It was already noon when Ling Kun and his party arrived at Wudang Mountain, and at this moment there was chaos on the mountain, and they had already entered a deep group fight.

Master Xuanbei's martial arts are unfathomable, but he was surrounded by the twelve golden hairpins of the White Lotus Sect, all of them were bewitching and debauched, tearing his chest and showing his arms, making his face flushed, and he couldn't use his strength.

The White Lotus Sect Eight King Kongs each have a ghost-headed knife, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and no one can move forward.

The head of the Wudang faction, Yu Qingzhen, fought against the three major protectors of the White Lotus Sect alone, and he was already in two palms, and he was in danger.

Seeing this, Ling Kun used his light skills to rush into the crowd and smashed into the back of Wuyun Mo's heart with a punch. Wuyun Mo heard the strong wind behind him, and had to give up his fatal palm on Yuqing and turn around to fight Ling Kun.

However, Ling Kun did not fight against him, and walked away, smashing into Lan Dingtian on the opposite side with a punch. Lan Dingtian only felt that the figure in front of him flickered, and a fist had reached his chest, and he couldn't dodge, so he could only raise his strength and resist.

As a mouthful of blood spurted out, Lan Dingtian staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, Ling Kun's main energy is on light work, otherwise how could he die.

Wuyun Mo and Zi Sui Huai were extremely angry, and they attacked Ling Kun together, but Ling Kun was as slippery as a loach, his body shook, he withdrew more than a dozen steps, his hands were clasped together, and the two fingers of his right hand were aimed at Wu Yunmo.

Dark Cloud Mo and Zi Sui Huai were startled and hurriedly withdrew backwards. The disciples of the Wudang Sect immediately stepped forward to help the crumbling Yuqing down.

The Four Great Dharma Protectors retreated without a fight, stunned the rest of the people, and the Eight Great Vajra and the Twelve Golden Hairpins also stopped for a moment and looked at the new young man.

Ling Kun clapped his hands and said to Dongfang Duzun slowly, "Dongfang Demon, meet again." ”

Dongfang Duzun had suffered a loss at Ling Kun's hands, and his face was not good-looking at the moment, and he said coldly: "Why do you, a court general, meddle in the affairs of martial arts?" ”

"Amitabha, the Eastern Sect Master's words are wrong, Major Ling is the head of the Taishan faction, the son of Ling Tianxia, the former leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, and is closely related to the Central Plains Martial Arts." Xuan Bei said loudly.

Dongfang Duzun's face became even more ugly when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you are the backbone of the Central Plains martial arts and the general of the Zhao and Song Dynasty courts, you are the mortal enemy of my White Lotus Sect, and you must stay alive today." ”

"Hehe, demon, if you don't brag, you'll die, you want to leave me alive, do you have that good tooth?" Ling Kun scoffed.

"Okay, I'll show you

My White Lotus is very powerful. Dongfang Duzun shouted: "The twelve golden hairpins obey the order and form a ** formation." ”

The Twelve Golden Hairpins agreed, left Master Xuanbei, and surrounded Ling Kun.

For a while, twelve bewitching women scratched their heads and gestured, their eyes were like silk, and their voices were like silver bells, turning around Ling Kun like a marquee, stretching out their soft fingers and white and tender ** to tease Ling Kun from time to time.

Ling Kun stared with bated breath, and saw that their seemingly casual teasing movements were all killer moves, and they were interlocking and echoing each other, if you corresponded to one of them, the other eleven people would make a special move at the same time.

Ling Kun was secretly anxious, relying on light skills to dodge left and right, but Pangu's sword didn't even have a chance to trigger.

The twelve golden hairpins are turning faster and faster, and their movements are becoming more and more dissolute. Ling Kun felt dizzy in front of him, as if he was in a disco in his previous life, and he couldn't help but want to follow along.

Zhao Mingyue knew Ling Kun best, and after seeing his strange appearance, she shouted loudly: "Ling Kun, be careful of being ** by them." ”

Fortunately, Ling Kun was extremely sensitive to Zhao Mingyue's voice, and suddenly woke up, suddenly burst out, and rushed straight into the sky, his body floating in the air and panting, calming down for a long time, and then falling lightly.

Everyone was shocked by Ling Kun's light skills, and even Dongfang Duzun, who had always relied on superb light skills to pretend to be ghosts, was ashamed of himself, and opened his mouth wide in shock.

The people eating melons next to them were originally not high in martial arts, and when they saw this unexpected magic skill, they all felt like they were dreaming.

The major sects are even more surprised and delighted, the younger generation has such disciples, and there is still great hope for the Central Plains martial arts.

Only the Twelve Golden Hairpins didn't seem to be affected at all, still smiling, and rushed towards Ling Kun, just like a group of innocent girls competing for their favorite lover.

Ling Kun was afraid of being ** again, so he dealt with it carefully, he secretly thought that there was really no way to use the "Praise Father Shenxing" to escape, but Zhao Mingyue and the others were still on the mountain, how could he escape alone?

At this moment, I suddenly heard a coquettish voice: "Young Master Ling, I'll help you." I saw a woman leaping out of the melon-eating crowd next to me, waving her long sword to join the battle group.

Ling Kun flashed his eyes and saw that the woman was in her twenties, wearing a pale yellow dress, bright eyes and bright teeth, and her face was like congealed fat, she was actually a rare beauty. Although it is not comparable to Zhao Mingyue in terms of appearance, it is more mature and charming than Zhao Mingyue.

The key is that this woman's martial arts are not weak, and the long sword is vertical and horizontal, which will disrupt the formation in an instant.

You must know that this ** array is only effective for men, and when you meet a woman, it immediately becomes an ordinary fight. Ling Kun suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and he seized the opportunity to sneer and release a few swords, and immediately four golden hairpins were injured and fell to the ground.

In this way, the ** array was completely broken. The Twelve Golden Hairpins retreated to the White Lotus Sect camp.

Ling Kun hugged his fist at the woman in yellow and said, "Thank you girl for your help, I don't know what the girl is called?" ”

The woman smiled at him and said, "It's my honor to be able to fight side by side with Ling Gongzi, my name is He Jingying." Ling Kun felt that she was smiling beautifully, as if she was about to fall from one ** array into another** formation.

Lin Rulong said on the side: "Look at Miss He's swordsmanship is the unique swordsmanship of Liang Yan Yangtian, the swallow of Helan Mountain, could it be that she is a disciple of Yan Daxia?" ”

He Jingying hugged his fists and said: "Master Lin has a good eye, Yan Daxia is the family teacher. ”

"Oh, no wonder, I have had several encounters with Yan Daxia, Yan Daxia is an upright person, excellent in martial arts, and has always been good friends with the Central Plains martial arts."

At this time, Yuqing, who was seriously injured, also recovered after recuperating in his luck, and shouted to Dongfang Duzun: "Dongfang Sect Master, do you still want to fight?" ”

Seeing that the victory was in his hands, Dongfang Duzun was about to destroy the Central Plains Martial Arts in one fell swoop, but suddenly Ling Kun and He Jingying came out to destroy the good thing, he was unwilling to give up, gritted his teeth and said: "Of course you have to fight, today is the death day of your Central Plains Martial Arts." ”

As he spoke, he personally led the four Dharma protectors, the eight King Kongs, and the twelve golden hairpins to fight over without being injured.

Everyone in the Central Plains Martial Arts waved their weapons in their hands to greet each other, He Jingying took a deep look at Ling Kun, and also raised his sword to join the battle.

Ling Kun learned well this time, took a few steps back, clasped his hands tightly, and aimed his sword forward with two fingers, like a sniper.

With the joint efforts of the Central Plains Martial Arts, under Ling Kun's secret sniping, the casualties of the White Lotus Sect became larger and larger, two of the Eight Great King Kongs were shot dead by Ling Kun, and one of the Twelve Golden Hairpins was picked by He Jingying.

Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, Dongfang Duzun shouted: "Retreat." He flew out of the square in front of the temple first, and the rest of the disciples scattered.

The people of the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect were no longer able to catch up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and stopped lowering their breaths.