On the mountain, a group of Tsing Yi men armed with long knives rushed down and killed towards the frame.

A total of eighty Tsing Yi swordsmen surrounded the frame.

"Mountain bandits?!"

Wu Jing's eyes shrank, he didn't mean to stop, and wanted to drive through the encirclement.

"Ling Dao Battle Array!"

One person ordered, and thirty-six people in Tsing Yi with long swords formed a battle formation and killed towards the frame.

The long knife slashed, and the horse's hooves were cut off.

Wu Jing wanted to stabilize the carriage.

Another knife slashed at the horse, splitting the horse in half, only to hear a painful roar, which came to an abrupt halt, and the carriage overturned on its side.

Inside the frame, Lin Xun held Chen Ziling in one hand and quickly jumped down.

After standing firmly, she pulled out the Qinglong sword, her eyes swept over the Tsing Yi swordsman, and her god was like autumn and frost, which can be described as heroic.

"Where did the thief come from, so rampant!" Lin Xun said coldly.

Wu Jing abandoned the car, holding a long knife with Yanling, and protected Chen Ziling's side.

"Su Wen, the eldest lady of the Lin family is a heroine among women, she can be called a good martial artist, and when I saw it today, her momentum is really good!"

The Tsing Yi swordsman was the leader, took a few steps forward, raised the long knife in his hand, and looked at Lin Xun and sneered.

He is Qingyue, the master of the Qingdao Sect.

Qingdaomen, is a killer organization in the black market of Yanping County, what they do is the business of killing people, someone hired them with a lot of money, they came to ambush Chen Ziling, and informed them of the route, of course they will not refuse.

"What are you, you want to fight with your wife, and you must pass the old man's level first!"

Wu Jing took a step and slashed the Yanling knife in his hand, and the blade was cold.

Qingyue's gaze was deflected towards Chen Ziling.

"This should be the famous first disciple of the Dust Martial Sect, Chen Ziling. ”

Chen Ziling glanced at him and spoke.

"Your head is in the ghost market, it is worth 10,000 gold, and today, your head will definitely be kept. But before you die, as long as you are willing to hand over your treasures, the two people around you can save their lives. Qingyue Road.

At the beginning, Chen Ziling was the chief disciple of the Dust Martial Sect.

The status is respected, and the treasures in his hands will never be less.

A few of them are worth less than 10,000 gold, and they are a lot of income when they are auctioned.

"I'm out of the Dust Martial Sect. Only a pair of shackles, a prison robe, and a tattoo on the forehead, there is no it. I wanted a treasure, but I found the wrong person. ”

He was abolished from his cultivation, and he was robbed of his life's creation, and his master respected Jiang Yehan.

How is it possible, leave him any treasures?

Qing Yue obviously didn't believe it, and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Yehan of the Dust Martial Sect, how much I love you. I don't want to hand it over, but I don't mind if your mother becomes our brother's plaything. ”

At that moment, a thrilling killing intent flashed in Chen Ziling's eyes, like an evil god.

Pedaling.

Qingyue took a few steps back without warning, a look of horror flashed on his face, and his heart trembled.

After pressing his mind hard, Qingyue stabilized his footing.

That look was so penetrating.

"Let me tell you, although my cultivation has been exhausted, my physical body still retains part of the power of the Purple Mansion, as long as I destroy my body, it is enough to kill all of you!"

Chen Ziling opened his mouth indifferently, his voice was cold and terrifying, like the Nine Yin Ghosts.

These words are terrifying.

But for now, that's all he can say.

In the Dust Martial Sect, Chen Ziling was joined by the nine elders, abolished the meridians, and was dug up by Jiang Yehan to the dantian, took away the Purple Mansion, and even the soul sea was shattered.

The current Chen Ziling, whether in body or soul, is weaker than a child.

But these things, outsiders don't know.

After all, Chen Ziling was once the master of the Purple Mansion, the first on the list of heroes of the storm, and Yu Wei is still there.

His words, Qingyue will be suspicious, and he will not dare to give up his life to gamble.

"You can take me away, take my head, and take me to the black market to collect the bounty. But you can only take me alone. Chen Ziling spoke again.

It is impossible to let these Tsing Yi swordsmen leave so gloomy.

These people are outlaws.

For the sake of money and profit, do anything.

10,000 gold is enough for them to fight for their lives.

At present, this is the only way to keep the safety of his mother and Wu Lao.

"Okay, as long as you stay, I can let them go!"

Qingyue thought for a while and agreed to this compromise solution, after all, Lin Xun was the eldest lady of the Lin Mansion, and if she was killed together, it would be openly hostile to the Lin Mansion.

The purpose of this trip is mainly to take down Chen Ziling, and the others can be put aside.

Whoosh –

Suddenly, a flying knife was cut out of Lin Xun's hand.

Qing Yue's eyes shrank, urging his body to quickly retreat, avoiding the vital point, but his left arm was still cut off by the flying knife.

Crimson blood, like a blood snake, flowed all over the ground.

"Ahh

Qingyue roared in pain, cold sweat flowed, and he retreated again and again.

"If you want my son's life, then you will be buried together!"

Lin Xun's eyes were like swords, and he couldn't see the slightest fear in the face of the eighty Tsing Yi killer.

"Kill them!" Qingyue roared.

Wu Jing took out the Yanling long knife and killed it first.

"Kill!"

"Mother. Chen Ziling's voice was a little hoarse.

Boom————

The clouds are thick, and the waterfall rain is coming again.

Lin Xun's strength is not weak, and ordinary people can't help her at all.

But under siege, it can't be bargained.

Twenty-four swordsmen in Tsing Yi formed a battle formation before they could barely trap Lin Xun.

Wu Jing's side is also more than one enemy.

Chen Ziling's eyes narrowed, the skills of these Tsing Yi swordsmen are quite good.

Ordinary forces will never be able to come up with such a well-trained elite.

Could it be someone sent by Jiang Yehan?

No.

On Qiling Mountain, Jiang Chenhan made a blood oath that he would never kill him within three years.

Now that Chen Ziling is a wasted person, he only has a few months to live at most, and Jiang Yehan doesn't need to break his oath for a dying person.

"Die!"

A quick knife, suddenly, appeared behind Chen Ziling.

Chen Ziling reacted immediately, turned around in an instant, and retreated again and again.

"Young Master!"

Wu Jing wanted to get out, but was restrained by the combination of twelve people.

The one who shot at Chen Ziling was a Tsing Yi swordsman with a heavy martial arts realm.

The other Tsing Yi swordsmen were afraid that Chen Ziling's body would explode, so they sent one of the weakest to come out and send him to death.

There are twelve martial realms, ranging from one to three, and they are called martial disciples.

Between the threefold and sixfold levels, they are called martial artists, and at this point, they can already preach and receive karma.

From the sevenfold to the ninefold martial realm, he is respected as the martial sect, and he can be called a master of martial arts, and he has the ability to start a sect.

From the ten-fold martial realm to the twelve-fold martial realm, he is known as the king of martial arts, and he can be crowned king in the martial arts.

Chen Ziling's speed is not fast, and with the restraint of shackles, there is no way to avoid it in front of the long knife of this Tsing Yi swordsman.

In the past, a martial artist in the first martial realm was nothing more than a mediocre ant to him, and he could be destroyed with his hands.

I don't want to be today, but I am in danger under his knife, and I am being forced step by step.

Poof-

Dodging thirteen knives, Chen Ziling was still stabbed in the chest by a long knife.

The prison clothes were dyed a little red.