Xi Jinglun is known as a sentence of life and death, the calligraphy is used in martial arts, the offensive is varied, mysterious and unpredictable, at this time, the two judge pens in the palm of the hand one left and one right flipped and danced, fierce as a poisonous snake suddenly burst out, showing sharp fangs, and biting the enemy fiercely.

"Sneer" is like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

The judge's pen is empty, full of energy, covering the key points on Song Mingjing's body, and in the blink of an eye, there is a murderous "kill" word that falls.

"By the sword?"

Song Mingjing snorted slightly, this simple agitation method, he didn't even have the interest to reply, and with a turn of his right hand, the dragon-shaped sword changed, and the sword momentum turned into a pick, and suddenly picked up a Imperial City priest into the air, facing Xi Jinglun's judge penmanship.

The calligraphy of "killing" bloomed on the soldier's body, and the judge's pen was like a sword, and the sharp qi easily pierced the leather armor and hit the flesh, and then he saw the blood flowers blooming one after another on the soldier's body.

Whew!

The soldier's body still did not fall from mid-air, Song Mingjing moved his sword like flying, his figure flashed, and the dragon-shaped sword turned into a flying shuttle in the sky, and a line of light disappeared from his vest.

The next moment, the blade of the sword suddenly pierced into a piece of tissue paper, and with a crisp sound of "snort", it directly split the soldier into two neat halves.

The sword momentum was endless, and the momentum was like a waterfall, and it swept towards Xi Jinglun.

Xi Jinglun's complexion changed suddenly, he felt the threat of death, and with a burst of applause, the two judges' pens retreated, concentrating all their body strength to hit out, and intercepting the attack of the dragon-shaped sword.

While!

The dragon-shaped sword and the judge's pen collided violently, and the strength of Xi Jinglun's body shook violently, his heart and intestines surged, and as soon as his throat was sweet, a wisp of blood escaped.

His figure fell to the ground, and before he could stand firmly, Song Mingjing's sword momentum was raised, pointing to the sky, and then he fell from top to bottom, and its momentum was like a cliff and a waterfall falling down, and his strength was thousands.

Xi Jinglun immediately fell into a dangerous situation of no place to retreat.

"Old poor sour!" Meng Yunshan raised his arms and flew, ignoring the penetrating injuries of his palms, and used his strength to kill Song Mingjing.

Xi Jinglun raised his arms high, and the two judges' pens slammed into the sky, barely resisting the slash of the dragon-shaped sword.

With a "poof", the majestic power surged in, Xi Jinglun's knees weakened, his knees fell down with a "snap", and the hard bluestone ground was immediately crushed.

Xi Jinglun snorted, but it was the kneecap and the bluestone that collided, making an unbearable cracking sound.

At the same time, his arms were also weak, as if they had shattered all the bones, and the numbness and soreness came together.

Fortunately, at this time, Meng Yunshan had also pounced, his legs swept, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a spinning top, sweeping towards Song Mingjing's waist like a whirlwind.

Song Mingjing chuckled, his waist was like a weak willow in the wind, and he twisted slightly, and easily avoided Meng Yunshan's leg sweep, but then his leg was like a gun, and the lightning was right in Meng Yunshan's chest.

But listening to the crisp bone cracking sound of "click", Meng Yunshan's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, rolling and flying several feet away, and when he fell to the ground, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he was silent.

Almost at the same time as he came out of his legs, Song Mingjing's left hand reached out again, and his five fingers were wrapped in ferocious force, and with a "hula" sound, he snatched away a judge pen in Xi Jinglun's palm, and then turned around, waved the judge pen with his left hand, and suddenly pulled it out with the swift force brought up by the rotation.

"Song Jushi's subordinates are merciful!" Yan repentance spoke loudly, but it was too late.

"Ahh Xi Jinglun's eyes were about to split, and he opened his mouth to exhale, but he was weak, and he could only watch as the judge's pen expanded in his pupils, and then his eyes went black, penetrating his throat.

"It's a pity that you shouldn't be in front of me again."

Song Mingjing exhaled slightly, suppressing the slightly scattered qi in his body.

In this battle, Song Mingjing slashed dozens of Imperial City soldiers, and then killed or severely injured Xi Jinglun and Meng Yunshan, two first-class masters in the martial arts, and he was not really easy and did not consume a drop of strength.

It's just that now is not the time to rest, and the qi in Song Mingjing's body rose again, with a clear roar.

In the midst of the whistling sound, the dragon-shaped sword really seemed to turn into a sword light like a swimming dragon, and it flew up suddenly, and Song Mingjing's body and sword light blended, and flew towards the black-armored general like a swirl.

The black-armored general has long lost his previous arrogance, Meng Yunshan and Xi Jinglun, the two big men in the six doors, the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes have not gone through three moves and two styles in the hands of the other party, how can he have the courage to fight in person, his face was shocked, and he roared: "Stop him!" ”

However, the swirling light was like a rushing flood, invading everywhere, and one by one the imperial city soldiers were unstable on their feet, and a group of people turned on their backs and fell to the ground.

Song Mingjing swung the dragon-shaped sword again, and with its sharpness like clay, he picked out the bluestone on the ground, smashed it in the air, and struck it out in all directions, just a few breaths to kill through a passage, straight in front of the black armor.

Pedal Pedal ......

The black-armored general staggered backwards, looking frightened, and hissed, "Presumptuous! You traitor, you can know that this official is the general of the Imperial City Division who was sealed by the Holy Imperial Pen, you dare to ...... Don't you dare....... ”

Laugh at!

A wisp of sharp energy leaked out from the dragon-shaped sword, like a line like a blade, and quickly struck the throat of the black-armored general.

"You've got too much nonsense!" Song Mingjing slowly retracted the dragon-shaped sword into its sheath and looked at the black-armored general, and at the same time, a thin line split in the latter's throat, and his head flew into the sky.

Song Mingjing reached out with his big hand, and a sucking force surged, directly taking the head back into his palm.

He clasped the top of his skull with his five fingers, turned around slowly, and calmly looked at the Imperial City Division and the people of Xiangguo Temple, etc., and there was no trace of evil in his body, but almost all of them were thrilled spirits and shivered, as if they were targeted by some kind of wild beast, and their hearts were panicked to the extreme, and their steps couldn't help but retreat.

Song Mingjing casually threw his head to an imperial city priest, who hurriedly took it, but his hands and feet were weak due to fright, and he fell to the ground along with himself.

"With this head, where are you going back and forth, or do you still want to taste the sword of someone in Song?"

No one answered, the scene was dead silent, the needle drop could be heard, and even the monks of Xixia were hanging their heads at the moment, lest the other party look at them unpleasantly, so they waved a few swords.

In fact, there are nearly 300 Imperial City Divisions, and there are less than 100 real casualties at the moment, and even fewer are dead, and they definitely have the strength to fight, but the leaders have been beheaded, and they are also horrified by Song Mingjing's killing methods, and they don't even dare to speak out for a while, let alone make a move.

Song Mingjing beckoned to Chen Ruoni, Chen Ruoni hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, and then the two turned around and left.

Hundreds of people at the scene looked frightened, frustrated, gasped, or relieved, and watched them leave with different expressions.

And in a remote corner of the martial arts arena, there were also a few thin figures crawling, which were the five rats and others.

"My God, where did this master come from, this murderous nature is too great, I just looked at it a few times, and I felt that I was about to pee my pants with fright!"

"Yes! It's terrible, fifth brother, let's leave quickly! ”

Several teenagers trembled and whispered to the brocade mouse.

The brocade mouse was unheard, his eyes stared at the direction of Song Mingjing's distance without blinking, and his eyes were full of longing with unprecedented brilliance.

Immediately, ignoring the words of the other four teenagers, he turned around and drilled out of the hole in the corner of the wall, and hurriedly ran away.