Whew!

A black-clothed warrior walked around behind Yue Huaixian, waving a long horse whip, twisted like a snake shadow, wrapped around Ye Yexin's calf, and suddenly pulled with force.

Ye Yexin snorted, his body fell, and he was dragged out by the black-clothed warrior.

"Night Heart Girl!"

Yue Huaixian's expression was anxious, and he swung his sword with his left hand and slashed at the horsewhip.

Another black-clad warrior laughed and slapped his horse forward, raised his scimitar, and slashed down.

The sword collided violently, and the backlash made Yue Huaixian's figure stagger, and he fell backwards.

These black-clothed warriors are actually the most elite Heavenly Wolf Guards in the Khitan, and each of them is carefully selected from thousands of troops, loyal and reliable, and not afraid of death.

"Oh! Ye Quanzhong's daughter? ”

Yelu Feiyun looked at Ye Yexin, his eyes lit up, and a let loose smile appeared on his face, and he pointed with a whip: "Don't hurt her, I have been an old rival with Ye Quanzhong for more than ten years, and now that Ye Quanzhong is dead, how can I not take good care of her daughter?" ”

"Yes!"

The black-clothed warrior who wielded the whip comprehended, shouted, drove forward, leaned over and grabbed Ye Yexin.

Ye Yexin's face turned pale, he screamed in surprise, and struggled to roll to the side.

Shout!

At this moment, a sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, and a stone burst out, piercing the palm of the black-clothed warrior with a strange disease, and a puddle of blood splattered out.

With warm blood droplets splashed on Ye Yexin's cheeks, her eyes widened, and she only felt a flower in front of her, and suddenly there was an extra figure.

Choke!

The black-clothed warrior's entire arm froze, and before he could feel the pain, the waist knife he was wearing had already flown out diagonally, and was pushed by an invisible palm force.

Whew!

The waist knife turned rapidly like a big windmill, soaring into the air, and with a crisp "boom", it cut off the head of the black-clothed warrior.

Immediately after that, the waist knife was endless, turning into a thin white mang, spitting out a sharp qi machine, and spinning around the field, but listening to the sound of splitting several times in a row, three heads flew out of the sky, and then turned into a white practice and fell into the palm of a person.

Song Mingjing held the knife in his hand.

The sudden change occurred, Yelu Feiyun and other Khitan warriors were stunned, Xue Yibi, Yue Huaixian, and Ye Yexin were surprised and delighted when they saw this savior descending from the sky.

"Hero, big brother...... Help, this group of Khitans covets my beauty, you must keep my chastity ....... Xue Yibiao shouted.

Song Mingjing glanced at him, and said expressionlessly: "If you say another word, I will immediately turn around and leave." ”

Xue Yibiao laughed dryly twice, and "snapped" his mouth twice.

A group of Khitan warriors were furious when they saw their four companions in different places, and they roared in unison, drew their swords, and urged their horses to surround and kill Song Mingjing.

"Wait!"

Yelu Feiyun waved his hand, drank the commotion of his subordinates, his cold gaze fell on Song Mingjing, and said coldly: "Who are you?" Why did you kill me as a Khitan warrior? ”

Song Mingjing's method of killing with one knife made him quite jealous, so he suppressed the surging killing intent, and wanted to probe the details of the other party first.

This time, Yelu Feiyun infiltrated the Central Plains, originally to capture and kill Yue Huaixian and cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Later, he joined up with the Heavenly Wolf Guard, and unexpectedly learned the news of the appearance of the Seven Killings True Scripture, and temporarily changed his first goal to capture the Seven Killings True Scripture.

The group rushed to Huizhou, but after all, they were still a step late, otherwise if he was allowed to see the situation of Song Mingjing's killing of the Quartet half a day ago, Yelu Feiyun promised not to say a word, turned around and ran.

"There's a lot of nonsense, do you have to have a reason every time you kill someone?"

Song Mingjing casually dropped a sentence and stepped out, his body was like a flying shuttle, and the scimitar in his hand cut out a cold light like a half moon, and suddenly soared into the sky, and the cold aura of the forest covered a group of Khitan warriors.

Yelu Feiyun finally became furious and shouted, "Look for death, kill him!" ”

Twenty or so Khitan warriors roared, full of murderous aura, horses' hooves raised smoke and dust, scimitars raised, bringing out a sharp sound of breaking wind, and they all slashed towards Song Mingjing.

Song Mingjing did not dodge or dodge, a scimitar changed in his hand, as if it had become a part of his arm, straight and straight, and easily swung away several scimitar slashes.

Immediately, his figure turned into an afterimage, flickering and flickering, and where his figure passed, one by one Khitan warriors fell from their horses, or their throats were cut, or their heads were split, and they were already lifeless.

Yelu Feiyun roared, slapped his palm on the horse's back, pulled out his scimitar, and soared steeply into the air.

As his name suggests, he is really like a flying cloud, his figure flashed in mid-air, and suddenly he arrived behind Song Mingjing, and slashed Song Ming's skull with a knife.

With his martial arts, once he splits it, not to mention the mortal body, even if it is steel and iron bones, I am afraid that he will have to cut it in two, without the slightest suspense.

But Yelu Feiyun's knife momentum rose, Song Mingjing turned around abruptly, and with a dip in his palm, he directly grabbed the blade he chopped.

Yelu Feiyun's face was shocked, and he felt as if a copper wall was blocking him, and the blade could no longer move forward.

"Get out of here!"

Song Mingjing twisted his five fingers, and the steel knife that had been tempered immediately made a "click" cracking sound, and suddenly broke into more than a dozen fragments, and rolled back towards Yelu Feiyun.

Yelu Feiyun's figure fell backwards, and just as he dodged the splinter shot, a palm was already imprinted on his chest.

Like an erupting volcano, the scorching energy penetrated his body, and Yelu Feiyun seemed to be in a sea of fire for a moment, scorched by endless flames, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, gurgling and boiling, and bubbles bulged up on the surface of his skin.

Yelu Feiyun let out a beastly roar of pain, and the whole person flew several feet away.

"General Jerry!"

The remaining Khitan warriors exclaimed in surprise.

Song Mingjing no longer glanced at it, Yelu Feiyun's martial arts were not weak, and he was only one or two points inferior to the four famous swords, but he was hit by a red sky, unless he personally took action to dissolve the fire poison, he would only be roasted to death by the fire poison.

The sword light rose again, and a sharp cold light slashed out.

More than two dozen Khitan warriors, including Yelu Feiyun, were wiped out after only a dozen breaths, and all of them died at his hands.

"That's amazing!"

Looking at the blood-drenched corpses all over the ground, Xue Yibiao and the three of them were shocked inexplicably, even if they had seen Song Mingjing shoot, but now as insiders, they felt more and more thrilled.

Yue Huaixian took a deep breath, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Excellency, Yue Huaixian is grateful!" ”

Song Mingjing casually threw down the scimitar and glanced at Yue Huaixian, slightly stunned.

His original long knife was also abandoned by him after he practiced the Seven Killings True Scripture.

Seven Kills Lang Jun is an all-rounder, proficient in any kind of weapon in the world, and the Seven Kills True Scripture he created is also applicable to all blades.

However, in order to tap the maximum potential of the Seven Killings True Scripture, Seven Kills Langjun personally created a Qimen blade that was most suitable for the Seven Killings True Scripture.

For this Qimen blade, it is also one of Song Mingjing's goals.

Ye Ye stared at Song Mingjing in a daze, thinking that if he could have such powerful martial arts, then his father, mother, and family members might not die, let alone be bullied and have no power to fight back, so he knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and kowtowed: "Please teach me martial arts!" ”

Song Mingjing's expression did not move, he glanced at Xue Yibiao and Ye Yexin, and said indifferently: "Get up, you come with me!" ”