The face of the man in the green robe slowly became a little difficult to look at, and he faintly looked down on Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, in fact, his martial arts were not very clever, but he was just the strength of the first to enter the artistic conception, and his senior brother was also between him.

If it weren't for Senior Brother's insistence on cooperating with Zuo Lengchan, he wouldn't have come to such a place and made a move on a young man.

"But why is this Ling Jing's martial arts so strange?"

The green-robed man turned around twice in a row, and only then could he dodge Ling Jing's sword, and a trace of anger appeared between his eyebrows. He could feel that this young man's internal strength was really not weak, and he was even much more clever than many old monsters in the rivers and lakes, and his swordsmanship

"This is a sword technique that comprehends the artistic conception!"

Since his martial arts achievements, he has never encountered an opponent with such superb swordsmanship, no wonder before leaving, the senior brother also told himself to be careful of this son's swordsmanship.

"The artistic conception is to perfectly integrate the essence, energy, and spirit of a person who practices martial arts." A flash of realization flashed in Ling Jing's heart, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" swept out from right to left, the sword body remained perfectly parallel to the ground, there was almost no trace of resistance in the air, just in an instant, it crossed the distance and swept across the chest of the green-robed man.

The figure of the green-robed man was very fast, with a slight step under his feet, he jumped up high, and took a few steps back like a bird, Ling Jing's fast-like sword just swept the corner of the opponent's clothes, but there was no joy or sadness on his face, followed by a few steps in a row, tightly pressing the green-robed man, stabbing obliquely with a sword, stabbing at the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

"Jing is the energy of a martial artist, and those who practice martial arts, the deeper their skills, the more vigorous their energy will naturally be. Qi refers to the true qi of the inner family, I am already the internal force of the junior grandmaster, and the true qi is naturally far superior to the first-class master. So, what is God? ”

The look in his eyes was uncertain, and the sword moves continued to be used, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and sometimes silently, as if the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand had melted into the air, and he could stab at the opponent's vital point without twisting at all.

"This kid, this kid!!"

The anger in the eyes of the green-robed man was even worse, and he found that when the kid in front of him was fighting with him, his face was still dazed, and he thought to himself, this kid must not have done his best, it was simply too deceitful.

"Boy, try my trick!"

The green-robed man jumped back suddenly, shouted angrily, his body flashed, and two identical figures were separated, rushing out from the left and right, and revolving around Ling Jing.

When he reached both sides of Ling Jing, his figure shook again, and he turned into four figures, rushing quickly, surrounding Ling Jing.

The blue light in Ling Jing's eyes pulsed rapidly, frowning slightly.

"Is this an afterimage left by the body method too fast?" Even in the scanning of the system, only four afterimages could be seen, speeding around him.

It seems that the body of this green-robed man is really not ordinary, and even the system can only capture the afterimage of the other party, as for which the real body is, then you need to judge it yourself.

In front of him, four figures with blue light were rapidly rotating around him, Ling Jing's gaze was unmoved, he held the long sword in his right hand, pointed down diagonally, and his body did not move a bit.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, I saw several cold rays erupt from the hands of the four remnants at the same time, from the front, back, left, right, and all directions, countless sharp energies shot towards Ling Jing's body at the same time.

However, Ling Jing gently closed his eyes at this time, and in the images transmitted back by the system, he saw that these cold rays were small silver flying needles.

"Understood. Hurting people with embroidery needles, is it a "sunflower treasure book"? ”

It seems that Zuo Lengchan really got together with the people of Dongchang again, he sighed slightly in his heart, once the forces on the rivers and lakes are hooked up with the people in the court, then all the battles can no longer be as simple as the grievances and hatreds of the children of the rivers and lakes.

The people in the rivers and lakes have always been the thorn in the side of the imperial court, because this group of people has a high military force, but they often despise the royal law of the imperial court, act arbitrarily, and do not take the imperial court in their eyes at all, which is naturally the most taboo place in the imperial court.

Who knows what Dongchang will do next once he helps Zuo Lengchan to dominate the rivers and lakes.

"Zuo Lengchan" he muttered this name in his heart, this person is ambitious, in order to dominate the rivers and lakes, he did not hesitate to use the power of the imperial court, if this matter spreads to the rivers and lakes, it will immediately make him discredited, after all, the people in the rivers and lakes are also very taboo about the word court.

But with his current reputation, even if he says it, who can really believe it?

The corners of his mouth showed a hint of self-deprecation, Huashan abandoned disciples, he should have the consciousness of being rejected and despised by the righteous path of martial arts.

"But what the hell does this matter to me!" Ling Jing's eyes froze slightly, and his face showed a hint of indifference, what did this Jianghu become in the end, what did it have to do with him, as long as someone didn't mess with him, then he didn't bother to pay attention to these deceitful and intriguing things.

All thoughts were almost fleeting in his mind, and in the face of the countless flying needles shooting from all directions, a faint smile appeared on his face with his eyes closed.

"What is the true god of a warrior. Let me verify it! ”

The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" on Ling Jing's right hand danced lightly, and it seemed that the speed was extremely slow, even in the eyes of the blue-robed man, he felt that this son dared to be so careless in the face of his countless flying needles, which was no different from looking for death.

The figure of the blue-robed man became faster and faster, and the afterimage was full of layers of hand shadows, and the silver light flickered, like stars in the sky, and suddenly fell in the direction where Ling Jing was.

"Spirit, spirit, spirit! system, start recording my mental fluctuations! ”

Ling Jing let out a low cry in his head, suddenly opened his eyes, in the dark night, there seemed to be two faint blue lights, his right arm swung slightly, from bottom to top, the long sword in his hand was silent, and in the process of slashing upward, it suddenly disappeared!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" The four afterimages on Ling Jing's side changed color in unison, and the green-robed man shook his head slightly, looking at Ling Jing's hand, but saw that the front of his right hand was empty, as if he had never held anything.

"But what about the sword?" The man in the green robe only felt that his heartbeat suddenly increased by two beats, and suddenly, he only heard the endless crisp sound of "clanging" beside him.

When a little bit of cold light was still four or five feet away from Ling Jing, it was all gone.

Is this the first artistic conception of "Dugu Nine Swords", "the realm of selflessness and formlessness"? A faint smile appeared on Ling Jing's face, in his senses, he only felt that his right arm had no weight, and the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand seemed to be integrated into another piece of time and space, and as far as his mind could reach, almost instantly, the long sword could be swept away.

"Well, it's time to put an end to it." Ling Jing slowly turned around, with himself as the center, within five feet square, it seemed that a vacuum area had formed, and all the silver needles would suddenly disappear without a trace when they arrived here.

Ling Jing slowly walked towards the remnant of the blue-robed man.

The green-robed man was speeding left and right, his face gloomy, "It turns out that this person is actually sharpening his swordsmanship with me!" What a bold boy, he dares to underestimate me so much. ”

Knowing that this person's swordsmanship had reached a realm of unfathomable ghosts and gods, no matter how much he struck, he couldn't trap him, and immediately his body was certain, and the four remnants gradually became one, and he jumped back and stood on a raised clod of soil seven or eight zhang away from Ling Jing.

In the night, there was silence all around, and the two just stared at each other, but did not speak immediately.

After being quiet for a long time, the green-robed man said slowly: "What kind of swordsmanship are you?" There was a hint of dryness and hoarseness in his voice.

Ling Jing stood in place, the "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" in his hand revealed the sword body again, smiled faintly, and said, "If I say that it is the Lin family's "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum", do you believe it?" ”

The green-robed man shook his head lightly and said, "The Lin family's 'Evil Warding Sword Spectrum' has a total of seventy-two sword techniques, and the moves are known for being strange and fast, but no matter how fast they are, it is impossible to completely hide my eyes. ”

Ling Jing smiled slightly and exhaled a turbid breath. There are not a few people in the world who frame him for stealing the Lin family's "Sword Spectrum to Ward Off Evil Spirits", at least almost all of the Huashan faction have this idea, even if it is Shi Niang Ning Zhongze, although he verbally believes in himself, but is there no trace of doubt in his heart?

Unexpectedly, it was an enemy, believing that the swordsmanship he cultivated was not the Lin family's "sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits".

"Aren't you leaving? You should know that my light skills are not as good as yours, if you insist on escaping, no matter how good my swordsmanship is, I can't catch up with you, it's useless. Ling Jing smiled at the man.

The blue-robed man sighed, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Ling's swordsmanship is profound and courageous, which is really an eye-opener for Zaixia. If we hadn't met under such circumstances, I would definitely have invited Brother Ling to drink. ”

"But now that each is its own master, although I can't stop Brother Ling, the group of people from the Hengshan Sect may not be the opponent of Zuo Lengchan's men."

When Ling Jing heard this, his eyes froze slightly.

The green-robed man laughed, jumped upside down, retreated to the edge of the depression in a few flashes, and laughed: "Brother Ling, my name is Oxfam, and I believe we will definitely meet again in the future." When the time comes, I will ask Brother Ling for his skills! ”

The voice gradually faded away, and Ling Jing saw that Oxfa's figure was like a ball of blue light, running more and more urgently, and disappeared in front of his eyes almost instantly.

"Another master of cultivating the "Sunflower Treasure Book"! "People who know that the cultivation of the "Sunflower Treasure Book" are far beyond ordinary masters, and their light body martial arts are only the "Golden Goose Gong", although it is not much different from Oxfam's internal force cultivation, but the light skill is much worse.

"It seems that it's time to speed up the progress, and we need to learn a light skill that is at least superior." (To be continued.) )