On the street, there is no one, there are a few lights in Wanxian Tower behind him, and the east in the distance is slightly blue, it is already early in the morning, and the sky is about to brighten.

Yang Lingya woke up in her sleep, sleepy-eyed, and escaped from the secret room, feeling a little cold on her body.

Ling Yun was worried that the collapse of the wall would attract the people of the Divine Foot Sect, so he hurriedly pulled Yang Lingya and fled from the vicinity of Wanxian Tower.

"Where are we going now?" Yang Lingya slept for a long time, and was especially awake at the moment.

Ling Yun pondered: "Go back to the county government and sleep for one night, tomorrow I will sleep full, and I will kill all the Divine Foot Sect, and let this group of guys trouble me all day long!"

Yang Lingya smiled and said, "There are more than 3,000 people in the Divine Foot Sect, if you kill it, there will be 3,000 family members behind you, won't there be tens of thousands of people chasing you and making trouble for you?" ”

"How do you solve that?" Ling Yun said.

Yang Lingya blinked, thought for a while, showed an inexplicable smile, and said, "You'll know tomorrow." ”

The two of them slowly walked down the alley to the backyard of the county government.

"Well, this is the back door of the county government, so unremarkable. Yang Lingya was quite surprised. There is only a narrow wooden door at the back door of the county government, which can only pass through two people in parallel, and it stands to reason that there should be a gate in the backyard of the county government, leaving a carriage to enter and exit, so a small door is a bit strange.

"This is the back door to the kitchen, and the real gate of the backyard is on the east side, and it is not here, because it needs to lead to the kitchen, and the street vendors often use this door to bring water and food to the county government, so there is a key under the stone slab to make it easy to enter and exit. Ling Yun lifted the stepping stone slab, took out the key from underneath, and opened the wooden door.

Yang Lingya stood in front of Ling Yun, pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, but unexpectedly, there was a thin line under the door, her legs were entangled by the thin line, and she almost fell, and the bell was tied to both ends of the thin line, and the bell was ringing.

"Who is so lacking in virtue, put a thread here, and don't see it at night, isn't it broken, but fortunately, Miss Ben is flexible and didn't fall. Yang Lingya pulled off the thin thread on her legs, and the bell rang a few more times.

Ling Yun was surprised and said, "Probably for anti-theft, I have never entered or exited from this door, and I have never seen this thin line." ”

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped up from the roof of the house and rushed straight towards Lingyun, and the green mangs carried an icy cold air, and it seemed like an ice cube silently passing through the air in the dark night.

Ling Yun felt the compelling cold, sneered a few times, and in an instant, he dodged ten zhang away with Yang Lingyan in his arms.

The black shadow was slightly surprised, and the sword that stabbed at a rapid speed was forcibly retracted, drawing a circle in the air, and then turned to the place where Ling Yun was.

At this time, it was the darkest time before dawn, the night was like ink, there was no light or shadow, and even though the two had excellent eyesight, they still couldn't see each other's faces clearly, only a black shadow.

"Who are you, dare to assassinate in the county government!" Ling Yun shouted.

The black shadow said: "You are Wang Sancheng of Jingnan Zhixian County?"

"Am I concerned about you?" Ling Yun said.

The black shadow stopped talking nonsense, and stabbed with his sword, and the sword qi shook the air.

Ling Yun pushed Yang Lingyan away and teased him, in the blink of an eye, the stabbing swords had all failed, after all, it was a mortal's fast sword, even if the swordsmanship was invincible among mortals, it was by no means the same order of magnitude for Ling Yun.

The black shadow was surprised: "It's actually you?!" Cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, he had never seen a person who could dodge more than three of his swords empty-handed, and he didn't expect this person to dodge dozens of swords in a row, so easily.

The man of the black shadow is none other than Zhao Weisong, and at this moment he found that the so-called Wang Sancheng of Jingnan Zhixian County was actually a young man who had defeated him by Wan Xianlou, but he was not so panicked, if it was him, it would be reasonable to avoid his sword.

"Are you?" Ling Yun didn't recognize the identity of the black shadow, and Zhao Weisong could lower his voice, but he didn't hear that it was Zhao Jianzong who had a fierce battle with the master of the Divine Foot Sect on the street.

The sky gradually brightened, and the faces of both of them were exposed in the cyan morning light, and Ling Yun saw the person opposite clearly, with a pinch of mustache, he was a middle-aged swordsman, his face was somewhat familiar, and he couldn't remember it.

Zhao Weisong held his sword and arched his hand: "Your Excellency, do you remember that Wanxianlou once defeated Zhao?"

Ling Yun suddenly remembered his identity and sneered: "Are you not convinced, and you specially came to the mansion today to learn?"

"Don't dare. It is difficult to disobey the fate, although Zhao knows that he is invincible, he must also fight. Zhao Weisong said solemnly, he knew that the young man opposite the force was high, unpredictable, I am afraid that he would lose it today, but he had no intention of retreating in his heart, the surface excuse was to complete the important task in Hong Jingyao's message, in fact, there was also the idea of not admitting defeat, since he became famous, there are few opponents, and now a nameless young man, playing with himself in the palm of his hand, what a shame, he believes that the opponent is not without loopholes, all perfection is just a trick.

Of course, Ling Yun has loopholes, but he is just a mortal, and he will never be able to see through this loophole with his own strength, just like an ant, delusional about defeating an elephant, no matter how hard he tries, it is only in vain.

"You fight against me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Ling Yun wondered in his heart, he had a fight with the Divine Foot Sect, why did he come to trouble him again if he was seriously injured, listening to the phrase "it is difficult to disobey fate", I am afraid that Hong Jingxiao was resentful of himself for robbing his woman, and sent his men down to clean himself up.

Ling Yun has no bad feelings towards Zhao Weisong, especially on the street of the night, one person single-handedly challenged more than ten masters of the Divine Foot Sect, and he did not surrender, whether it was swordsmanship, or a backbone that would rather die than surrender, it couldn't help but be admirable, but he was a master of a lowly world, challenging himself, it was tantamount to a mortal vs. an immortal, the outcome was self-evident, he just wanted to scare him off, and he was unwilling to rely on his own advantages to reduce the dimensionality of the attack, that kind of destruction was meaningless.

Zhao Weisong said: "I can't beat it, but I still have to fight, whether I die or you die, I have to give it a try after all, otherwise if I want to defeat your heart, I will always let me die!"

"This sword is borrowed from you, and it always makes you use it to me empty-handed, and you can't win it. Zhao Weisong threw the other sword on his back to Ling Yun, it was his wife's commonly used saber, which was sharper than the sword in his hand.

Ling Yun saw that he was arrogant, and said: "Okay, let's learn from each other in swordsmanship, and we only fight for victory and defeat, not for life and death." ”

"Fight for life and death. Zhao Weisong looked at death as if he were at home, and the sword in his hand was held tightly.

Ling Yun clumsily pulled out the long sword from its scabbard, the blade of the sword was cold, it was really a sword that was as sharp as clay.

Ling Yun raised his sword, and the sword momentum was crooked, and there was no order to speak of.

Zhao Weisong looked at Ling Yun, whose sword moves were as clumsy as a beginner, and he didn't dare to relax at all in his heart, and he picked up the sword with great speed.

Although Ling Yun's sword moves were messy, his speed was extremely fast, and when he saw Zhao Weisong stabbing obliquely, he raised his sword to block.

It's a pity that Zhao Weisong's sword is a false move, the swordsmanship focuses on the virtual and the real, and there is a lot of things inside, easily avoiding Ling Yun's block, and stabbing straight to the chest, everything is in an instant.

Ling Yun had to deal with it seriously, slowed down the speed of the opponent's sword move, and returned the sword to continue to block.

Zhao Weisong's swordsmanship is varied, Ling Yun's blocking speed is amazing, the two of them have compared more than 30 styles in a row, and the two swords have not touched once.

Lingyun's sword moves were clumsy at first, but he gradually learned the method of sword movement, especially Zhao Weisong's many wonderful sword moves, and in the process of slowing down, he secretly wrote them down, and he was able to dance a little decently.

Zhao Weisong stabbed each sword to the vital point, and he not only easily blocked, but also took advantage of the gap to learn his own swordsmanship, can't help but sigh is really a genius who practices martial arts, if it is not for the two of them to regard it as enemies, and he to learn martial arts, it is really a hearty pleasure, which person in the world can block any long sword attack of the opponent, no matter how accurate your swordsmanship, how fast the sword moves, virtual and real changes, none of them are in vain.

At the beginning, Zhao Weisong only felt hopeless, and the sword moves in the back became more and more fast, the sword he wielded was almost one with himself, the sword was a person, the move was stabbed, faster and faster, more and more accurate, the sword move was switched between virtual and real, more and more ghostly and elusive, and the swordsmanship was extremely refined, and it was perfect!

A strong opponent can make people feel hopeless, but it can also increase the ceiling of swordsmanship infinitely! This is not a battle against mortals, and this is by no means a mortal sword.