Although I had learned the swordsmanship of Zhao Weisong of the Peerless Sword Sect before, the sword method, one light and one heavy, there are similarities, but it cannot be completely penetrated, Ling Yun's knife was cut down, and he was able to repel the fat monk's fierce attack, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, the knife technique was clumsy, but the heavy knife had no edge, a good knife, itself was a divine soldier that could be like a tiger, and he couldn't help but increase his confidence.

The fat monk took a few steps back, looking at Ling Yun's heavy knife, his heart was full of surprise, this little beggar looked thin and weak, he was definitely not a person who could exert such a strong force, and this knife, black as night, looked ordinary, I didn't expect it to have such magical power.

The fat monk thought that Ling Yun was using the power of this knife, and he didn't have any martial arts himself, so he wanted to snatch this knife out of his hand, how to let him drop this knife, watching the little beggar every time he lifted the heavy knife, it was very laborious, probably only needed to attack quickly, avoid the direct collision between the knife and the knife, so as not to shock himself, and then let him consume his energy, tired to the extreme, he would naturally drop the knife.

So, the fat monk began to attack fiercely, Ling Yun raised the knife without hurry, because the knife was too heavy, so the back of the knife was on his shoulder, as long as he waited until the fat monk entered his blade, he raised the knife and slashed, this move seems clumsy, but it is very effective, the heavy knife is far longer than the fat monk's scimitar, so he has never been able to hurt Ling Yun's body.

And Ling Yun couldn't hurt this flexible fat monk because of the clumsiness of the heavy knife, and he was easily avoided by him, so under hundreds of moves, the fat monk was already tired and out of breath, but when he looked up at Ling Yun, he didn't look tired at all.

The fat monk stopped in the distance panting, conditioning his breath, and was disappointed in his heart, the strategy just now not only did not tire Ling Yun, but he was tired enough, and he couldn't call the yellow-robed monks behind him to help, otherwise he wouldn't be able to subdue even a little beggar, where was the prestige?

"Have you finished attacking, is it my turn?" Ling Yun was not tired, but had plenty of time to stand there and rest, watching the fat monk like a nimble boar, holding a scimitar and waving it on the ground like a flower, dancing for a long time to get close to him, being repelled by a knife, and dancing again, the energy lost by both sides was obviously not the same.

"Hmph, you just use a weapon to use, with this kind of magic weapon in hand, even a delicate little lady can be invincible, if you have a kind of drop that knife, and fight with me with your bare hands!"

"Okay, but I can't believe you, if you drop the scimitar first, I'll naturally drop it!" Ling Yun said.

"Okay, I'll lose it first, you talk count, don't cheat!" The fat monk was full of joy, thinking that a young man like Ling Yun was really unbearable, so he was hit by a move, and dropped the knife, what are you, when it comes to fists, his fat body is enough to crush him.

So, full of confidence, the fat monk threw the scimitar more than ten zhang away, and said, "It's your turn!"

Where did Ling Yun fall for his radical method, and thought to himself, this guy is a sincere person, but unfortunately, more than 30 of you are surrounding me, which is extremely unfair, even if it is a wheel war, I will not escape death, so why bother to be honest with you, wouldn't it be a fool.

Ling Yun raised the heavy knife with difficulty, wanting to throw it away, but the fat monk had already clenched his fists, and when he threw away the knife, he could take action to knock him down, and then beat him to death with his fists, there would never be a chance for him to live.

However, after Ling Yun raised the heavy knife, he did not throw it away, but slashed towards the fat monk, and the sharp blade slashed at his greasy three-layer fat neck.

"You treacherous villain!" said the fat monk angrily, knowing that he would not escape death, and stretched out his hands to block.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun deflected the blade and did not slash at his arm, but inserted it horizontally into the gap between his arms and put it on the fat monk's neck, only a finger's distance from his neck, and the cold air had already made the fat monk feel that he would cut the blood vessels in that neck at any time.

"I'm not lying, I said you lost the scimitar and I threw it away, but I didn't say what I lost. Ling Yun smiled, dropped a mud ball in his hand, and said, "So, I am true to my word, and losing this mud ball can be regarded as a loss." ”

"You!you!" the fat monk was speechless.

Ling Yun clenched his heavy knife and said, "Let your group of yellow-robed monks retreat for thirty miles, I won't kill you, and I will let you go, otherwise, your head will fall to the ground immediately." ”

"Do you think they will listen to me? they will only listen to the strong, today I was captured by one of your stinky beggars, they will no longer regard me as the boss!" the fat monk said angrily, it seemed that because of Ling Yun's capture, he had lost face, and in the future, he would no longer be able to gain a foothold among the yellow-robed monks, let alone be the boss.

"Haha, you wicked people, are you so realistic, but you try, or your head will be gone. Ling Yun held a heavy knife and approached the fat monk's neck for a few minutes, leaving a bloody streak.

"Listen, retreat thirty miles back and wait for me in the Earth God Temple!" The fat monk was afraid that Ling Yun, who was stunned, would really cut his neck, and ordered all the yellow-robed monks to say.

After all, the prestige of the boss has accumulated over time, and when he was not dead, the yellow-robed monks hesitated for a moment, and as one of them shouted: "Retreat!" The thirty-five horsemen turned their horses' heads together and galloped up.

Until the end of the official road, the footprints of this group of yellow-robed monks could no longer be seen, only a yellow smoke and dust filled the earth.

Ling Yun let go of the knife and said, "I am true to my word, I said that I will not kill you if I let you go, but this horse is considered to be owned by me, and besides, you stand here, don't pester me." ”

"It's just a horse, you can ride it away, now I won't pester you, the next time I meet, don't blame me for killing you in the most cruel way in the world!" said the fat monk viciously.

Ling Yun said in his heart, it will be a scourge after leaving this person, but since he said that he would not kill him, he should be released, in fact, even if he is killed, the other thirty or so yellow-robed monks in the future will not be a scourge, not worse than this one, after all, this person is so upright, he said that he would put down the scimitar and put it down, there is no hypocrisy and deceit, although the person is bad, but this point is pleasing to people.

"You close your eyes and follow me. Ling Yun was afraid that he would pick up the scimitar and chase him, so he closed his eyes and walked with him to the horse, Ling Yun turned over and got on the horse, and then put away the heavy knife around his neck.

"There will be no time in the future!" Ling Yun clamped his legs, lifted the reins, and galloped his horse.

The fat monk opened his eyes and saw that the horses were far away, leaving only a puff of smoke and dust, and he was furious in his heart, picked up the clod of soil from the ground, and threw it over, but Lingyun was already far away, and the clods of soil that fell on the ground and shattered into crumbs could not hit Lingyun in the distance, but made the fat monk even more furious.

He touched the blood stains on his neck and said hatefully: "Next time, I will definitely slaughter this little scrap!"