"The flame of the candle also shines?"

Meng Yunshan drank coldly in his mouth, and his words were disdainful.

Chen Ruoni's swordsmanship is indeed extremely exquisite, but she herself is too immature to bring out the essence of swordsmanship at all.

In this world, such as Yan Repentance, Ling Ri, Feng Yihan, Long Qianshan and others can be called the top masters of the rivers and lakes, and the warriors of the Song, Liao, Western Xia, Goryeo, and Dali countries are all added up, and it is difficult for the masters of this level to exceed twenty.

The Six Doors and the Four Great Gods are inferior to Zhu Yancheng and others, and they are super-first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

Chen Ruoni learned the Yao Light Sword Sutra for the first time, and her skills are shallow, not to mention competing with the above-mentioned people, even against a first-class player like Qiu Batian, in the case of Qiu Batian's murderous intent and doing her best, Chen Ruoni is only afraid that it will be difficult to go through ten moves.

Meng Yunshan has the qualifications to despise her.

Whew!

Facing Chen Ruoni's sword that slashed towards his palm, Meng Yunshan's body was volleyed, not dodging or dodging, his big palm poked out, the strength between his five fingers was thrust, his nails bounced up like sharp blades, flashing terrifying cold, and slammed on the blade of the sword that Chen Ruoni stabbed.

While!

The sound of gold and iron resonating rose into the air and echoed on the martial arts arena.

A powerful force trembled with the sword body, and the recoiling struck, Chen Ruoni exclaimed "ah", only to feel a sharp pain in her palm, and she almost couldn't hold the long sword, and her body staggered backwards.

Meng Yunshan took advantage of the momentum of the attack, his arms shook, and a vicious wind was fanned, and his body was pulled up three feet again without being able to borrow strength, his five fingers were like hooks, and his fingers were as sharp as arrows, and he fiercely detained Chen Ruoni Tianling in mid-air.

This is his killing move in the 'Flying Tiger Eighteen Fights', not to mention destroying gold and iron under one blow, but if Chen Ruoni really bears this blow, I am afraid that the skull will be chiseled through like rotten earth in an instant.

Swish!

Song Mingjing moved, his body shape seemed to be shifted, Meng Yunshan only felt a flower in front of him, and the other party blocked in front of him like lightning.

got the chess warrior world, the first snitch Bao Chongtian's light skill secret technique, Song Mingjing has also made a lot of progress in light skills.

"Candle fire? Then try my sword again! ”

Choke!

Like a dragon's roar, the golden light exploded from the scabbard, and the dazzling luster pierced people's eyes, and the dragon-shaped sword lightning came out of the sheath, and suddenly turned into a fierce light and shot out.

The sharp qi directly hit Meng Yunshan's chest, this sword came too fast, so that Meng Yunshan's pupils couldn't help shrinking, the momentum of the probe claw was closed, the palms were back to defense, and the strength of the body was increased to the limit, and dozens of claw shadows flashed in the air in an instant.

Puff puff!

As if breaking a bubble, the claw shadows disappeared quickly, Meng Yunshan snorted, and looked at his palms in shock, there was an extra blood hole in the palms of both palms, and the blood was dripping.

At the same time, the placket of his chest cracked, and several cuts opened in his body.

"Dangerous!"

Meng Yunshan's heart shook violently, but fortunately, he reacted a little faster, and tried his best to block this sword with both palms, otherwise his chest would not be injured at this point, and he would only be pierced by a sword.

Rao was like this, his palms were pierced, and half of the Flying Tiger's eighteen pounces were gone.

A sword defeated Meng Yunshan, Song Mingjing glanced at the other party, did not continue the pursuit, the dragon-shaped sword swirled around the body, the sword light was like a swimming dragon, only to hear the "snort" The strength was broken, and several sergeants were cut off at the waist, and their limbs were separated.

The leather armor they wore did not have the slightest effect on resisting, and under the slash of the dragon-shaped sword, it was as brittle as silk and could be easily torn apart.

On the one hand, it is because of Song Mingjing's profound skills and superb swordsmanship, but it is more due to the sharpness of the dragon-shaped sword.

The dragon-shaped sword is a sword specially created by the Seven Kills Lang Jun to cooperate with the 'Seven Killings True Scripture', which is incomparably sharp, and it is not an exaggeration to sharpen iron like mud.

Zhuge eighteen half of his life to collect the world's sharp weapons, but also summoned many skilled craftsmen to build blade equipment, his secret library has a collection of hundreds of thousands of sharp weapons, but none of them can exceed the edge of the dragon-shaped sword, but it can also be seen that the dragon-shaped sword is extraordinary.

Killed several people with a sword, and died miserably, and the rest of the sergeants were all cold, and the siege was overwhelming, but Song Mingjing reflexively pounced, and his body swept towards Chen Ruoni like a violent wind.

Swing your sword!

A sharp wind whistled, and an invisible blade slashed through the air, cracking a bloody mark on the necks of the four sergeants who were forcing Chen Ruoni, and then their heads flew into the sky.

Song Mingjing held the sword in his hand, protected Chen Ruoni behind him, looked around the audience with indifferent eyes, and said slowly: "It's too late to retreat now, don't force me to kill." ”

These Imperial City Division sergeants just acted on orders, and Song Mingjing didn't want to kill more, the reason why he was ruthless and ruthless, beheading and cutting off his body, was just to deter the enemies and make them retreat.

Smack!

A human head fell and rolled to the feet of the black-armored warrior.

The black-armored warrior trembled all over, both with fear and great anger, it was the first time he had seen such a person who defied the laws of the dynasty so much, and even dared to kill wantonly under the siege of the army.

"Kill! Don't listen to his nonsense, kill me! ”

The black-armored warrior shouted violently, and the steel knife was pointed, and the murderous spirit was fierce.

He can't retreat.

He brought nearly three hundred Imperial City Division soldiers, but now that less than ten people died, how could he retreat?

What's more, if he is intimidated by the recidivism of this court, he will be so frightened that he will flee, and under the court's condemnation, even if he is lucky not to die, this career will be completely finished.

"Good words can't save people who are looking for death, Ruoni, take a closer look, that's how the Yaoguang Sword Sutra is used."

Before the words fell, Song Mingjing flew in one step, and suddenly shot out a distance of five or six zhang, and a cold sword light lingered all over his body, and he directly crashed into the group of sergeants.

The sword qi flew, the brilliance cracked, and in the blink of an eye, with Song Mingjing as the center, only the sound of blades clashing and breaking, the sound of leather armor tearing and the terrible wail were connected, and limbs and blood were flying.

Once you shoot, you will not show mercy.

Although Song Mingjing's cultivation has entered the transcendent realm, this does not mean that he can despise the mundane and not be afraid of siege.

Ants can still bite elephants to death, but even more so people!

Moreover, these Imperial City Division sergeants are well-equipped and well-trained, far superior to ordinary soldiers, even if they are less than three hundred, but once they are placed on the battlefield, they can easily defeat ordinary thousand-man soldiers.

If Song Mingjing really dared to take it lightly, it was purely joking with his own life.

In fact, if it weren't for the dragon-shaped sword he held in his hand, this battle would be extremely difficult, and it would be difficult for an ordinary sword to tear through the leather armor on the sergeant of the Imperial City Division.

"Relying on the advantage of the sword, what kind of hero is it?"

Xi Jinglun saw that the sergeants were constantly being killed by Song Mingjing, and he roared, turning into a gray shadow and attacking him violently, and the two judge's pens in his sleeve robe jumped out, "sneering" at Song Mingjing's vital point.