The temple was destroyed for decades, and the gate wall collapsed, hiding in the ruins and barren grass.

But Song Mingjing slashed out, the sword light was like a cold moon falling from the sky, and the bleak arc light enveloped the fierce and killing qi, and the volley was twisted, and the surrounding sand and gravel barren grass were swept into the air, turning into clusters of debris and attacking in all directions.

Whew!

Like a shattered arc of electricity, the knife flashed, and suddenly arrived in front of Yuliu.

Yuliu snorted coldly, and shrugged her back.

I only heard the sound of the sword of "Zheng", and the sound of gold and iron shook the audience, but I saw a flash of lightning in mid-air, and the sword light was like a dragon going out to sea, and suddenly flew out from the back of the jade willow.

Yuliu stretched out his hand obliquely and grabbed it, the long sword had fallen into the palm of his fingers, and then a sword swept out lightly, seemingly soft and weak, but the surging sword wind was like a rushing angry wave, pressing towards the incoming sword light.

When the sword was about to be handed over, a strange color appeared in Song Mingjing's eyes, and his figure seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and he retreated backwards with great speed.

With a swirl of the sword, it exploded into a dazzling firework that drowned Mrs. Liu, who had spoken before.

His slash at Yuliu was just a bluff, and the real target was this Mrs. Liu.

Although he has not really fought with Yuliu Xian, Song Mingjing can feel that Yuliu Xian is an opponent at the same level as him, and it is by no means easy to solve, once he is entangled by the other party and besieged by the remaining twelve people, then his situation will become quite passive and difficult.

If you want to break the game, you must first cut off its wings.

Yuliu slanted a sword into the air, and his expression couldn't help but stagnate.

Song Mingjing came like a rain in the wind, and the sharp light of the knife was pressing, stabbing Mrs. Liu's eyes in pain.

But she was not slow to react, she shouted angrily, drumming up her true qi, and the lancet cut through the air, making a sharp whistling of "Xiuxiu", intertwining and surrounding in front of her, laying out a net-like defense.

Song Mingjing's arm shook, and the long knife came down from top to bottom, slashing down with a wave.

Like papier-mâché, Mrs. Liu's dense knife defense met Song Mingjing's slash, and she didn't even hold on to a tenth of her breath, shattering like bubbles.

The energy is overflowing, and the sky is full of scattered blades of grass.

Song Mingjing's figure melted into the sword light, and he pounced on it, staggering with Mrs. Liu.

"Phew!"

A line of blood was formed on Mrs. Liu's fair neck, from shallow to deep, and a large amount of blood was spurted out in an instant.

The resentment in Mrs. Liu's eyes turned to boundless fear, and before she could say a word, she let out a "poof" and her head rolled off her neck.

Song Mingjing slashed Mrs. Liu's head with a knife, her body had not yet been established, the strong wind cracked, and two fists, one left and one right, smashed into his vest.

The fist came violently, as if it had the power of a tiger and a leopard, and even took advantage of the fact that after he killed Mrs. Liu, his breath was not timed, which shows the experience of the attacker.

Just listening to the sound of the fist breaking through the air, Song Mingjing knew that the two of them, even if they were not as good as the Baimei Daoist, they were not a few points behind.

Such a character is placed in Fang Shiyu's world, that is the world's top master, but in this world, he is also a second-rate character.

Song Mingjing roughly figured out his position in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and with his own force, he could rank among the first-class masters.

Of course, even first-class masters have differences between strength and weakness, and characters such as the Four Famous Swords are the best among them.

Bang bang!

In the face of the surprise attack of those two people, Song Mingjing did not dodge, and withstood these two punches with the immortal skill of King Kong, and his body trembled violently, channeling his strength into his feet.

"Poof!"

His feet fell steeply into the mud, but the long knife in his hand was twisted in the air, like a flying big scissors, and the "click" sound, followed by two heart-rending howls.

The two attackers were directly cut off by the waist, separated from the top and bottom, and collapsed on the ground in blood, crawling with their hands, and they never died for a while, and their tragic situation was unbearable to witness.

In the blink of an eye, three people died on the spot, which was dizzying, and the rest of the people also changed their faces.

Song Mingjing didn't stop for a moment, the qi in his body was still a little disordered, and the person had already risen from the ground, and suddenly rushed to the other people on the right.

The sword light turned into a shocking force, forcing out a cold qi, and the cover fell in an instant.

At this moment, a little cold star flashed like lightning, piercing into the spatula light, and with a "dang" sound of gold and iron, Song Mingjing's figure was immediately stopped.

It was Yuliu who slashed out his sword diagonally and resisted Song Mingjing's slash.

Yuliu leaned like a flying flocculent, fluttered and flew a few feet, fell to the roof of the Taoist temple, holding the sword in his hand, pointing at Song Mingjing, his breath was not triggered, and he drank in his mouth: "Are you stupid?" Still not yet? ”

The remaining nine people were drunk by this, and they came back to their senses from shock, except for the Tianmu Divine Suo, they all roared angrily, and they all took out their blades and killed Song Mingjing.

Yuliu stared at the battlefield obliquely, the meaning in his eyes unclear.

Even if Song Mingjing killed the three of them in one breath, although he put away his contempt, he still believed that with his own martial arts and swordsmanship, it would not be difficult to defeat or kill the former.

But his goal was not to kill.

What he wants is the Seven Killings True Scripture and the secret of the Red Heaven Absolute Hand, and it is best to catch it alive, which is not easy.

Therefore, he ordered the rest of the people to besiege, first dissipating Song Mingjing's strength, and he stood aside, pressing the past with his sword, so that the other party had to be distracted when facing the siege.

When Song Mingjing's momentum faded, it was time for Yuliu to make a diagonal move to lay the victory.

The fists and palms were staggered, and the layers of sword light and sword shadows rushed towards Song Mingjing.

Although the eight people who surrounded and killed were not first-class masters, they were not many characters.

In fact, after Song Mingjing sent the first few groups of people one after another, he basically dared to pursue him now.

In this way, the eight good players are united, and ordinary first-class masters have to avoid the edge for the time being.

Fortunately, Song Mingjing took advantage of the other party's conscious victory, was negligent, and quickly cut the mess and beheaded three people in a row. Otherwise, not counting the Jade Willow Slope, Tianmu Shensuo, just dealing with the eleven people joining forces would be enough for him to spend a lot of time.

Whew!

As soon as he avoided the attack of a punch and a kick, Song Mingjing swung two more swords with a long knife, and the wind on the left side was loud, and a short and stout man with a body of up to five feet swelled like a round ball, rounded his arms, and slashed at him with an axe.

Song Mingjing's body flickered, and he quickly avoided the axe, this axe slashed in front of his eyes, and he could clearly see the air ripple open, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Thinking about it, a backhand blow was imprinted on the short man's belly, trying to shock him to death.

"Huh?!"

Unexpectedly, when this palm fell, Song Mingjing felt that the other party's belly was like a sponge, absorbing the energy he had urged, and at the same time, there was a strong traction that tore his palm and submerged into the belly.

"Haha! It's still Boss Qiu, this kid's hand is trapped by Boss Qiu's 'general's belly', kill! ”

The other seven were overjoyed, and each used a spicy hand to attack fiercely, and even slashed down with a sword and slashed at Song Mingjing's arm.

The boss Qiu laughed and shouted wildly: "Qiu is called 'general's belly', the prime minister's belly can support the boat, and Lao Tzu's general's belly is not much worse." ”

His thick arm flicked, and with a twist of the axe, it smashed into Song Mingjing's legs.

But before he finished speaking, a burning pain came from his belly, which instantly poured into his internal organs, and then conveyed every inch of his body.

He felt as if he was in a sea of fire, suffering unimaginable pain and torture, as if he wanted to be roasted alive into charcoal.

Boss Qiu was full of energy, and the suction force dissipated without a trace.

Song Mingjing grabbed it and blocked Boss Qiu in front of him, and in an instant, the attack of the remaining seven people fell on Boss Qiu.

The strength of the fist and the sword qi and sword light suddenly submerged Boss Qiu, and there was a sound of bones and flesh shattering in an instant.

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