Talented Martial Arts System

After Ling Jing unleashed the "Sword of Shape", he immediately cut off the masked people around him like harvesting straw. The Hengshan Sect disciples on the ground saw that he had nothing in his hand, and he miraculously killed the opponent. Everyone was a little stunned, and they didn't know what kind of miraculous martial arts this was.

"Senior Sister, what kind of martial art is this?" Qin Juan, who was a little younger with tears still on her face, was staring blankly at the young master in the arena, and asked Yihe beside her.

"I can't see it either." Yihe blushed slightly and said in a low voice.

Among the second-generation disciples of the Hengshan School, she has the strongest martial arts skills, but at this moment, she couldn't see clearly how the master used the sword, and at that speed, with her skill, she couldn't even see a trace of it.

Qin Juan choked up slightly, and then exclaimed, "Ah! Master, master, master!" [

All the disciples of Hengshan Sect were startled, they looked towards Master Dingjing, and saw that her right rib was blood red, her long sword was hanging down, her body was on the verge of falling, it was obvious that she had suffered another serious injury.

"Hero, please, go and save my master." Qin Juan cried out with tears on her face.

Ling Jing wiped out the last masked man with a sword, and was slightly startled when he heard the voice of that little girl Qin Juan.Turning his head, he happened to see Master Dingjing trying too hard to raise his sword to block a shot from a masked man.

Ling Jing didn't stop, flashing several times among Hengshan's disciples, the long sword separated the ropes on their bodies.

Immediately, he stretched his body and rushed into the formation of seven people. In order to prevent these masked people from threatening the lives of Hengshan disciples, he had to deal with them first. Mrs. Jing was hit hard again.

Seeing the young master rushing into the formation, Mrs. Dingjing showed a little relief on her face, and tried to dismantle the gear a few times, then saw the young man swinging his hands vigorously, the long sword and scabbard dancing together, one couldn't see There was a slight sign, and then there were several "pops, pops" in succession, and the masked men were hit on their acupuncture points one after another, and they stood still.

A white-haired masked man saw the opportunity, immediately took two steps back, escaped Ling Jing's scabbard sweep, suddenly trembled all over, and said: "You, who are you?"

Ling Jing didn't say a word, he looked at this person coldly, and recognized this person as the old man who took the lead in imprisoning Hengshan's disciples in Shop 28 yesterday.

He slipped his foot and rushed forward. Halfway through, he swung his sword with his backhand, and the sword energy exploded. The other six people were hit in the throat one after another. With blood splashing everywhere, they fell out screaming.

"Amitabha!" Mrs. Dingjing seemed to feel that this young man was a little too cruel. Even though he was an opponent, the attack was too harsh, so he hurriedly recited the Buddha's name and frowned slightly.

Ling Jing didn't pay attention to Mrs. Dingjing, it's the unreasonable compassion of the monks that makes people feel unreasonable. Others have bullied you and want to take your life, and you still have the heart to mourn for them. It really doesn't matter.

The white-haired old man wielded an iron staff and saw the man with the white scarf stabbing his chest with a sword. That is to say, put the iron staff across the chest, pick and beat repeatedly, defend the center and attack, and hit Ling Jing's lower abdomen.

Ling Jing stabbed out with a sword, which was an ordinary sword technique, but halfway through the move, the "Dilong Ancient Sword" suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and turned slightly to the left, avoiding the man's iron staff, The long sword pierced through the man's chest with a 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, Mrs. Dingjing swayed a few times, couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down.

Qin Juan and other disciples had already rushed to the front, shouting: "Master, Master!" Qin Juan served the master with the elixir of our sect, but saw that Master Dingjing's face was still pale, but It didn't get any better.

The other four female disciples picked up the torches from the ground and surrounded Mrs. Dingjing. When they saw that she was seriously injured, they all looked worried and kept silent.

Master Dingjing's chest couldn't stop 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?"

Ling Jing frowned slightly, seeing that Mrs. Dingjing's eyes were dazed, she was exhaling more, but not inhaling.I know that Master Dingjing's injury is very serious, I'm afraid it's irreversible, she fought against seven first-class fighters before, if she didn't worry about the safety of her disciples in her heart, she might have been unable to hold on. [

Right now, all the opponents have been killed by him, and with a relaxed mind, I'm afraid it won't happen.

He turned his head and took a slight look at Yilin, only to see that her dark eyes were full of tears, and the expression she was looking at Mrs. Dingjing was full of worry and sadness.

Ling Jing lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "I'm in the lower sect, it just happens to be the right time, so I acted." The voice was so low that the Hengshan sect disciples at the side couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Mrs. Dingjing forced a smile on her face, and said: "Young man, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it, but I still have one thing to ask, I hope the young man will agree. I'm sorry to send these disciples of Hengshan, Take it..." She said here, her breath was short of breath, and after a while, she said: "Take it to Fuzhou "Xiang'an" and settle down, my sister-in-chief will arrive within a few days."

Ling Jing pondered for a while, even if Master Dingjing didn't say anything about this matter, he couldn't let these Hengshan disciples go to Fuzhou alone. Now that Master Dingjing's injuries are irreparable, this escort mission The Dharma has already been considered consummated. If something happens to these Hengshan disciples, the one who will suffer the most will be himself.

"Master, please don't worry, as long as I don't die, I will definitely send all the high-ranking disciples of the Hengshan School to Fuzhou "Xiang'an" safely."

Mrs. Dingjing smiled slightly, and finally relaxed completely, said: "Amitabha, I am not worthy to shoulder this heavy burden. The young man's great kindness and virtue are unforgettable for poor nuns." At the end, There was a kind smile on his face, but the sound of breathing gradually disappeared.

"Master! Master!" Ling Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went to check her breath, but he felt that her breath was full, and she had already passed away.

He sighed slightly, the disciples of Hengshan Sect burst into tears, there was a wailing sound on the wasteland, several torches fell to the ground, and were extinguished one by one, the surroundings suddenly became dark.

Ling Jing took a few steps back, hearing the cries of Hengshan disciples, although it was bright at this time, he could clearly "see" the expressions of these Hengshan disciples, the direct disciples of Master Dingjing Qin Juan fainted from crying several times, if not for Yilin who was beside her supporting her, she might have fallen to the ground long ago.

He couldn't help feeling compassionate in his heart, and quietly retreated to the side of the tree, not disturbing these Hengshan disciples, and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath.To be continued. )

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