Talented Martial Arts System

Ling Jing led the troops from the middle lane to rush up the mountainside, but seeing that the hundreds of archers in the dense forest had been defeated by Ji Shi and the ancestor of Huang He, they retreated one after another, and immediately laughed loudly, saying: "The archers , give it to me!"

Naturally, he would not let go of such a good opportunity to beat the dog in the water.Even if there were thousands of archers lined up on the mountain road, they gathered for a while.

There were constant screams in front of them. These Songshan sect archers had just suffered a big defeat in the forest. Who would have thought that there was a large group of people ambushing outside the mountain road. They were caught off guard and left a lot of corpses and retreated. .

"Let's keep chasing. This group of people is only from the Songshan Sect. The rest of the Beggars' Clan, Kongtong, Emei, Kunlun, Wuyue Sword Sect and other factions are probably not in the minority. Let's force them all into Shaolin Temple first!"

Ling Jing passed down the order coldly, knowing that this confrontation had only just begun. The Songshan faction numbered at least several thousand people, and there were not a few skilled outsiders recruited secretly. He did not believe that Zuo Lengchan would only bring Hundreds of crossbowmen came over. [

Moreover, Kunlun, Emei and other well-known famous sects are not vegetarians. The real tough battle is probably yet to come.

The crowd chased forward. Although the mountain road was wide, it was impossible to accommodate thousands of people at the same time. The team behind gradually divided into small groups and went forward from the dense forest on both sides.

After chasing for several tens of feet, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the mountain road ahead, and the sound of shouting and cursing could not stop coming down from the mountain.

"Bold thief, how dare you invade Shaolin!"

"With my Beggar Sect disciples here, you don't even think about stepping into Shaolin Temple!"

"With my Five Sacred Sword Sect here, how can we allow thieves to be rampant!"

For a moment, Ling Jing didn't know how many people were shouting and cursing, but hearing the messy voice, he also knew that there might be a lot of people on the other side, so he immediately sneered and retreated behind the archer.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

The people on the mountain have not rushed far, and Ling Jing has already shot thousands of sharp arrows. Although these leftists have never experienced systematic riding training, they are better because of their internal strength and superior arm strength. Many arrows were off-point, but by mistake, they could still take away many people's lives.

Suddenly there was a sound of exclamation and wailing on the mountain, and many people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground moaning unceasingly.

However, these casualties of the Righteous sect seemed to arouse the blood of the rest of the people, and instead of retreating, the rest of the people rushed forward instead of retreating.

"Let's rush together to avenge the dead comrades!"

"Yes, revenge!"

Dense figures rushed towards Ling Jing from the mountain road, and at the same time, many clever people had already started running towards the dense forest, as if they wanted to go around to the rear of Ling Jing and the others.

"I don't know what to say!" Ling Jing sneered, watching the actions of those people on the mountain, and ordered coldly: "Give me the bow and arrow until I finish shooting. If there is no more arrows, let's draw our swords. We must kill them all today!" Go back to Shaolin Temple!"

As he approached the Shaolin Temple, his concern for Linglong became more urgent. He originally wondered whether he could save Linglong from this sword disaster and rescue Linglong as peacefully as possible. After Dao Yin lost the trap, he suddenly changed his mind.

"If you don't hand over people, then kill until you are afraid!"

There was a gleam of scarlet blood in his eyes, and the people under his command gathered several rounds, leaving a lot of corpses on the right side, and they still couldn't reach the distance of twenty feet in front of them.

Finally, the arrow branches were almost exhausted, and the offensive of the archers suddenly weakened. [

Someone on the mountain road ahead immediately noticed this, and many people shouted excitedly: "The thieves have exhausted their arrows, don't be afraid, everyone, kill them down the mountain!"

Ling Jing looked coldly at this group of defenders who were not afraid of death, his eyes were indifferent, Zhu Xu and Lan Fenghuang stood beside him, watching a large number of people rushing towards him, he did not change his color at all.

"My lord, our arrows are almost exhausted, it's time for a hand-to-hand battle!" Zhu Xu said in a deep voice beside Ling Jing.

"Little brother, let's go, kill him to death!"

Ling Jing watched the enemies on the opposite side approach step by step, and when they were only about ten feet away from his troops, he finally said calmly: "Throw away the bow and arrow, draw your swords, and kill me! "

His voice was neither high nor low, but after pouring in his own internal energy, it swayed in circles like a torrent of bells, fearing that the entire Shaoshi Mountain could hear his orders.

"kill!"

All of a sudden, shouts of killing sounded from all directions, and the people who entered the dense forest earlier also began to rush out, and handed over to the Zhengdao side.

And more than a thousand people behind Ling Jing and the archers in the front row also drew their weapons and charged forward brazenly.

The three of Ling Jing walked slowly up the mountain path step by step, Lan Fenghuang and Zhu Xu guarded him on the left and right, one of them wielded a long whip and the other wielded an iron sword. They are masters in using poison, but almost none of the enemies within a distance of more than ten feet in front of them could survive a single blow and fell to the ground.

"Haha, happy! As expected, following the young master, this life will be rewarding!" Zhu Xu killed with excitement, dancing on the long sword in his hand into a halo of light, his body was splattered with the blood of the enemy, and I don't know how many people have died in this place. fell under his sword.

Lan Fenghuang rolled his long whip, hooked a man's neck, and pulled it hard, the man's body turned several times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Hee hee, if the eldest lady knows that the little brother killed so many people for her, she will be very happy."

Ling Jing smiled lightly and didn't say a word, but seeing that his team had already gained the upper hand at this moment, no matter in terms of numbers or strategies, his side was more than one step ahead. If he still loses like this, he really It's time to talk.

The Righteous Path side suffered heavy casualties, with floating corpses everywhere. The number of casualties was at least double that of Ling Jing's.

It's just that if they retreated another few tens of feet, they would be in the trap that Zuo Lengchan had set up earlier.

"Do it yourself!" Ling Jing watched the opponent's troops getting closer and closer to the trap, and sneered coldly, but he also knew that there was only one way up the mountain, and their side was so tight, they just wanted not to step on the left. The trap of cold Zen is also impossible.

All of a sudden, Ling Jing changed his footwork and rushed out from between Zhu Xu and Lan Fenghuang like lightning. Everyone on the battlefield could only see a blurry figure rushing towards the top of the mountain road, as fast as spirits.

"Is this still human?"

Many people on both sides of the war couldn't help being stunned. Some disciples of the righteous way wanted to raise their weapons and slash at the phantom when they were stunned. Suddenly, a black light flashed in the sky, a black sword more than ten feet long Mang Ruo was like thunder from the sky, and in an instant, the man's weapon and body were cut in half, and blood and stumps fell all over the ground.

"This guy is not a human, but a ghost! Everyone stop him!"

Many people turned pale with fright, and shouted mournfully, but at this moment, no one dared to move a step towards the phantom. [

"hiss!"

Even masters like Zhu Xu and Lan Fenghuang, who are familiar with Ling Jing, couldn't help but turn pale when they saw this scene. The black sword light just now was too terrifying, it was able to connect the weapon and the human body, The sword is cut into two sections, let me ask if there is anyone else in this world who can have such skill.

"Young Master's martial arts are really terrifying!" Zhu Xu sighed, his face could not hide his horror.

Upon hearing this, Lan Fenghuang suppressed the astonishment on his face, giggled, and said: "Only someone like him can be worthy of the eldest lady, don't you think so?"

Zhu Xu didn't even think about it, and nodded heavily, thinking, in this world, are there any women who are not worthy of the son?

Ling Jing moved forward for more than ten feet, and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Within a few feet to the left and right, all the righteous disciples looked at him in horror, and slowly backed away.

Ling Jing didn't pay attention to them, didn't even glance at them, and suddenly said loudly to the mountain: "Master Fangzheng of Shaolin Temple, please come out and explain!"

The sound spread out in wave after wave, and when both the righteous and the evil heard his words, they stopped their hands tacitly. The people in the righteous way slowly retreated to the mountain path above, while the people on the evil way blocked the mountain path behind them and the dense forests on both sides. Strictly speaking.

Somewhere in the woods, Zuo Lengchan, who was still chasing him, suddenly paused, then suddenly turned around, looked at the direction the voice came from, and sneered, "What a big tone, you dare to ask Master Fang Zheng to go over and talk!"

He folded his body and jumped out, and ran over there.

On the mountainside, outside a row of temporary thatched huts, master Fangzheng, Daoist Chongxu, Taishan School, Qingcheng School and other major sect leaders gathered here.

Hearing the voice from below, everyone couldn't help but change their expressions, except Yue Buqun's expression suddenly became very dark, while Ning Zhong at the side trembled slightly.

"Everyone, since the benefactor at the foot of the mountain has already invited you, let's go for a walk." Master Fang Zheng put his palms together and said in harmony.

A short black-robed Taoist twitched his mouth and cursed: "The thief of Guizi is really arrogant. Master Fangzheng, the old Taoist will accompany you down." He spoke with a Sichuan accent, and it was the head of the Qingcheng School Yu sea.

Master Fangzheng thanked Yu Canghai with clasped hands together, but suddenly Daoist Chongxu laughed out loud and said, "Let's go together. In fact, this young hero who went up the mountain is not some kind of ruthless demon heretic, he has ulterior motives." It's urgent, that's why we're making such a big move. If we try to persuade you with kind words later, there's probably room for change."