The voice was still wafting in the courtyard, and a figure flew in.

The next moment, a sword light had already appeared in Jing Ling's eyes.

This sword is very simple and direct, like rain in the sky, naturally, but irresistible.

The blade of the sword shook constantly, moving the air with a series of crackles.

Jing Ling didn't have time to dodge, and there was nothing else in her hand that could defend against the enemy, so in a hurry, she shot at the sword light.

Boom.

The gun was fired, but no one was hit to the ground as was the case earlier.

The bullet missed, the sword light was still cold, and the image in Jing Ling's eyes became clearer and clearer.

Jing Ling's face changed drastically, and she knew that it was not good, and the hairs on her whole body stood up in an instant.

Fortunately, years of training have made her body develop a subconscious defensive ability, which is much faster than using her brain to command her body.

He first waved his right hand, and threw the pistol out as a hidden weapon by feeling, and then, regardless of whether the gun hit someone or not, he raised his left hand, and took out a dagger from somewhere, and held it across his chest.

"When—"

This time it worked, and the sound of metal clashing sounded.

But the effect didn't seem to be great, because just after, in the eyes of everyone, Jing Ling retreated again and again, and blood was spurting from her mouth at the same time.

Seeing this scene, the man and beast lying on the ground with only half a life were extremely surprised.

You don't need to ask to know that she suffered a big loss from the blow just now.

But the opponent was clearly a man who had been killed, and before she could catch her breath, a sword had already landed on her white neck without warning.

Although there was still a distance of an inch and a few minutes, Jing Ling still felt the cold and piercing bones on the blade.

It's just that she can't tell whether that feeling is real or if she imagines it.

Needless to say, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that there is an extra woman in white yarn at the scene.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"Vulnerable!"

Shan Yu slapped Jing Ling's face mercilessly: "Xingcheng is really a cowhide person."

She returned what Jing Ling had just said and returned it intact.

Duan Tian's eyes narrowed: "Mountain rain?"

The veil is a long sword, and his eyes are like electricity, which has the demeanor of a master of the rivers and lakes.

She is more proud and colder than Jing Ling, she is a mountain rain, but not the warm and unrestrained rainstorm of summer, but the cold of winter, freezing through the heart.

Although Duan Tian had never seen Shan Yu himself, judging from the information he had just scanned in a short period of time, it was basically the same.

In fact, it is not so much the credit of the information, but the credit of the mountain thunder, because Duan Tian has seen the mountain thunder do it, and the mountain rain and the mountain thunder master are out of the same family, Duan Tian can naturally judge her origin from the other party's sword blade.

Mountain rain and mountain thunder are the same, the pursuit of fast, ruthless, accurate, so whether you use a knife or a sword, you can find similar characteristics.

Duan Tian squinted his eyes again, and nodded slightly at Shan Yu, thinking that the 'Spirit Sword' was worthy of being one of the top ten people on the killer list, and none of the apprentices he taught were simple.

But just after nodding, he couldn't stop shaking his head, definitely judging that he had just raised the spirit sword a little, because when he was teaching his disciples, he obviously taught a very important thing, that is, he didn't tell them to choose a suitable opponent.

For example, they shouldn't come against themselves.

"Kill—"

At this time, there was another coquettish shout, and the two figures attacked the mountain rain as quickly as a tanuki.

It was the two cronies who saw Jing Ling being injured by the mountain rain and made a decisive move just now.

The muzzle of their guns turned and pointed at Shanyu, wanting to surround Wei to save Zhao, so that she had to free up her hands to deal with the two guns, so as to create a chance for Jing Ling to get out of trouble.

I have to say that they are really well-trained, quick to react, and tacit cooperation.

It's just that they were unlucky this time, and the opponent they met was Shanyu.

Before they could pull the trigger, they saw that Shan Yu's left hand was raised, but his body did not move at all, and without even deflecting his eyes, two short swords shot out.

Ruthless and urgent, they aimed at two women with guns.

The two women were shocked when they saw this, and subconsciously dodged, but they were half a beat slower, their shoulders hurt, and the sword fell and flew out.

The two guns that were originally pointing at the mountain rain also fell to the ground.

The well-trained ones showed the reflexes that only professionals have, and they were in mid-air, their bodies turned over, and their left hands, which were still intact, flew out with a short knife, and they went straight to the mountain rain in two ways.

One aimed at her head, the other at her heart, both desperate moves.

As long as you hit, you can fight back.

It's just that Shan Yu didn't look at it, with a wave of his left hand, the two flying knives were swept to the ground, and then the two kicks were kicked out one after another, and the two knives immediately flew towards the two women who threw the knives just now at a faster speed than when they came.

And now, the two women no longer have the ability to react, and can only use their delicate bodies to bear their flying knives.

Although Shan Yu tried his best to keep his right hand still, he still gave Jing Ling a chance to take advantage of the kicks.

"Bastard!"

Seeing that two companions were injured by the mountain rain, Jing Ling, who barely managed to get out, killed Dasheng: "I'm going to kill you."

In a fit of rage, she didn't care about the pain, and flashed a spur and rushed forward.

"Childish."

The corners of Shan Yu's mouth were cold, and he didn't feel lost because he had lost a prey.

It's a cat-and-mouse banter.

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Chapter 438: Childish Free Reading.