Talented Martial Arts System

() "Hey, this kid is far-sighted, and the position of the head of the third hall is really a big gimmick." Ren Woxing suddenly sneered, knowing that as long as today is over, the result of his battle with this kid will soon be If it spread throughout the Jianghu, everyone would say that even Wo Xing, the director of the Sun Moon God Sect, could not match Ling Shaoxia's swordsmanship, and this kid's title of the world's number one swordsman would probably be confirmed.

"Do you want to wait for the masters from all walks of life to challenge you, so that you can be wiped out by your Tianjimen net? It's really a good plan."

Ren Woxing's eyes flickered with coldness, naturally Ling Jing's strategy would not be easily and successfully carried out. If this is the case, the Moon God Sect will definitely be threatened by the Tianjimen in the future.

At the same time, the crowd of heroes in the audience also began to talk a lot. Although the Tianji Sect has just been established today, Ling Jing, the head of the sect, has been in the limelight for a while. He can be called a leader in the magic way. A strong sect master, how could the Tianji sect be weak.

Heavenly Sword Hall, Divine Wind Hall, Thunder Fire Hall, the positions of the three hall masters are indeed very tempting to the heroes, but what is even more tempting is that as long as they can catch Ling Jing's three swords, they will definitely become famous all over the world. Once famous.

At this moment, many people in the group of heroes in the audience looked at Ling Jing eagerly, but they couldn't help showing a bit of fear on their faces that were eager to try.

"Ling Shaoxia, you said that as long as you can catch your three swords, you can choose the position of the head of the three halls of Tianjimen. I am old and not talented, but I would like to ask Ling Shaoxia to teach me two tricks."

At this moment, in a corner of the meeting place, an old man with a clear appearance suddenly stood up and said with a faint smile. The old man's voice was full of vigor, and almost everyone present could hear it clearly.

Ling Jing turned his head when he heard the sound, and recognized that the old man was the one who had previously clashed with Qin Weibang at the foot of the mountain.

"Mister, are you going to challenge me now?"

The old man smiled slightly, moved his body, and landed on the high platform lightly, and someone from the audience praised "you are so handsome".

"At this old age, I may not have to wait until the day before fighting Ling Shaoxia."

Ling Jing looked at the old man thoughtfully, judging from the lightness kung fu he displayed just now, he knew that this man was not a mediocre man, but it was hard to see his martial arts proficiency.

At this time, the old man's right hand suddenly patted the scabbard behind him lightly, and only heard a "buzz", the broad-bladed sword flew into the air, flew several feet high, and turned into a ball of blue light It fell firmly into his hands.

"Please advise." The old man opened his posture, pinched the sword finger with his left hand and pointed it out horizontally, while the great sword in his right hand hung down to the ground, his aura was concealed, and his whole body was like a towering mountain.

"Brother Xiang, can you see this man's martial arts skills?" In the audience, Ren Woxing stared at the figure of the old man and asked Xiang Wentian frowning.

Xiang Wentian thought for a moment, and said, "I'm afraid we still need to see a few tricks before we can see the outcome."

Ren Woxing nodded and stopped asking questions.

In the base camp of Tianjimen, Yue Lingshan saw the old man suddenly challenged on the stage, she couldn't help frowning, and said: "Sister, are these people going to challenge Ling Jing endlessly?"

Although she knew that Ling Jing's martial arts had reached a peak level, she still couldn't help but worry in her heart.

Linglong smiled faintly, and said: "If you brat wants to secure the position of the sect master of the Tianji Sect, then whether it is today or in the future, I am afraid that there will be many challenges from all sides."

Yue Lingshan herself is also very intelligent, and after careful thought, she can understand that Ling Jing has faintly become the No. Got it.

Suddenly, there was a silent sigh.

On the high platform, Ling Jing looked at the old man calmly, and said with a smile: "I don't know the old man's name yet."

The old man laughed, the long sword in his right hand did not move at all, and said: "A man in the mountains, a lowly name is not worth mentioning." But seeing that the other party did not move his mind or body, he obviously had nothing to fear, and he did not regard himself as a big enemy, in his heart Not to be annoyed, he suddenly smiled and said: "Since Ling Shaoxia refuses to go first, please forgive me for offending me."

With a sound of "swipe", he flew forward, and a pair of feet wearing coarse hemp shoes stepped out quickly on the ground. With every step he landed on, there was a loud "dong dong dong" sound on the high platform.

"Huh? What is the background of this person? His internal strength is amazing."

Ling Jing's expression moved, and finally a trace of seriousness appeared on his face.

The old man rushed to Ling Jing in three or two steps, and suddenly, he leaned out to the left, and swung the big sword in his right hand upwards.

"I didn't expect there to be such an expert sword wielder in Jianghu. Why have I never heard of this person before?"

"This old man's sword moves are majestic and dangerous, but they don't look like the martial arts in our magic way. What do you say is the origin of this man?"

"I don't know, I can't see through it"

Ling Jing saw that the old man's sword was coming very quickly, and the angle of the attack was very tricky, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up, suddenly, he tilted his body, and his right hand popped out under his body.

"when!"

After a collision, the old man's wide-edged sword trembled twice suddenly, and flew to the side, almost touching Ling Jing's arm.

"Shaoxia Ling is really good at fingering!"

The old man hadn't done his best with one move, but he didn't show any annoyance on his face. He suddenly laughed and praised, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword energy exploded on the long sword, and the sword snaked down, almost becoming a silver streak. The thin line of se cut towards Ling Jing's shoulder.

This sword was as fast as lightning, and it was infinitely more dangerous than the previous sword. Suddenly, someone in the audience exclaimed, and immediately after that, everyone else lost color.

"I see. This is the Songshan School's "Ziwu Twelve Swords". This person must be the Songshan School's last remaining master, the "Wuchen Sword" Mu Renqing!"

"Wow!"

The group was in an uproar. It is said that the previous masters of the Five Sacred Sword Sect were killed and injured in that battle many years ago after the Sun Moon God Sect attacked Huashan. It has been lost, but I don't want to see another old master of the Songshan faction suddenly appear in this hero meeting today.

"Mu Renqing, the previous master of the Songshan School, "Wuchen Sword"?" Ling Jing's expression moved, and he thought, shouldn't all the previous masters of the Wuyue Sword School have perished. Unexpectedly, besides Uncle Feng, there are still people alive down.

Knowing that at this moment, his ears moved slightly, and he heard many people below pointing fingers at Mu Renqing.

"I heard that this person is the youngest disciple of the previous generation of the Songshan School. When the God Sect attacked the Huashan School, he was still a student, so he did not participate in that battle. Later, all the masters of the Songshan School died on Huashan Mountain. In the following decades, Zuo Lengchan created the "Songshan Fast and Slow Seventeen Ways of Swordsmanship" based on the remnants of martial arts left by the previous generation of masters. Pian Feng created the famous "Ziwu Twelve Swords", which is even more powerful than Zuo Lengchan's own swordsmanship."

Ling Jing listened to the conversations of those people below, and said in his heart, "The Twelve Swords of Meridian? I don't know what's so subtle about it."

Seeing Mu Renqing shake off the long sword, a wide-edged sword, straight like a slender wicker, coming and going like the wind, as fast as lightning, it is really a miraculous skill.

when!

Ling Jing finally unleashed a sword, the second strike came first, blocking the silver line in Mu Renqing's hand, in an instant, both hands were shocked.

Mu Renqing paused for a moment, moved his body, and used the moves in the "Ziwu Twelve Swords" one by one. This way of swordsmanship is slightly different from the Songshan School's criss-crossing swordsmanship. And with a precipitous taste like a lone peak and a mountain, the sword moves are as fast as thunder.

"Ling Shaoxia, be careful."

Mu Renqing suddenly yelled, and wrapped his long sword around left and right. In an instant, he saw silver lines with vertical and horizontal turnings in front of Ling Jing, surrounding him, as if they were going to tear him apart.

All the heroes in the audience were horrified. The old man's swordsmanship was so fierce that it surpassed the ordinary first-class masters. Even many top-notch masters couldn't help but wonder at this moment, how should he resist this kind of swordsmanship?

However, on the high platform, Ling Jing has not changed the slightest from the beginning to the end, his body is not moving, a long sword is jumping in front of him like lightning, he can only hear the sound of "dang dang dang" incessantly, sparks are everywhere around him splash.

The old man unleashed eleven swords in a row, but Ling Jing blocked all of them lightly, and the broad-edged sword could never get within two feet of Ling Jing.

"It seems that Nephew Zuo is right. This kid's swordsmanship is already at its peak. Now that the climate has become a reality, it has become a serious problem for my righteous way."

Mu Renqing had a sudden change in his mind. He has retired from the world for more than twenty years and devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship. This time, he was only entrusted by Zuo Lengchan to come to this "Guiyun Villa" to prevent Ling Jing from holding a hero conference. After seeing this person fight Ren Woxing, he knew that his swordsmanship was formidable, and it was very difficult for him to stop him.

But he was entrusted by others, after all, he couldn't just sit by and watch.

"Meridian divides yin and yang!"

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in Mu Renqing's eyes, and the long sword in his hand twisted and turned, and then slammed down.

"brush!"

This sword actually seemed to divide the space in front of him into two, the edge of the sword passed by, forming a silver light curtain, almost ignoring the distance, and directly pulled towards the middle of Ling Jing's body.

Ling Jing's eyes flashed, and when the light curtain was about to approach his chest, a sword stabbed out!

"Broken Sword Style!"

This sword already contained the profound artistic conception of "Invisible Sword", it was several times faster than Mu Renqing's sword technique, stabbing out suddenly.

"when!"

The light curtain in front of Ling Jing disappeared, and everyone in the audience was shocked, and only then could they see the result clearly.