With the help of Tang Hao and Li Qing, the pressure on Ling Jing and Zhu Junmi suddenly became much less, Tang Hao's martial arts were not inferior to Shang Tianchen, and Li Qing also had the strength of a heavy sky, even if he still had a disadvantage on his side in terms of the number of masters, he could already temporarily stabilize his position.

But the premise of all this is that Han Yu and Yang Mu don't make a move!

"These two people still don't do it?" When Ling Jing and the Moon Envoy were fighting, their eyes glanced at the location of Han Yu and Yang Mu again, and then their faces changed greatly.

What about Yang Mu?

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

Because he didn't even find out when this person rushed over, and even the system didn't scan his movements.

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

"Yang Zuo Envoy." Ling Jing's face was a little dignified, the two most terrifying people in the Ming Sect were undoubtedly Han Yu and Yang Mu, but Han Yu's power was at least known to many people in Jingshi, but no one knew what kind of martial arts this Yang Mu was good at, and how high his realm was.

"Brother Ling, do you know, in fact, the sect leader and I admire you very much, otherwise I wouldn't have handed over the Sword King token of this sect to you. But you've let us down. Yang Mu shook his head and sighed, as if he was talking to an old friend, and as soon as his right hand touched his waist, a slender soft sword flicked out, bounced several times in the air, and then straightened.

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

Everyone felt a heavy pressure from this Mingjiao Bright Left Envoy who never showed a mountain dew, and knew that Ling Jing's martial arts were the highest among them, and except for him, they were afraid that no one was the opponent of this Yang Mu.

"That disappointed Yang Zuo." Ling Jing smiled faintly, then raised his hand and waved, and a black token flew out of his sleeve and fell into Yang Mu's hand.

"But this thing, in fact, I wanted to return it to you for a long time."

Yang Mi played with the Sword King token in his hand, smiled noncommittally, and gently pinched his left hand, and the unknown metal token was pinched into a ball and thrown out by him.

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

Ling Jing knew that the situation was in crisis now, and if he delayed for a while, the danger of the few people behind him would be a little more, especially Lian Yi and the princess, their martial arts were not top-notch, once they were defeated, how should the two of them survive.

"Sword Breaker!"

Ling Jing found a very secret flaw from Yang Mu's starting style, of course he would not be polite to him, and a sword stabbed out diagonally, but the speed of the sword was amazing, and it was absolutely difficult for ordinary people to see his sword shadow clearly.

Sonor!

The soft sword in Yang Mu's hand shook, and he didn't see any big movements, the sword body seemed to have directly crossed a distance of several feet, blocking Ling Jing's blade.

"So fast!"

Ling Jing's heart sank, this Yang curtain could have such a power with a casual blow, and it really couldn't be underestimated.

He has the "Hidden Dragon Sword Qi" in his body, and he has cultivated the top peerless swordsmanship, which is much more powerful than a martial artist of the same level, but he has only fought once, but he has not taken any advantage.

"What kind of realm is this person, if he is already a master of the Triple Heaven of Artistic Conception, then I naturally have only one way to retreat. But at the moment he didn't mean to attack, that"

Ling Jing's mind turned sharply, and he used the "invisible sword" and silently wiped it towards Yang Mu's throat.

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

"Brother Ling, we are all people who use swords, this kind of trick is useless to me."

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

Ling Jing smiled faintly and said, "Okay, then ask Yang Zuo to take over." ”

Suddenly, there was a muffled snort behind him, but it was Li Qing's hard response to Liu Wuxiang's palm, he was already injured, and a burst of cháo red surged on his face.

"Can't put it off any longer!"

Ling Jing's heart sank, and his right palm volleyed into the air to suck the hilt of the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword", and then his palm shook, and in the humming sound, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" soared into the sky, turning into countless sword lights to strangle Yang Mu.

"A sword of the spirit rhino!"

"Okay, this is the swordsmanship worth my hands!" Yang Mu's eyes suddenly burst out with two jīng lights, and then the long sword swept out, his wrist shook sharply, and the sword body of the soft sword bent and twisted like a silver snake, just for a moment, it was like thousands of silver silk threads entangled together, forming a barrier in front of him.

"Green silk into a waterfall!"

The ground in front of the two of them shattered inch by inch, and the upside-down ground and debris were sucked into the air, and then they were shattered by the sword qi grinding and turned into powder.

"Medium!"

The figures of the two exploded at the same time, rushing straight towards each other, and a layer of silver sè's seaweed-like sword qi collided with the black sè's tornado sword qi, constantly rubbing and making a popping sound.

Rumble!

A violent explosion came, and the strong qi spread everywhere, even the first layer of soldiers standing a few feet away were lifted into the sky, the armor on their bodies cracked one after another, and the whole body was bleeding!

And masters such as Zhu Junmi and Shang Tianchen also had to temporarily avoid their opponents at this time, abandon their opponents, and retreat to the side.

"These two people are terrible swordsmanship, if it were me, this move would be enough to kill."

A thought flashed in Shang Tianchen and the others' hearts almost at the same time, although none of the people present were mediocre, but compared to these two swordsmanship masters, it seemed to be a step behind.

The field was full of smoke and dust, and the energy soared into the sky like a whirlwind, covering the two figures in it, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Suddenly, I saw a bright spark burst out of it, and then two figures flew out in the opposite direction.

Yang Mu put his feet on the city wall behind him, stopped his body, and his face did not change, but Ling Jing kept spinning in the air, so as to unload his strength, and retreated four or five zhang away before he settled down, and it seemed that there was no difference between victory and defeat.

The smoke and dust in the field gradually dissipated, and at this moment, a figure leaped down from the top of the city wall, and a punch slammed straight into the top of Yang Mu's head, the fist had not yet arrived, but the fierce fist force formed a huge fist mark on the floor under Yang Mu.

Han Yu, who was in the distance, shrank his eyes, slapped his saddle, and rushed to the city wall almost instantly.

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