As soon as Ling Jingfang sank into the woods, several figures suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain in the distance.

"Second Senior Brother, this group of people from the Songshan faction is really unbearable, and a small Hengshan faction has surrounded it for several times and has not taken it, which is really disappointing." A young man in a green robe said to the middle-aged man on the side, and behind him there were another two dozen people in brocade robes.

The middle-aged man was tall and had no white beard, looked at the group of Hengshan Sect disciples in the valley, nodded, and said, "The people of the Songshan Sect are indeed useless, but this Ling Jing is really not simple." I haven't seen him for more than a year, and I didn't expect his martial arts to have improved, which is really terrifying. ”

His eyes flashed with jīng, as if he had thought of something.

A trace of solemnity flashed on the face of the green-robed man on the side, and he said, "Second Senior Brother, what do you think of the kind of swordsmanship that Ling Jing used when he dealt with those three wastes of the Songshan Sect just now?" ”

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, turned his head, and said, "Senior brother, among the disciples of our generation, your martial arts are the highest, Ling Jing's swordsmanship" paused, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and then said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch even a sword." Are you sure you'll be able to beat him? ”

The man in the green robe smiled bitterly and said: "I have already fought with him, this kid has to say, he is really a genius, he actually has the courage to test my sword, this mysterious swordsmanship, if I guess correctly, it was also in that battle that he comprehended." ”

The middle-aged man suddenly gasped, his own junior brother's martial arts, he naturally knew that in this sect, in addition to the master, even the senior brother was weaker than him, but couldn't even he deal with this Ling Jing?

His face sank suddenly, and he said with a solemn face: "Senior brother, in fact, we have tried to win over this person before, but this kid has never replied to us. ”

The green-robed man moved, and said lightly: "Second Senior Brother, once the martial arts are mastered to a certain level, the heart is naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary people. If you just want to win him over by very cliché means, of course you won't be able to. ”

The middle-aged man sighed, and seemed to regret why he didn't give a bigger bargaining chip in the first place, and said: "This matter was given to me by the senior brother, and it is indeed my fault that I didn't bring this kid over." ”

The green-robed man shook his head and said, "I don't think so." This kid is not a simple person, and his skills are already above me, and he fights alone, and even I am not his opponent. I am afraid that no force can win him over such a person. ”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, then looked at the disciples of the Hengshan Sect who were rescuing the wounded in the valley, and frowned: "What about those people below, anyway, that kid has already left, should we help Zuo Lengchan again?" ”

The disciples of the Hengshan faction in the valley were under the command of Yihe, Yiqing and other big disciples, carrying the corpses of the same people who had been killed, moving to one place, piled up with dry firewood, and seemed to be preparing to be cremated and brought back to Hengshan, but they did not notice at all, and someone on the top of the mountain in the distance had already noticed them.

"Forget it. Zuo Lengchan is an unbearable person, even if he comes out of retreat this time, at most, it is the strength of the peak of the artistic conception of the sky, and against this Ling Jing, I am afraid that there is still no chance of winning. The green-robed man pondered for a moment and said slowly.

The middle-aged man nodded, and said with some pity: "We spent a lot of jīng effort on the Songshan faction, and the princess also personally went out to talk to Zuo Lengchan last time, let's do this, isn't it a little?"

The green-robed man hurriedly waved his hand and said cautiously: "Second Senior Brother, don't forget our original intention of winning over the Songshan Sect this time, now that this Ling Jing Sword Technique has been completed, even if we can't win him over, we can't push him to the side of the Ming Sect." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "What the senior brother said is reasonable, then the matter on Zuo Lengchan's side, let's put it aside for the time being, and try to get in touch with this Ling Jing again first, and see if there is anything that can impress him." ”

The two looked at each other, and gradually disappeared to the top of the mountain with a group of men.

Ling Jing walked into the woods, his eyes were full of blue light, galloping in the forest like a cheetah, among the three people, the old man surnamed Zhao was seriously injured by his own sword, and his body technique would definitely not be too flexible, which could be seen from the footprints on the ground.

"See how far you can run!"

Ling Jing followed the footprints, kept shuttling through the forest, and saw a series of footprints turning east and west, looking like he was in a suspicious formation.

Gradually, Ling Jing was getting farther and farther away from the deep valley, and he had already traveled several miles to the northeast, and suddenly, he was seen looking in a certain direction and sneering.

In his field of vision, he saw that behind a few big trees in front of the right, the three old men surnamed Zhao each held a blade, hiding behind the trees with bated breath, and a series of footprints passed through the middle of the three big trees.

"Are you playing with me?" Ling Jing showed a hint of mockery on his face, and stepped forward without hurrying, but the three of them held their breath and seemed to be listening to their footsteps.

Three steps, two steps, Ling Jing walked one step in front of the tree, suddenly stopped, behind the big tree, the three figures suddenly tightened, and almost couldn't help but rush out.

"Whew!"

At this moment, Ling Jing suddenly drew his long sword and silently pierced a big tree on his right. The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" passed through the trunk of the tree, and the sword momentum did not decrease, and it directly pierced into the chest of the old man surnamed Zhao.

"Poof!"

The old man surnamed Zhao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the tip of the sword that came out of his chest in a daze, and soon lost his breath.

"Run!"

When the two people surnamed Sima and Zhang on the side saw that the old man surnamed Zhao was killed, they were immediately shocked, and without thinking about it, they ran to the front.

The old man surnamed Zhao was dead, and the two knew that their plot had been exposed, and it was impossible to ambush the young man again, but if it was a head-to-head confrontation, they had no chance of winning, and now they were just thinking about how to escape quickly.

The two figures rushed out in two directions, Ling Jing frowned slightly, suddenly jumped onto a big tree, and threw the scabbard in his hand with his hand, shè towards the person surnamed Sima.

"Whew!"

The strong wind was howling, and the face of the man surnamed Sima changed, and he sighed in his heart that he was unlucky, thinking: "Why didn't this kid chase Brother Zhang, but came to kill me?" ”

With a hint of resentment on his face, he turned around and raised his sword to parry.

"Bump!"

The man surnamed Sima had numb arms, took a few steps back, and took the scabbard, and even his teeth were shocked with blood, and there was blood in his mouth.

"Such a strong internal force, how did this kid practice such martial arts!" The man surnamed Sima didn't dare to stay, so he turned around and ran to the front again, and at this time, he only heard two soft sounds of "snort", and two emerald green leaves penetrated from the back of his heart, directly through his chest, and shè to a tree in front.

The man surnamed Sima fell to the ground in amazement, Ling Jing withdrew his right hand, picked a few more leaves, and went to the left front. More than ten zhang in front, a figure can be seen faintly.

"The last one!"

Ling Jing repeated his old tricks, chased him to the front, and used artistic conception-level techniques to shè out of the flying leaves and take the person's life.

"'Selflessness and formlessness', whether it is used for swordsmanship or hidden weapons, it is really unguardable. It's a pity that some of them consume too much internal strength. ”

Ling Jing packed up the three of them, looked up at the head, identified the direction, and headed north, the Hengshan faction must go back to the mountain to rectify after this great disaster, he only needs to wait for them to pass by and settle down in Fuzhou City, and the main task this time will be completed.

"I don't know how many disciples of the Hengshan Sect survived this time." He shuttled all the way forward, but he was thinking about this main mission in his heart, in the previous battle in the valley, the Hengshan faction had fewer enemies and more enemies, even if he had his own support, but he still suffered heavy casualties, even if he added the Dingxian Shitai and others who were rescued from the stone kiln, I am afraid that there are not many people alive.

"The Songshan faction is deliberately trying to get along with me." Ling Jing was slightly distressed, originally if all the people of the Hengshan Sect could survive this time, then the talent points that could be used and the various genera would definitely be able to skyrocket, but after the battle in the valley, I am afraid that it would be quite good to be able to have more than a dozen talent points.

"It's a pity" Ling Jing sighed secretly, but as long as the main quest is completed this time, the third layer of the talent tree will be enough to be opened, and then the martial arts on his body can be upgraded again, and he will definitely be able to increase his strength a lot.

And the "Great Shift", it's time to practice and take a look.

After a few rì, Ling Jing rushed to the city of Fuzhou alone, because there was no urgency this time, so he was not in a hurry, and it was not until four or five years later that he returned to the city again.

On the way, he didn't try to find any trace of the Hengshan faction, because he didn't really want to go with them in his heart, although the Dingxian master was high-spirited and bright, and his Buddhist cultivation was profound, but in his opinion, he couldn't help but seem very pedantic, and he always felt like he was tied up when he stayed with them.

After Ling Jing entered the city, he went to the inn to stay, there were still wounded in the group of Hengshan faction, and the speed of the journey was definitely much slower than him. However, he was not in a hurry, as long as the people of the Hengshan faction stepped into Fuzhou City, this mission would naturally be completed, and now that the crisis had been lifted, it was only a matter of time.

Ling Jing sat in the lobby of the inn, ordered a few small dishes, a large jar of wine, and poured himself a drink.

Suddenly, my ears moved, but I heard a few big men talking and drinking, and one of them said, "Have you heard about it recently?" More than ten years ago, many heroes of the rivers and lakes have rushed to the Hunan area to assemble, and now there are thousands of heroes gathered there, and they are preparing to go north without rì, so as to meet with the heroes of several other places, and then they will attack the Shaolin Temple together. ”

Another person said: "This matter is making a lot of noise in the rivers and lakes, who can not have heard of it." However, the thief bald of Shaolin Temple actually dared to imprison Miss Ren, and he was really impatient. (To be continued.) )