Ling Jing clenched his long sword and stared at the six black shadows crisscrossing in front of him, in the deep rainy night, he saw a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, and nothing could be heard around except for the sound of the sword breaking through the air and the gallop of the masked man.

At this moment, the masked man who made the earth hall knife suddenly lowered his body and bent the knife straight to Ling Jing's right leg, and the masked man who made the steel whip also hung an injured arm at this time, leaned to the left, raised the steel whip in his hand, and struggled to hit Ling Jing's left leg.

In an instant, Ling Jing's lower plate was sealed by two top masters at the same time, and the other four masked men naturally would not be left behind, and the four strange-shaped blades beckoned at Ling Jing's head, chest and other key points at the same time.

Everyone from the Huashan faction looked at Ling Jing who was standing alone in the rain, and they couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him, these six masked people were all masters no less than Ning Zhongze, even if Yue Buqun was carrying the Zixia Divine Skill, his internal strength had already advanced to a level, and in the end, he could only be caught under the encirclement of these people.

However, Ling Jing was only a few years old, and he had only been cultivating for more than a few years, no matter how good his swordsmanship was, how could he deal with the past in the face of so many first-class masters now.

Yue Lingshan's face had become a little pale, biting her lip tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she was faintly crying.

Ning Zhongze's face also showed a hint of shock, in fact, if he talked about understanding this little disciple, he was afraid that even Yue Buqun and Yue Lingshan were inferior to her.

As early as when she was in Huashan, she had fought with this little disciple several times, and she knew that this little disciple was extremely intelligent, and she could often think about what ordinary people didn't want, and what ordinary people couldn't do, and exquisite moves emerged one after another, even if she was probably no longer his opponent.

But she had dealt with these masked men with one enemy and three before, and knew that they were powerful, and if she fought alone, she could at least guarantee that she would not be defeated, or even narrowly defeated, but if she was one against two, she could only barely protect herself, and if there were more opponents, she would almost not be an opponent at all.

It's just that now seeing that Ling Jing was sealed by six top players at the same time, her heart was like an extra boulder, and she suddenly sank.

Just when everyone else was worried about Ling Jing, Yue Buqun was indifferent at this time, just staring at Ling Jing's figure and the sword in his hand carefully!

Ling Jing naturally didn't know what others thought, and at this time, he saw that the two blades at the lower plate should attack first, but now his realm could not achieve the mystery of one sword containing nine swords, so he used a "broken knife style" first.

The person who made the Ditang knife raised his knife and slashed at his right leg, but he didn't block, but stabbed the man's right shoulder with a sword, and the sword speed was also instantly fast to the extreme.

The masked man who made the Ditang knife was pointed at the vital point, and immediately paused, and quickly withdrew his sword and slashed straight at Ling Jing's long sword.

It's just that his move hit Ling Jing's heart, only to see him suddenly draw his long sword, and suddenly carry the volley in the "Golden Goose Gong" straight to the method, his feet were stunned, and his body suddenly became one and a half feet higher, and then he stepped back, hitting the steel whip of another person.

Ling Jing borrowed the strength of his blade, looked at the four staggered black shadows in front of him, and suddenly stepped forward, and then used the volley void step in the "Golden Goose Gong", everyone present saw him stepping in the air several times in a row, and his body was unexpectedly stretched forward, and he fell behind the four figures in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the masked leader, and then he showed a look of doubt, looked at Yue Buqun, who was sitting on the ground opposite, and suddenly shook his head for unknown reasons.

Yue Buqun and his wife naturally didn't know that Ling Jing would also use "Jin Yan Gong", but now that they saw him suddenly use such a miraculous light skill, they naturally had great doubts, and they both thought: "Our Huashan Sect doesn't have such a clever light skill, and how did he learn his endless exquisite swordsmanship?" ”

However, Ning Zhong was just like the other Huashan disciples, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart, but Yue Buqun's behavior at this time was inevitably a little strange, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face, and then a cold color flashed.

Ling Jing had already fallen behind those masked men at this time, and at this moment, he saw that he suddenly turned around and took out his sword, and a silver light cut through the rain curtain in an instant, and the splashed rain suddenly formed half a white circle around him, and then he heard four consecutive sounds of "snort", and the four masked people were struck in the back one after another.

Four muffled snorts suddenly came from the rain, and Ling Jing only fell to the ground at this time, his eyes coldly looking at these black shadows besieging him, but he was still on guard against the people behind him from time to time in his heart.

The masked leader couldn't help but show an awe-inspiring look in his eyes at this time, he saw the siege path of his six brothers very clearly, they didn't know how many times they practiced these routines in private, and when they faced the enemy, they used this to kill countless famous masters, even if it was himself, he was already familiar with this routine, but he was not very sure that he could retreat with his whole body.

At this time, he looked at Ling Jing's gaze and couldn't help but be a little solemn, originally said that this mission was just a matter of hand-to-hand capture, this Huashan faction after the accident twenty-five years ago, there were not two or three kittens left, but now there was a sudden change, and a small killing god jumped out of thin air.

It's just that he still can't figure out Ling Jing's bottom line now, so he just waited and watched the changes for the time being, and didn't make any other moves.

The four masked men with swords in their backs fell forward half a step after suffering pain, and then they all turned around and joined the other two companions, their eyes full of murderous intent, but there was an awe-inspiring color.

In the midst of the lightning and thunder, six black shadows gradually pressed towards Ling Jing, and the sense of oppression formed by the six first-class masters suddenly made the atmosphere around him sink in one fell swoop.

Ling Jing also felt the pressure at this time, and at this time, he crossed the six black shadows and caught a glimpse of Yue Lingshan crying uncontrollably in the rain, her little face full of worry and paleness.

He smiled at Yue Lingshan, then suddenly raised the long sword in his hand backwards, staring at the several black shadows in front of him, and a slight blank look suddenly appeared in his eyes, showing that he had completely entered the realm of "no moves".

With a few shouts, six black shadows rushed towards him with their blades, and the six blades enveloped him in the vital points of his body.

However, Ling Jing had completely forgotten about the things outside his body at this time, and all he could do in his mind was a clear sentence.

"No moves, whatever you want"!

In such a critical situation, he seemed to have a little more comprehension of the realm of "no moves", and when the chain hammer attacked, he made a move "breaking the rope", and the person who came back was unable to get back, and he was hit by a sword in the right rib.

After he used this sword, he took another half step to the right, and three of the other five blades missed, and the other two blades were almost in touch, but he did not panic, and danced the long sword in his hand into a circle of silver light, and used the subtle moves in the "Dugu Nine Swords" one after another.

The "broken spear" move has not yet been used to the end, and then the tip of the sword is turned, and another "broken knife style" is used, and two more people are injured and retreat immediately.

After fighting like this for more than ten moves, Ling Jing had already involuntarily withdrawn five or six steps, but every step he took back was obviously profound, and no one had really touched him so far.

And those six people each suffered a few sword wounds on their bodies at this time, although Ling Jing didn't dare to lose too much internal strength, so the strength on the sword was not strong, but the blood also stained their clothes red.

It's just that although these people were injured, this injury inspired them even more, and the red light in their eyes loomed.

At this moment, the leader glanced at one of them from afar, and the master of the Ditang Knife immediately understood, and suddenly rolled on the ground, like a speeding pit viper, and pounced straight on Ling Jing's legs.

ps:This book will be on the shelves on August 1st.,That is, this week's Thursday.,I hope that friends who like this book will be able to have a show.,And loneliness is going to start saving manuscripts.,There will definitely be an outbreak at that time.。