Seeing that the other party was unrelenting in killing him, Yang Ling suddenly had a plan in his heart.

I saw that his figure was like a swimming dragon, quickly wandering through the crowd, and everywhere he went, the eight generations of disciples of the Songyang Sect didn't even see a figure, and the long sword in his hand was confiscated.

However, in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen long swords in Yang Ling's arms, and his heart was beautiful, but he still shouted not to fight.

Seeing this, Dong Zijing on the side couldn't help but exclaim: I can't imagine that a young person named Huazi would have such a body method, which is the largest in the world, and there are no surprises.

However, surprise is surprise, but he did not allow the other party to spoil his good deeds, and immediately made a move, and slapped a palm towards Yang Ling's heart, the power contained in this palm was terrifying, even a rock would leave a deep palm print.

Suddenly, feeling the strong wind whistling behind him, Yang Ling immediately stepped on it, leaped backwards, rolled in the air, and fell behind Dong Zijing.

"They all said don't do it, you still sneak attack, it's really shameless!"

Sensing that the other party's palm power was not weak, Yang Ling suddenly scolded with some displeasure.

Even if Dong Zijing was scheming, he was caught by others, and he was pointed at his nose and scolded in front of all the disciples, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he was a little embarrassed.

However, the discoloration on his face only lasted for a moment before recovering, and then he pretended to be calm and said: "The old man tried your skills, I didn't expect you to be so capable at your age, and your qualifications are not bad." ”

Raising the other party and pointing out that this little flower is not idle, and the fact that he missed the sneak attack naturally became a matter of course, Dong Zijing couldn't help but praise his wit in his heart.

Yang Linghu glanced at him suspiciously, hearing him say this, he was not overly careful.

Seeing that everyone stopped, he hurriedly said: "You are a group of people, why are you bullying a few weak women, this is too ungraceful!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Songyang Sect couldn't help but lower their heads, but there were a few thick-skinned women who stared at those women of the Qinglian Sect, and they didn't know what they were looking at anyway.

"Ahem, who are you, you don't know anything, so you dare to judge yourself for doing things in my Songyang faction, and you have the courage to report your name!"

Dong Zijing coughed dryly a few times, and said strongly.

And the remaining five female disciples of the Blue Lotus Sect couldn't help but be a little moved when they saw this little flower helping them cry out for grievances.

In fact, before, they found the sudden appearance of the little flower, just thought it was an ordinary person who strayed into the martial arts battle, and was just about to save him, but he was besieged by the disciples of the Songyang faction, and he couldn't get out for a while, until one of the sisters was about to fall, but was rescued by the sudden magic hand of the little flower.

At this time, they knew that they had met a master.

Then I heard the other party's voice shouting immaturely, only to know that the other party was a girl, and I couldn't help but worry again.

At this time, my heart was already up and down, up and down, and I didn't know what to say.

Yang Ling didn't know what the women of the Qinglian Sect were thinking, and said bluntly: "My name is Yang Ling!" ”

Yang Ling?

Dong Zijing was slightly stunned, thinking that this kid's tricks didn't have a discipline, and he couldn't see what sect it was, and there didn't seem to be any family surnamed Yang in the martial arts who matched his tricks.

But thinking that his Songyang faction was also a well-known righteous family in the martial arts, why was he afraid of a little Hua, so he didn't bother to ask immediately.

"Good boy, you dare to meddle with the affairs of my Songyang faction, and today I want you to bury those demon girls together!"

With that, he drew his sword from his sheath and stabbed it at him.

Scold!

A loud sword roar sounded, showing that the opponent's swordsmanship was good.

Yang Ling was faintly excited, threw the long sword in his arms aside, took out one at random, and greeted it.

Seeing the other party's flat stab, he waved his hand and raised his arm, and then blocked the opponent's long sword, and Yu Changjian advanced to the other party's door, holding a sword flower, and suddenly frightened Dong Zijing into chaos, thinking that he was going to assassinate himself, and was forced to retreat again and again.

Yang Ling was amused in his heart, it turned out to be just a show, and he couldn't resist it at once.

If you are really serious, although you only have one sword, you can only have ten opponents, and I am afraid that you will not be able to stop them.

When I think of Master's words, I still have them in my ears.

……

"Master, why do I only practice this move?"

Xiao Yang Ling raised his arm, waved down, kept repeating the action, and then asked Lin Wuya, who was hiding under the peach tree in the distance.

Lin Wuya waved a pu fan, and said in a light tone: "To kill, you only need one sword, you only need to practice this sword!" ”

Xiao Yang Ling's slightly baby fat face wrinkled together, and he said a little unhappily: "But I don't want to kill people!" ”

He already understood the meaning of death, because Master always used this kind of thing to scare him, saying that when people die, they will become ghosts, and he is afraid of ghosts, so he doesn't want many, many people to die.

Hearing this, Lin Wuya couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, then when you fight with people, you don't need this trick!" ”

……

Yang Ling has always remembered this sentence, so he just uses a superficial method, when others call, he will block it, no matter which direction he calls, he only needs to block back one by one, or any moves, just like a child playing at home, you come and go, in short, don't let the other party hit yourself, and you don't hurt the other party.

So seeing Dong Zijing frightened by a sword flower he was holding casually, he felt interesting, and he wouldn't really hurt him.

And Dong Zijing naturally didn't know what the other party thought, otherwise he would be so angry that he would scold: If you advance another inch, the old man's nose will be cut off!

However, Dong Zijing was a veteran master in the end, and he was confused for a while, and quickly adjusted, and opened the opponent's blade with a sword, and the long sword in his hand matched his body, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Yang Ling's side, the long sword was raised above his head, his wrist was flipped, and the tip of the sword stabbed downward.

It's really the Songyang faction, a move in Yangchun's swordsmanship, called Songyang's oblique move.

It means that the evening sun shines on the green pine, the sunlight is straight and oblique, when the angle is the lowest, the most tricky, a sword stabs, either through the enemy's head, or the opponent is stabbed in the chest and back when he withdraws back and forth.

Yang Ling's figure is not straight, he is half a head shorter than Dong Zijinglai, which is more convenient for him to use this sword move.

Feeling a strong wind above his head, Yang Ling subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when he looked down, he saw that the shadows of the two people under his feet were one high and one low, and the other party's sword shadow was less than half a foot above his head, and it was too late to dodge, so he immediately learned the other party's appearance, but Dong Zijing was from top to bottom, and he was from bottom to top.

With the flip of his wrist, he had already stabbed the long sword in his hand straight upward.

Poof!

Hearing the sound of a sword blade entering the flesh, under the horrified gaze of everyone, Yang Lingju then made a preemptive move, and a sword pierced Dong Zijing's wrist, and blood immediately flowed.

And the tip of Dong Zijing's sword was only an inch away from the top of Yang Ling's head at the moment.

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

Dong Zijing was directly dumbfounded, and even forgot to cry out in pain.

Seeing this, Yang Ling didn't dare to draw out his long sword, so he lowered his head and stepped aside, shouting in his heart that it was dangerous.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been sharpening a sword for ten years and doing the same action repeatedly, his hand-to-sword control would not be so steady, although the opponent made the first move than himself, but his hand was more stable, faster and more accurate, so even if he was the last to strike, he could subdue the opponent first.

And Dong Zijing joined the Songyang faction since he was a child, and from the first day he joined the faction, he practiced basic sword moves, swinging, stabbing, splitting, and picking...... All of them are complete, after being skillfully controlled, he began to practice the Yangchun swordsmanship of the Songyang faction, and now he has been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, whether it is swordsmanship or swordsmanship, he has practiced perfectly, but he only knows how to perform swordsmanship, one move and one style, just like a fixed template, not through changes, and when he encounters an ordinary master, he can naturally rely on swordsmanship to win a few points.

But once he meets the same kendo master, this stencil carving-like move will become his biggest obstacle.

Dong Zijing, who was still incredulous, took a few steps back, accidentally stumbled under his feet, and fell to the ground.

"Uncle Dong!"

Seeing this, the group of disciples of the Songyang Sect hurriedly helped him up.

"Ah!!h

In the call of the disciples, Dong Zijing finally replied, and then he realized that there was a sword inserted in his wrist, and when he was about to seal the acupoint, he saw a disciple pull out the sword on his wrist violently.

"Bastard, you ...... Are you going to kill me? ”

The wound on Dong Zijing's wrist immediately spurted blood like a pillar, and his face turned pale in an instant, but fortunately, his eyes were quick and he sealed several big points on his arm, which stopped the blood of the wound.

Then he scolded the disciple.

And the disciple was very aggrieved and said: "The disciple couldn't bear to see his uncle wailing miserably, so he recklessly drew his sword and asked his uncle to forgive him!" ”

I really want to thank you, don't I?

Mother, do you have common sense, can you draw a sword at this time?

Dong Zijing's originally pale face was now dark again, and he suddenly felt that he could really complete the task given to him by his senior brother with these disciples?

Don't be killed by these idiot disciples if the task is not completed!

Fighting, fighting can't be beaten, common sense, common sense doesn't have it, I really don't know what kind of stuff his Songyang faction has cultivated.

Standing up from the ground with a sense of weakness, several disciples with vision hurriedly supported him.

However, Dong Zijing waved his hand and pushed several people away.

Then he looked at Yang Ling with a serious face and said, "You, Yang Ling is right!" The old man remembers you, after I recover from my injuries, I will find you to compete again, let's go! ”

With that, he turned around and left, and one of the disciples was stunned, then chased after him and whispered, "Uncle Shi, we let them go like this." ”

Dong Zijing silently glanced back at him.

All right!

It's you who draw my sword and fight the street, do you have a grudge against me?

Can't you see what state Lao Tzu is?

I don't know if I will let them go, but I will definitely not let you go.

Glaring at the disciple viciously, Dong Zijing walked towards the distance in a leisurely manner.

The disciple's back was cold for no reason, and he looked at his uncle who ignored him, so he had to hurriedly chase after him.

The mighty Songyang Sect disciples left......