Volume 3, Chapter 48: Understanding the Dragon-Slaying Skill
The early morning sun shone through the gaps between the dense leaves, leaving a large round mark on the ground, bit by bit. It looked very bright. A pair of orioles chased back and forth on the tree, sometimes stopping on the trunk of the tree.
, sometimes passing over the treetops, sometimes rushing into the sky, and the clear and pleasant calls echoed in the forest for a long time.
The pair of orioles flew very far away, like wild geese migrating south, flying to the distant horizon, getting further and further away, like the dots of ink in a painting, gradually fading away and becoming a dot of black...
"Bang." There was a gunshot, and the two orioles suddenly fell from the sky. A young man ran in the woods and caught the orioles in his hand when they fell to the right place.
This young man was clearly Ling Jie. After receiving the two fat orioles, Ling Jie looked at them with satisfaction, turned around and walked back, "Today's lunch is in order."
Not long after, Ling Jie came to a small wooden house, quickly skinned the oriole, and finally stomped it into pieces and threw it into the pan. After a while, a bowl of fragrant dishes was brought out. Even though Ling Jie was a big man,
It's rough, but the food it makes is really good.
Here, he was the only one. Ling Jie finished his lunch alone. He touched his swollen belly and smiled, "I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Today's meal is so delicious."
Ling Jie started to put away the dishes and chopsticks again, and then sorted out a baggage in the room. He looked a bit like a hunter who had not been out of the mountains for many years, "Well, I have been here for more than half a month. Hey, time flies so fast.
Today is finally the last day.”
Ling Jie waved towards the house, "Dean, goodbye, big brother. From now on, you will be here alone... and slowly die alone."
"Bah!" Ling Jie spat fiercely, flicked his rather shapely hair, walked out of the house with his knife, and walked farther and farther. The way he walked did look very chic.
It has been more than half a month since I came here, but Ling Jie doesn't feel any regret. After dating Wang Xiaoman that day, Ling Jie met a messenger on the street. The letter contained these words: Ling Jie, you
When you receive this letter, you must rush to the North Ridge of Nanshan Mountain immediately. There is a thatched hut there. You can live there for half a month before coming out. Remember, when you leave the North Ridge of Nanshan Mountain, you must pass through Beidaogou. When you leave the North Ridge of Nanshan Mountain,
Ling Ma came to look for me in Box 40013, Fruit of Tianfu. There was a map drawn behind these words.
The content of the letter was so simple. Normally, Lingjie would despise such a letter, but the letter was signed by Mengyao.
Therefore, Ling Jie had no doubts. After reading the envelope, he went to the hospital to meet Chen Qiang for the last time. After the explanation, he came to Beiling of Nanshan alone and stayed there for more than half a month. What surprised Ling Jie was that the
The house was obviously not the same house that Mengyao and I lived in a few months ago.
Ling Jie felt that since he had decided to do many things, he shouldn't ask why. In the past half month, Ling Jie had not had a peaceful sleep. There were packs of wind wolves and lions and dogs everywhere, even if Ling Jie
It was almost impossible for Jie to get a good sleep.
Today was the first time that Ling Jie walked out of the forest from Beidaogou. He himself didn't know what would happen next. He just walked alone on the path in the forest with the dragon-slaying knife.
"How come these half a month seems so long like a year? Fortunately, you are always with me." Ling Jie touched the dragon-slaying knife in his hand and said lightly. After half a month of baptism, Ling Jie seemed to be gradually getting better and better.
Understood the true meaning of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. There are many things that others cannot teach. Only one can experience and understand them. In the past half month, Ling Jie almost died several times, although he was lucky to survive first.
Yes, but Ling Jie always regarded himself as a person who had died several times, and always reminded himself to be careful.
"roar……"
A deafening roar startled Ling Jie, and his body trembled. After recovering, he realized the voice of Feng Lang. Speaking of Feng Lang, Ling Jie also trembled: Feng Lang is also known as "Chinese Wind Wolf"
", is a unique species of wind wolf in China. It lives in central and southern China, mainly in forested mountains. It mostly lives alone, not in groups, and is mostly active at night. It has a well-developed sense of smell, is agile in movement, and is good at swimming, but not good at climbing trees.
Its attack power is the highest among the wind wolves.
Ling Jie walked for a short distance. He thought that the wind wolf just woke up in the morning and shouted a few times before he woke up. Unexpectedly, after walking out for a while, he roared again, scaring Ling Jie again.
Big jump, "###, if you have the guts, you will die for me. It's useless to keep humming."
Ling Jie felt the danger approaching and did not move any further. Sure enough, three wind wolves suddenly appeared less than twenty meters in front of them. They were probably hungry, and their eyes were full of desire for Ling Jie.
"Roar——" The fierce wind wolf in the middle was particularly ferocious. It demonstrated to Ling Jie from a distance. The sound was so terrifying that even though they were twenty meters away, Ling Jie still felt his heart beat violently.
After roaring, the wind wolf in the middle took the lead and ran towards Ling Jie very fast. The two wind wolves next to him didn't hesitate and rushed over. With only three leaps, the three old wind wolves had already charged.
When he was less than five meters in front of Ling Jie, he needed another leap to jump on Ling Jie.
Ling Jie had never seen such a formation before. His face turned pale at that moment. Without saying a word, he threw away the baggage, pulled out the knife and swung it. Didn't you say that the speed of Old Feng Lang was not too fast? Damn it, why did I see it today?
As people usually say, there is a bright future...
Old Feng Lang's body was too big. Ling Jie jumped up and smashed the head of the old Feng Lang in the middle. Although he turned around in time, his chest was still scratched by the pot on the left, which was burning.
The sting.
As soon as Fang landed, the two wind wolves suddenly turned around and pounced from the left and right. Ling Jie found that there was no way to retreat, not to the left, not to the right, not forward or backward.
Ling Jie gritted his teeth, squatted down, and slashed hard from left to right. According to Ling Jie's intention, he split both old wind wolves in half from left to right.
With the incomparable sharpness of Zhanlong, the two fierce wind wolves were split into four pieces with a roar. It must be said that Zhanlong's sword is a precious sword, an excellent sword. Ling Jie was about to praise himself.
, before the words were spoken, the others were already stunned and stood there stunned.
"Aww!" A wind wolf howled, and Ling Jie's heart suddenly tightened. Finally, he couldn't escape. He tapped his toes. Ling Jie leaned on the awning and looked around. He saw a dark place in the distance, and it was the wind wolf.
The crowd slowly approached.
Pulling out the dragon-slaying knife behind him, Ling Jie knew that today's battle was inevitable. If he wanted to go deep into the mountain, he would have to step on the corpses of the wind wolves. The wind wolves were most sensitive to the smell of strangers, and those thousands of
The evil wind wolf's eyes flashed with a green light, and he let out human howls from time to time, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Ling Jie.
"Roar!" Ling Jie naturally did not lose his momentum. When the Technetium Wind wolves rushed closer, he shouted loudly, and the desolate howling echoed in the surrounding areas. Ling Jie stood there, with endless murderous intent spreading.
Come on, that was an aura even more terrifying than the ferocious and cruel wind wolves. When Ling Jie glanced at it, all the evil wind wolves whined and trembled and surrendered to the ground. Seeing that they had subdued the group of wind wolves,
Ling Jie was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, his mind moved. He looked up and saw a wind wolf with fiery red hair looking at him coldly among the wind wolves. It was the Wind Wolf King! He saw the Wind Wolf King holding his head high.
The head, "Ouch!" A wind wolf howled, which actually offset most of Ling Jie's murderous intent. The subdued wind wolves stood up again, their green eyes shining. Ling Jie tightened his grip.
Holding the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, he felt a distant desolation and the roar of blood. Ling Jie said slowly: "Today I fight for you, but I have to drink the wind wolf's blood. Your name, from today on,
It's called 'Dragon-Slaying'!" With a shower of blood, the five evil wind wolves couldn't help but rush forward. Their heads flew into the sky, and the dragon-slaying blades shone with dark red blood. At sunset, the wind wolves
Among the group, the Wind Wolf King stared at Ling Jie coldly, his hair like fire
Confrontation! Ling Jie remained motionless, waiting for the next wave of attacks from the wind wolves.
Ling Jie knew that the wind wolf was the most bloodthirsty. Just now, he used the thunder level to splash blood for five steps, which disturbed the hearts of the wind wolf group. Because the evil wind wolf saw blood, he immediately went crazy and gave Ling Jie Ke
Take advantage of the opportunity.
There was a commotion! Seeing the blood, the wind wolves couldn't help but become slightly scattered. Ling Jie pointed at the evil wind wolves on the side of his wrist, waiting for them to pounce out, and then he would kill them with one strike!
'Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [ (Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bars...'] The wind wolf kings were standing on top of a square of bluestone. Seeing this, they whistled like horns. When the wind wolves heard the sound, they immediately fell silent. The commotion immediately subsided like ice and snow melting.
Go down. Ling Jie felt a chill in his heart. This Wind Wolf King was an extraordinary person. He could actually communicate with the spirit and command a group of wind wolves. Now he had to be more careful.
No matter how many evil wind wolves there are, Ling Jie is not afraid of them. They are all scattered and will eventually become useless. But now that the Wind Wolf King is in charge, Ling Jie cannot help but be extremely careful.
According to Ling Jie's usual style, he had to fly up and capture the Wind Wolf King. However, Ling Jie knew that the reason why the method of capturing the thief first and the king in the past worked was that firstly, it was impossible to catch the enemy, and secondly, those people's
He was too far away from Ling Jie, so he was able to successfully attack by surprise.
This wind wolf pack is different. Even if they see Ling Jie flying over, the wind wolves will never be surprised. There are so many flying wolves in the sky, what's so special about them? And Ling Jie himself has no confidence that he can do it in one fell swoop.
After restraining the Wind Wolf King, if he rashly flew over and was escaped by the Wind Wolf King, Ling Jie, who was stuck among countless evil wind wolves, would never be able to escape and die even if he had the ability to reach the sky!
As Ling Jie's heart raced, the Wind Wolf King had already restrained himself and divided into three teams. One team showed its ferocious fangs and roared towards Ling Jie; the other team bypassed Ling Jie.
He used Hu Yitu to cut off Ling Jie's retreat; the remaining team still stayed with the Wind Wolf King to prepare for future troubles.
The wind and clouds were surging, and the gray sky was filled with haze, which was so gloomy that it was almost chilling.
The sky and the earth were vast, and the first snowflakes were swirling and falling silently. Ling Jie looked at the wind wolves that were getting closer and closer, with no waver in his eyes, but the knife in his hand had been raised quickly.
A few spots of scarlet soaked into the falling snowflakes and dripped dust.
With the Wind Wolf King, the wind wolves would not be driven crazy by the blood. Ling Jie no longer wasted his efforts. He only relied on the speed comparable to lightning to advance and retreat, waiting for an opportunity to lightly touch the throat of the evil wind wolf.
When the wind wolf collapsed to the ground, he went to look for the next target.
Ling Jie knew that this battle would never be easy. Only by conserving his strength could he cope with the challenges ahead.
Snow is dancing all over the sky, and blood is everywhere. The specks of blood in the white sky and earth are so sad and beautiful.
The killing was carried out quietly, and the atmosphere was dull and maddening. It seemed that the only sound in the world was the sound of the Wind Wolf Sword cutting the throat. The Wind Wolf King squatted on the bluestone, like a beautiful sculpture.
Still silent.
Ling Jie gradually entered a state of forgetfulness. Every time he swung his sword, he was searching for the least labor-intensive route and the most deadly trajectory. And the original jerky movements gradually became more and more round and round, and even
The dragon-slaying sword in it was also lively and alive, as if it were part of Ling Jie's body, like an arm.
In the past, Ling Jie's only focus on killing people was to be fast and not to break. As for the moves, they were useless. It was also because of this that when he fought with Lei Yonglin, he was helpless against the tide of machete hands. In the end, he had to use a knife.
Success requires unparalleled sharpness. At that time, Lingjie had only learned one and a half moves, and with his inhuman speed, Lei Yonglin's men had already killed him.
But it is precisely because of this that Ling Jie does not have any fixed formula in his mind. All his moves are killing techniques refined from countless escapes from death. Although the martial arts of the world are the essence of thousands of times of hard work, but they are
The moves based on the attack speed of ordinary people, but considering Ling Jie's body skills, there is something wrong with those moves.
Seeing that the pair of evil wind wolves that attacked Ling Jie had been slaughtered, the Wind Wolf King still couldn't find an opening for Ling Jie to deliver a fatal blow. In desperation, the Wind Wolf King let out a wail,
The remaining two teams gathered together one after another, abandoned their companions, and retreated like a tide in an instant.
The blade swiped across the throat of the last wind wolf, and Ling Jie suddenly woke up. Looking at the wind wolf corpses everywhere and the vast world, Ling Jie slowly let out a breath.
It was easy, but Ling Jie knew the danger involved. As long as he made one mistake just now, the remaining two teams of evil wind wolves would join the battle group with thunderous momentum, and his only ending was death!
Ling Jie palely tightened his grip on Tu Feng Lang, knowing that although the Wind Wolf King had temporarily retreated, he would not give in. There was still a fierce battle ahead of him.
Among the snowflakes all over the sky, only Ling Jie's figure was walking alone. His lost strength was recovering bit by bit. In Ling Jie's eyes, there was endless indifference.
"Come out!" Ling Jie stopped.
This was a canyon surrounded by cliffs on two sides. Ling Jie had a strong intuition that the wind wolves that had just escaped were on his left and right.
It was sunset, and the green eyes at both ends of the canyon were lighting up one after another, like stars in the sky. The Wind Wolf King was sitting on the cliff, his eyes as cold as the moonlight.
"...Come on!" A cruel expression escaped from the corner of Ling Jie's mouth, and his thin clothes rustled in the cold wind.
Only war! The number of wind wolves in front of us is more than doubled than before. Maybe the entire wind wolf tribe lying on Fenglang Mountain has moved to celebrate their nest.
Tu Lang in Ling Jie draws a strange arc, as if he is the sickle of death in hell. Ling Jie's movements are erratic and unpredictable, as if he is dancing as an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.
"Five hundred and eleven, five hundred and twelve, five hundred and thirteen..." I don't know when. Every time Zhan Long took away a life, Ling Jie silently counted a number in his heart. Only in this way can he
Jean endured tremendous physical exertion.
After stumbling, Ling Jie was finally hit in the back by a wind wolf. He used the wind wolf to support his body. Ling Jie still raised his head calmly, letting the cold snowflakes fall on his eyelashes, and stared at the cliff.
The Lonely Wind Wolf King.
In an instant, Ling Jie actually understood the thoughts of the Wind Wolf King. It was the pride and loneliness of being a king, and the sympathy of fellow strong men!
"How dare you fight with me!" Ling Jie's eyes were burning with fire.
"Ouch!" The dignity of the Wind Wolf King cannot be challenged. The countless evil wind wolves surrounding Ling Jie, ready to pounce, receded like the tide and formed a dense circle a hundred meters away.
The Wind Wolf King jumped down lightly, his eyes as cold as the moonlight.
Ling Jie gasped for breath, and reluctantly raised Tu Feng Lang slightly, pointing the tip of the knife diagonally at the Wind Wolf King.
Pounce! Roll! Bite! Every attack from the Wind Wolf King was difficult for Ling Jie to cope with, but with the remaining strength, Ling Jie still managed to hold on. He knew that once he fell, he would not
Wake up again.
Ling Jie's whole body was covered in blood, including the enemy's blood and even his own blood. After a stagger, Ling Jie finally sat down on the ground. How could the Wind Wolf King let go of this opportunity? He rushed forward like lightning, and the white beasts
Teeth, pointed directly at Ling Jie's throat.
"I'm not willing to give in!" Ling Jie was roaring in his heart, but there was no strength left in his whole body. He couldn't even lift his little finger. Suddenly, Ling Jie's spirit stirred, and he suddenly felt a force flowing through his body.
The dragon-slaying knife actually seemed to have some kind of smile resonance with him, and all his fatigue disappeared in an instant.
"
There was no time to pay too much attention to it. Ling Jie tilted his head and narrowly avoided the Wind Wolf King's determined bite. He felt that the Dragon Slayer in his mind had a strange connection with him. Ling Jie gently waved out.
One knife.
The rolling haze in the sky suddenly became silent.
Countless past events flashed through Ling Jie's mind like a movie, and he lost all hope when he was taken to be shot...being chased by Lei Yonglin's men...Abbas' repeated ###...Bingtong's injury...Wang
Xiaoman's self-mutilation...
Infinite desolation...boundless loneliness...I have a strong heart...
The leaves all over the sky have fallen, as if the sky is crying, and the desolation sweeping the world is like every breath. The wind wolves surrounding the canyon have slowly crouched on the ground, their green eyes have long been extinguished, replaced by endless sadness.
The Wind Wolf King was lying on the ground, unable to muster any fighting spirit.
(This chapter is based on Yu Xue Bo, and I also recommend a good book "The Return of the Evil God". This book is full of mistakes. Brothers who have no book to read, I suggest you read it.)