Talented Martial Arts System

() With the two great help of Tang Hao and Li Qing, the pressure on Ling Jing and Zhu Junmi was immediately reduced. Tang Hao's martial arts are not inferior to Shang Tianchen, and Li Qing also has the strength of the artistic conception. In terms of the number of masters, I still have a disadvantage on my side, but I have been able to temporarily stabilize my position.

But the premise of all this is that Han Yu and Yang Mu will not act!

"These two people still don't make a move?" When Ling Jing and Yue Shi fought, they glanced at Han Yu and Yang Mu again, and then their expressions changed drastically.

What about Yang Mu?

"Brother Ling, are you looking for me?" A faint voice sounded from a distance of ten feet behind Ling Jing, but when he heard the voice, a chill suddenly felt on his back.

Because he didn't find out when this person rushed over at all, and the system didn't even scan him.

Yang Mu just stood behind them with a smile on his face, firmly guarding the bottom of the city wall, and the surrounding soldiers automatically backed away in a circle.

"Yang Zuoshi." Ling Jing's face became a little dignified. The two most terrifying people in Mingjiao are undoubtedly Han Yu and Yang Mu. However, at least many people in the capital know that Han Yu is good at it. How high the realm is, but no one knows at all.

"Brother Ling, do you know that the leader and I both admire you very much, otherwise we would not have given you the sword king token of our religion. But you have let us down so much." Yang Mu shook his head. Sigh, as if talking to an old friend, he touched his waist with his right hand, and a slender soft sword shot out, bounced in the air several times, and then straightened.

Ling Jing narrowed his eyes, and Tang Hao and the others took over the attack from Liu Wuping and the others so that he could deal with Yang Mu with all his strength.

Everyone felt a heavy pressure from this bright Zuo Envoy of the Ming Cult who never showed his dew. They knew that Ling Jing's martial arts was the best among them. Apart from him, no one else was a match for Yang Mu.

"That disappoints Zuo Envoy Yang." Ling Jing smiled lightly, then raised his hand, and a black token flew out from his sleeve and fell into Yang Mu's hand.

"But this thing, in fact, I have long wanted to return it to you."

Yang Mi played with the sword king's token in his hand, smiled noncommittally, and squeezed lightly with his left hand, the unknown metal token was pinched into a ball, and he threw it out casually.

"The previous four great protectors of our sect have become history, so there is no need to keep this token. Brother Ling, please!"

Ling Jing knew that the situation was critical now, if he waited a little longer, the people behind him would be in greater danger, especially Lian Yi and the princess, their martial arts were not top-notch, once they were defeated, how would they survive.

"Broken Sword!"

Ling Jing found a very secret flaw in Yang Mu's attacking style. Of course, he would not be polite to him. He stabbed obliquely with his sword, but the speed of the sword was astonishingly fast. It is absolutely difficult for ordinary people to see his sword shadow clearly. .

Keng!

The soft sword in Yang Mu's hand trembled, and he didn't see any big movements. The blade of the sword seemed to pass through a distance of several feet, blocking Ling Jing's weapon.

"So fast!"

Ling Jing's heart trembled, this Yang Mu could have such power with a single blow, it really shouldn't be underestimated.

He has the "Hidden Dragon Sword Qi" in his body, and he has cultivated the top-level unique swordsmanship, which is much better than warriors of the same level, but he didn't take any advantage in the first fight just now.

"What kind of state is this person? If he is already a master of the third level of artistic conception, then I will naturally have to retreat. But at this moment, he has no intention of attacking, then..."

Ling Jing's thoughts changed sharply, and he used the "invisible sword" to wipe Yang Mu's throat silently.

Yang Mu smiled slightly, raised the long sword, the blade bent into an arc, the tip of the sword was lifted into the air almost instantly, and then sparks flew.

"Brother Ling, we are all sword wielders, this kind of trick is useless to me."

After Yang Mu blocked Ling Jing's sword, he stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face.

Ling Jing smiled faintly, and said: "Okay, then let Envoy Yang Zuo accept the move."

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from behind, but it was Li Qing who was already injured after receiving Liu Wuxiang's palm forcefully, and his face was flushed.

"It can't be delayed any longer!"

Ling Jing's heart sank, and his right palm caught the hilt of the "Ancient Emperor Dragon Sword" in the air, and then his palm shook. Amidst the buzzing sound, the "Ancient Emperor Dragon Sword" shot up into the sky, turning into countless sword lights and strangling Yang Mu .

"Sword of Consonance!"

"Okay, this is the swordsmanship worthy of my hands!" Yang Mu's eyes suddenly shot two jingles, and then the long sword swept out, his wrist shook violently, and the soft sword's blade immediately bent, It twisted like a silver snake, and in just an instant, it was like thousands of silver threads entangled together, forming a barrier in front of him.

"The blue hair becomes a waterfall!"

The ground in front of the two of them shattered inch by inch, and the upside-down land and debris were sucked into the air, and then crushed by the sword energy, turning into powder all over the sky.

"middle!"

The figures of the two exploded at the same time, and they rushed straight towards each other. A layer of silver seaweed-like sword aura collided with the black tornado sword aura, rubbing against each other and making explosive noises.

boom!

There was a violent explosion, and the strong energy spread everywhere. Even the soldiers standing a few feet away were thrown into the sky, the armor on their bodies was cracked, and the blood flowed profusely all over their bodies!

At this time, masters like Zhu Junmi and Shang Tianchen had no choice but to avoid their opponents temporarily, abandoning their opponents and retreating to the side.

"These two people have terrible sword skills. If it were me, this move would be fatal."

A thought flashed through Shang Tianchen and the others' minds almost at the same time. Although none of the people present was mediocre, they seemed to be inferior to these two swordsmanship masters.

The field was full of smoke and dust, and the energy rushed straight into the sky like a whirlwind, covering the two figures in it, making it difficult for people to see the situation inside.

All of a sudden, a group of bright sparks exploded out of it, and then two figures came out in opposite directions at high speed.

Yang Mu put his feet on the city wall behind him, stopped his figure, and did not change his face, while Ling Jing kept spinning in the air, in order to relieve his strength, and retreated four or five feet before settling down. It's a dead end.

The smoke and dust in the arena gradually dissipated, and at this moment, a figure leaped down from the top of the city wall and punched Yang Mu directly on top of Yang Mu's head. A huge fist mark was formed on the floor under the curtain.

Han Yu in the distance narrowed his eyes, slapped his saddle, and rushed under the city wall almost instantly.

"Bai Lao, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" (To be continued.)