Thousands of feet of light illuminate the night in the deep darkness.
When the world is warm and cold, everything is tender to the eye.
Xiao Jiling sat cross-legged on the exposed roots of the building wood, silently working on his internal energy.
Less than half of the internal strength in your body comes from your own cultivation, and most of it comes from the teaching of others. It must be polished day and night before it can operate freely.
Behind him are three young people, Ning Wangping, Yu Changxin, and Lu Honglin, standing or sitting.
Yu Guhong, chairman of the Wu League, took away a large number of elites from the Wu League in order to support the Moko Kingdom under the invasion of the underworld. Today, the Wu League's strength is stretched thin.
Originally, Xiao Jiling should take a rest after completing the security mission outside the Wu League. However, due to the lack of manpower in the Wu League, he could only take Ning Wangping and his team, who had just returned, to guard Jianmu...
In fact, the four of them are almost a few years apart in age, but Xiao Jiling has the title of master after all, and his predecessors have taught him martial arts and raised his martial arts level to the second level. Although he can only exert his third level combat effectiveness in normal fights, he is still a senior.
So he plays a leading role.
However, the four of them were not familiar with each other, so they had to meditate awkwardly.
Fortunately, Jianmu's body is huge, even if it is just enough for everyone to meditate, there is still a lot of room.
Suddenly, everyone felt that the surrounding environment had changed drastically. The lights of Qianzhang, which were originally clearly visible at the Wu Meng camp, suddenly dimmed, and a strange dark atmosphere shrouded the roots of the building trees.
In the dark wind, there were faint sounds of ghosts and ghosts chuckling and whispering.
"No, there's something weird!?"
Xiao Jiling brushed his hands and stood up.
The sword energy in the body is like a clear stream of light, constantly scanning the source of the sound in the hazy mist.
Ning Wangping, Lu Honglin, and Yu Changxin stood up immediately, drew out their swords, and alerted their surroundings.
"You three, be careful. The second one was attacked by a demon near Jianmu. Now it's like this... I'm afraid another demon has sneaked in."
As Xiao Jiling said this, his sword energy became stronger and stronger, but the palms hidden in his sleeves could not hide their trembling.
The day the imperial capital of the Yin Dynasty fell... the young swordsman who had been so majestic and heroic in the past had already lost his sword spirit.
Xiao Jiling showed that he was not afraid, but he knew in his heart that he might not even have the courage to draw a sword...
"Master Xiao, evil people have sneaked into Jianmu area, we must go and report to the second officer as soon as possible!"
Ning Wangping frowned and walked quickly behind Xiao Jiling.
"Of course I know," Xiao Jiling smiled bitterly, "but... we may not be able to protect ourselves now..."
Hearing this, the expressions of Ning Wangping and the three others changed at the same time.
I thought that with the presence of Xiao Jiling, a second-level martial artist, and within the martial alliance, everyone would be safe, but I didn't expect that the situation had reached this level.
A second-level martial artist can't even break out and give a warning. Could it be that there is an innate attack!?
Xiao Jiling tentatively thrust out a sword energy and sank into the ethereal and strange mist.
Ning Wangping's eyes wavered, and his heart was filled with horror... The sword energy of the second-level martial arts could cut off the top of an entire mountain, but here it was like a stone sinking into a pool.
Of course Xiao Jiling saw it too...but he knew that he who had lost his sword heart might not be able to match the power of a third-grade sword energy...
Suddenly, the malicious atmosphere around him shrank, like the net bag of a prey closing in.
The four people, Xiao Jiling, were maliciously affected by this sudden change, and their minds were all affected.
Yu Changxin's mood was a little anxious under the influence of malicious intent. She pulled Ning Wangping's sleeve and said:
"Xiao Ning! What should we do! What should we do!"
Ning Wangping patted the back of his hand and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
In silence, the air becomes tight!!
The strange evil thoughts nearby shrank again. At this time, even with Xiao Jiling's martial arts level, he felt a little out of breath...
It can be seen that Ning Wangping and the three of them are under pressure.
Lu Honglin lost her energy and almost fell down, but Wang Wangping quickly caught her with quick eyes and hands.
"Xiao Ning..."
Lu Honglin looked at Ning Wangping.
He didn't speak, gritted his teeth and just shook his head, big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Under such pressure, breathing is really a torture.
Xiao Jiling was shrouded in a great sense of fear, and tried his best to move his arms and swing the sword...but...the cowardice lingering in his soul came back again.
That battlefield with millions of corpses, that demon holding up death... the man who entrusted all the future to himself...
Why... I just don't dare to raise the sword again...
Xiao Jiling bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood surged up, making his stiff body return to his control.
He raised his hand, but the trembling of his wrist prevented the swordsman from drawing his sword anymore...
Damn it... move it!
The urgency in her heart made Xiao Jiling's eyes bloodshot.
There was a trance in front of my eyes, and a blood-red picture seemed to appear in front of my eyes.
A man in purple clothes was pierced through the chest with a sacrificial staff. The man holding the staff was sneering at himself...
"Master..."
Xiao Jiling couldn't help but murmured.
Then, a fist holding the hilt of a sword smashed open the illusory screen and strode in.
Wearing a black and white feather cloak, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his long hair is tied behind his head.
"Hey, why is it so busy here?"
Han Feng and Shi Ran came over and looked at Xiao Jiling and the others.
The power of the Sky Spine Sword opens a channel in the malicious mist.
Although it failed to dispel these malicious intentions, it was enough to protect Han Feng from entering this place and share most of the pressure here for Xiao Jiling and others.
The pressure on the four people relaxed, and they sat down on the ground at the same time, breathing heavily.
"Master Ye! Hurry! Go and warn Baili Second Seat! An evil person has sneaked in!"
Xiao Jiling still remembered his responsibilities and shouted to Han Feng.
Han Feng walked up to Xiao Jiling in two or three steps and stretched out his hand to pull him up, then walked over to Ning Wangping.
"Of course what Brother Xiao said makes sense...but the evil people have started to take action. I'm afraid it's too late to remind Baili Cixi now...Besides, it seems we can't get out either."
Han Feng's tone was very relaxed, but the situation was obviously very bad.
The nearby malicious mist shrank again, and huge power gathered on one of Jianmu's root systems. Even the [Sky Spine Sword] was almost unable to withstand its pressure.
Xiao Jiling tried his best to hold the sword in his hand, but the shaking of his wrist was so obvious that Yu Changxin noticed it.
"It's shameful to say... Xiao actually has no ability to draw a sword anymore... I can only ask Brother Ye! You must rush out! Warn everyone in the martial arts alliance!"
"How should I put it? Maybe the situation outside the Martial Alliance has far exceeded our imagination. In comparison, it may be a little difficult to escape for a while," Han Feng said and looked at Xiao Jiling, "In comparison, Brother Xiao
Tell me your own story...why...can't you draw your sword?"
Xiao Jiling subconsciously wanted to avoid Han Feng's gaze and hesitated:
"Xiao's practice is poor... I'm sorry to say that, but this is not the key at this moment. Brother Ye, we should try to find a way out..."
"Brother Xiao! Now you need to face your own problems. Only if you can use your sword can we get out of trouble!"
Han Feng's voice was firm.
The reason why Han Feng was so determined was of course because the mist gave him such a strange mission.
[Task: Unlock Xiao Jiling and find the sword heart for him]