After Ling Jing used the "invisible sword", he suddenly slaughtered all the masked people around him like harvesting straw, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect on the ground were all a little stunned when they saw that there was nothing in his hands, and they were all a little stunned when they saw that his hands were so magically killing and injuring the enemy, and they didn't know what kind of magical martial arts this was.

"Senior sister, what kind of martial arts is this?" Qin Juan, who was a little younger, still had tears on her face, and at this time she was looking at the young master in the field with a stunned expression, and asked Yihe on the side.

"I can't see it either." Yihe's face flushed slightly, and he said in a low voice.

Among the second-generation disciples of the Hengshan Sect, her martial arts are the most powerful, but at this time, she can't see clearly how the master made the sword, that speed, with her skills, she can't even see even a trace clearly.

Qin Juan choked slightly, and then exclaimed, "Ah! Master, master is dying! ”

The disciples of the Hengshan Sect were suddenly startled, and when they looked at Master Dingjing's side, they saw that her right rib was blood-red, her long sword was hanging low, and her body was shaky, obviously suffering a heavy blow.

"Hero, please, go and save my master." Qin Juan shouted with tears on her face.

Ling Jing wiped out the last masked man with a sword, and when he heard Qin Juan's little girl's voice, he was slightly stunned. Turning his head, he saw Master Dingjing reluctantly raising a sword to block a shot from a masked man.

Ling Jing didn't stop, and a few flashes flashed among the disciples of Heng Mountain, and the long sword separated the ropes on their bodies.

Immediately, he swept into the seven-person formation again, in order to prevent these masked people from threatening the surnames of the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, he had to deal with those people first, and in a moment, Master Dingjing was hit hard.

Seeing this young master rushing into the formation, Master Dingjing's face showed a slight sense of relief, and he tried his best to dismantle the stall a few times, and saw the young man waving his hands sharply, and the long sword and scabbard danced together, and he couldn't see any signs quickly.

A white-haired masked man saw the opportunity quickly, and immediately retreated two steps, escaping Ling Jing's sword scabbard, and suddenly trembled, "You, who are you?" ”

Ling Jing didn't say a word, he looked at this person coldly, and recognized that this person was the old man who took the lead in imprisoning the disciples of Hengshan in the twenty-eighth shop yesterday.

His feet slipped and swept forward, and halfway through, he swung a sword with his backhand, and the sword qi exploded, and the other six people were hit by a sword in the throat one after another, and under the splash of blood, they fell out screaming.

"Amitabha!" Master Dingjing seemed to think that this young man was really a little too cruel, although he was an opponent, but he was too ruthless, and he was busy chanting a Buddha name, frowning slightly.

Ling Jing ignored Master Dingjing, the monk's compassionate heart for no reason made people feel unreasonable, others were bullied to the front, and they wanted to take your surname, and you still had the heart to mourn for them, I really don't know what to do.

The white-haired old man made an iron rod, and when he saw that the white-scarfed masked man stabbed him in the chest with a sword, he didn't dare to be careless, and the previous brothers were inexplicably knocked down by this person, and he was naturally very vigilant in his heart, and immediately put the iron rod across his chest, and even picked and struck, defending the middle and attacking, and pointed to Ling Jing's lower abdomen.

Ling Jing stabbed out with a sword, which was an ordinary swordsmanship, but halfway through the sword, halfway through the move, suddenly the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" disappeared out of thin air, and his body turned slightly to the left, avoiding the man's iron staff, and the long sword silently penetrated the man's chest.

The white-haired old man fell to the ground with a very stunned look on his face.

The last enemy was killed by Ling Jing, and Master Dingjing's body shook a few times, unable to support it anymore, and sat down with a stumble.

Qin Juan and the other disciples had already rushed to the front and shouted, "Master, Master!" Qin Juan served the master with the elixir of this sect to cure injuries, but when he saw that Master Dingjing's face was still pale, he did not get any better.

The other four female disciples picked up the torches on the ground and gathered around Master Dingjing, and when everyone saw that she was seriously injured, their faces were sad and silent.

Master Dingjing's chest couldn't help but rise and fall, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ling Jing and said, "Shaoxia, I don't know which sect you are a disciple of?" ”

Ling Jing frowned slightly, seeing that Master Dingjing's eyes were blank, with a lot of qi and little qi. Knowing that Master Dingjing was too seriously injured, she was afraid that it would be irreparable, and she had fought seven first-class players before, if she hadn't been worried about the safety of her disciples, she was afraid that she would have been unable to support it.

Now that all the opponents have been killed by themselves, under the relaxation of the mind, I am afraid that it will not be done.

He turned his head and glanced at Yi Lin slightly, only to see that her dark eyes were full of tears, and her expression when she looked at Master Dingjing was full of worry and sadness.

Ling Jing lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "There is no door and no faction in Xia, and it is the right time, so I will make a move." The voice was very low, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect on the side couldn't hear what he said at all.

Master Dingjing barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and said: "Shaoxia, I'm just afraid that it won't work, but there is still one thing to ask for, I hope Shaoxia will agree." She said this, her breath was short, and after a while, she said: "Take them to Fuzhou and settle down in the "Wuxiang Nunnery", and my senior sister will arrive in the house. ”

Ling Jing groaned slightly, even if Master Dingjing didn't say anything about this matter, it would be impossible for him to let these Hengshan sect disciples rush to Fuzhou alone, now that Dingjing Shitai's injuries are irreparable, this escort mission can be regarded as unsatisfactory, if something happens to these Hengshan sect disciples again, then the biggest loss is himself.

"Mrs. Shi, please rest assured, as long as you don't die, you will definitely send all the high-ranking disciples of the Hengshan faction to Fuzhou "Wuxiang Nunnery" safely. ”

Master Dingjing smiled slightly, his expression finally relaxed completely, and said, "Amitabha, this burden, I and I were not worthy of picking. The great kindness of the young man, the poor nun is unforgettable. At the end of the day, there was a kind smile on his face, but the sound of breathing faded away.

"Mrs. Shi! Shitai! Ling Jing's heart jumped slightly, and he hurriedly went to probe her snort, but he felt that there was no breath at all, and he was already dead.

He sighed slightly, and the disciples of the Hengshan Sect cried loudly, and above the wasteland, there was a mourning, and a few torches fell to the ground, extinguished one by one, and the surroundings were dark and gloomy.

Ling Jing took a few steps back, his ears were full of the crying of the disciples of Hengshan, although there was no light at this time, but the expressions of these Hengshan disciples were clearly "seen" by him, Qin Juan, the personal disciple of Master Dingjing, fainted from crying several times, if it weren't for Yilin on the side to help her, I was afraid that she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

He couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart, and quietly retreated to the side under the tree, and did not disturb these Hengshan disciples, and began to close his eyes and breathe. (To be continued.) )