold on for a while longer.
However, at this time, Ning Zhongze said: "Jing'er, Master's wife is about to make a move, please be careful."
As soon as Ning Zhong finished speaking, he suddenly stabbed three times with his sword in succession. In order to break Ling Jing's quick sword, these three moves were executed at a fast pace, which was dizzying.
A wry smile appeared on Ling Jing's face, but he didn't expect that the master's wife was so impatient. But when he saw Ning Zhongze's three extremely fast sword strikes, he didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly used three quick sword moves to block them.
But in just an instant, the two of them exchanged more than twenty moves in a row. Ning Zhong kept stabbing out the long sword in his hand and praised: "Jing'er's swordsmanship is really better than before, but you can do it next."
Be careful."
All the disciples looked on with dazzled eyes. Although Ning Zhongze had not yet used his special sword skills at this time, he was using fast swords that he had figured out out of thin air, but his sword moves were fierce and fast.
It is definitely not something that ordinary people can stop.
Ling Jing, the younger junior brother, surprised them even more. At this time, Ling Jing had already exchanged more than 20 moves with Ning Zhongze. Although most of the moves were parries, they had already been able to hold on for so long under the master's hand.
Admire.
Everyone thought, if it were him, he would be dealt with by the master's wife in just a few moves.
All the disciples suddenly looked at each other, and they were all surprised. Why did the junior brother's martial arts suddenly improve so much?
Lin Pingzhi clenched his fists as he watched, feeling extremely complicated. He thought, this Ling Jing looks several years younger than him, but how can he be so good at martial arts?
Compared with this, have you lived like a dog for the past twenty years?
He was originally a proud and arrogant person. He was born in the Zhongming Dingshi family. He was arrogant since he was a child. He once thought that his father was already a top figure in the world, and his martial arts must also be outstanding.
But he never expected that the Lin family was first wiped out by a Qingcheng sect, and his parents were both captured and died. However, he could not even fight against a second-generation disciple of the Qingcheng sect.
Now I see that the youngest disciple of the Huashan Sect has such superb martial arts. If I go up to fight with him, can I really block one and a half moves with this young senior brother's quick sword?
He felt panic and confusion in his heart, and secretly resented why his martial arts were so low. His parents were captured, but he was completely helpless. In the end, he never even saw his parents' last face before they died.
He suddenly felt a surge of hatred in his heart, and said in his heart: "No, I must practice peerless martial arts. How can I not avenge my parents' deep hatred?"
He cast his gaze on Ling Jing, and saw that his sword was like a shooting star, and his body was like a flying swallow. Even though he was facing the attack of the master's wife, his figure was not messy at all.
The master was also unable to do anything to him for a while.
Lin Pingzhi quietly clenched his fists and thought to himself, if the Huashan sect had this junior disciple, with his talent, he would never be favored by his master and his wife. Then when would he be able to learn the skills of the Huashan sect?
Unparalleled martial arts.
At that moment, he glanced gloomily at the opposite Yue Lingshan, whose face was full of joy and whose beautiful eyes never left Ling Jing's figure, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Ning Zhong was excited with the long sword, and suddenly there was a clear whistle, and the sword edge flickered, and it stabbed around Ling Jing's body rapidly, and the silver light danced, and everyone was dazzled by what they saw. She suddenly thrust out the sword,
It pierced Ling Jing's heart, it was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.
Ling Jing's mind was greatly shaken. The power of Ning Zhongze's sword was simply unmatched. It was far more powerful than any previous sword. Without thinking, he suddenly changed his moves and used the ultimate move in the "Thirteen Moves of Thousand Transformations of Hengshan Cloud and Mist" at his fingertips.
, the long sword changed rapidly, like a hidden dragon, and seemed real and illusory, it suddenly stabbed Ning Zhongze.
Seeing that this move would lead to a lose-lose situation for both parties, Yue Lingshan exclaimed: "Mother! Ling Jing!"
Ning Zhong quickly moved his right hand forward, and the long sword guard had touched Ling Jing's chest. He saw that the sword passed through him until it reached the hilt.
At this moment, there was an endless clanging sound, and pieces of broken swords that were inch long fell at Ling Jing's feet. Ling Jing knew Ning Zhongze's plan, and with a sudden twist of the long sword, it fell from Ning Zhongze's feet.
Then the temples pass by.
Ning Zhongze laughed, retracted her hand, and saw that the long sword in her hand had only one hilt left, and said with a smile: "Jing'er, why does your last move look like the martial arts of the Hengshan School?"
When everyone heard Ning Zhongze's laughter, they calmed down a little bit. They had just struck the sword. They really thought that Ling Jing would fight Master Niang and both sides would be injured. However, they didn't expect that Master Niang would actually use her body's internal energy to condense into the blade of the sword. Her inner energy was hidden and invisible.
It can make this sword reach its peak quickly.
When he was finally about to touch Ling Jing's body, he immediately retracted this strong internal force and turned the straight strength into horizontal strength. Under the violent shock, a long sword was immediately broken inch by inch.
The skillful use of internal energy has truly reached the state of transformation.
Ling Jing was also impressed in his heart, knowing that with his current internal strength, he was still far from being able to reach this step. He also heard Ning Zhongze mention his last sword just now, and said: "This disciple was lucky enough to see him in Hengshan City.
Master Mo, on the spur of the moment, taught his disciples a few moves of Hengshan swordsmanship. When the disciple saw that his wife's last sword was unavoidable, he had no time to think, so he used the swordsmanship taught by Master Mo."
Just now, Yue Buqun saw Ling Jing suddenly using the Hengshan Sword Technique. He was furious at first, thinking that his disciples had secretly learned the Hengshan Sect's martial arts.
He had always kept himself clean, so how could he tolerate his disciples behaving like this? He immediately scolded him, saying that he would abolish Ling Jing's martial arts and personally take him to the Hengshan Sect to plead guilty.
At this time, he suddenly heard Ling Jing say that his swordsmanship was actually passed down by Mr. Mo Da. He paused, knowing that Mr. Mo Da had always been withdrawn and had an eccentric personality. He might not take it to heart at all in the family.
If it is said that he taught Ling Jing the swordsmanship, then it is still somewhat possible.
But at this moment, he was still very unhappy, thinking to himself, it is really annoying for me, a disciple of the Huashan Sect, to learn the sword skills of another sect instead of learning the superior swordsmanship of my sect.
Yue Buqun frowned and scolded: "Jing'er, is this swordsmanship of yours really taught by Mr. Mo Da?"
Ling Jing knew that this day would come when he learned the "Thirteen Styles of Hengshan Cloud and Mist" by himself. He was not panicked and said calmly: "Disciple, this Hengshan swordsmanship was indeed passed down by Master Mo. If Master
If you don’t believe it, you can write a letter and ask Master Mo.”
Yue Buqun snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that this young disciple would not have the guts to lie about this matter, but he was still unhappy in his heart.
