Chapter 40: The Siege of the Temple

In the face of Zi Ningyan's abuse, Li Yin and the others were as if they had not heard of it, and when they reached their realm, they would not be angry easily, of course, except for the truth, it was his nature and it was difficult to suppress.

Zi Ningyan saw that this group of people had practiced their cheeky kung fu to the realm of invulnerability, and they were also very annoyed, and wanted to help their father-in-law, which was terrible and became a burden, but just like that, she felt unwilling in her heart, and the whole person stomped her feet in a hurry.

And Yang Ling, who was surrounded by several people, was also showing a trace of fatigue at this moment, even if his internal strength was profound, he couldn't last long in the face of the continuous consumption of several masters at this moment.

Knowing that it was impossible to hide clumsily again, it was impossible to take down Vilu Shaye's master and apprentice on the premise of not hurting people, so he immediately blocked the long sword stabbed by Wu Daozi with a sword, stepped forward sideways, and struck him with a palm to his chest.

Wu Daozi's heart sank, and he hurriedly collided with him with a palm, and the palm force touched, and suddenly felt a thousand momentum hit his arm, and the whole person flew out upside down, spurting out a bloody arrow, and relied on the long sword to draw a deep ravine of several zhang on the ground, and barely stabilized his body.

I saw that his face became extremely hot, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his momentum instantly withered.

"Master!"

Senior Brother and Sister Wen Qing hurriedly greeted him, and just as they were about to help him, they were swept away by a wave of heat emitted by the other party.

Wu Daozi's face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't help but gasp heavily, if he hadn't forced the other party's pure yang true qi out of his body in time, he was afraid that his internal organs would be burned too much, and he would be crippled if he didn't die!

Seeing that Wu Daozi was suddenly in trouble, Liao Yin and the others were shocked, and they shot at Yang Ling together.

I saw several fingers shot out, Yang Ling's sword intent all gathered on the long sword, blocking the opponent's sword fingers one after another, an arrow rushed up, killing into the air, the long sword slashed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting his monk's robe several openings, the move was incomparable, because a few people were just about to step forward to help, they were forced to withdraw by Yang Ling's several thick sword qi.

After four or five moves, he couldn't hold on any longer, and just about to stretch out his arms to shoot Tiangang righteousness, he was swung by Yang Ling's sword, and he was so frightened that he retracted, taking advantage of this vacancy, he kicked the empty chest, kicked him several times, and kicked him more than ten meters away, spurting blood from his mouth.

Seeing that Yang Ling had hit the real fire and no longer kept his hand, Vilu Shaya's heart was beating with fright.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them were solved, and because of the sad faces of the others, it was Zi Ningyan on the side who applauded in surprise, and Bai Long and Jun Li also roared very spiritually, as if they were cheering for their masters.

Yang Ling stood with his sword in his hand and looked at several people coldly: "I didn't want to hurt people, you forced me!" ”

After saying that, he rushed towards Zhi, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, drew a spark, and then slashed upward, the sword qi swept the dust towards Zhi Kill, and everywhere he went, the green bricks cracked, and the qi ran through Changhong.

Zhi was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and kept waving his arm to shoot out Tiangang's righteous qi to resist, but it was still to no avail, and when the sword qi swept to the front door, in a panic, he could only use his Zhengyang hand to resist it, and his arm condensed a ball of true qi and pushed forward.

Poof!

Although he blocked the sword qi, he was also shocked by the powerful sword qi attached to this slash, and he spat blood from his mouth and suffered internal injuries.

Now there are only three left, Inn, Virujaya, and Buzan, and he deliberately saved the latter two to the end.

"It's a disaster, I've given you a chance!"

Yang Ling looked at Yin coldly.

Because of the gloomy face, he shook his head and sighed: "As the saying goes, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, if the donor can defeat the poor monk, everything will be at your disposal." ”

Virujaya's face changed, wasn't the other party saying this to him?

But it's not that simple to get him to hell!

"Hmph, stubborn!"

Yang Ling snorted coldly, thinking to himself that Master is true, if you don't deceive me, this group of monks is really ancient and pedantic.

Immediately, without further ado, a sword qi slashed out, which was dissolved by the Tiangang righteous qi of the cause, Yang Ling rushed forward with arrows, the long sword stabbed continuously, Buzan and Vilu Shaye wanted to come up to support, but they were forced by his sword qi to dare not approach.

With the hand-to-hand combat, it is also dangerous and abnormal, his skill is obviously higher than the real few people, Tiangang's righteous condensation of the sword finger is extremely fierce, in his hands, it is no different from the usual sword move, although it is only a stabbing move, but the opponent has a very high hit rate, has not missed a sword, and now it is a move to the vital point, a little careless, will be hated on the spot.

Some side tricks are extremely difficult for Yang Ling to avoid.

I saw that the sleeve under the flank was torn by the other party's Tiangang righteousness, Yang Ling's back was slightly cold, he never expected that the other party's close-quarters tricks were even more powerful, and he would move at will, and he would be injured when he hit it.

Yang Ling's heart also used his whole body strength, and the thick true qi gushed out like a volcano, only to see that his palm was holding the hilt of the sword, and he used the qi to resist the sword, even if the long sword left his hand, it could also be driven like an arm, and it was more flexible and powerful, and the air was full of lingering sword shadows, like shadows, all of which were real swords.

Because of the sharp sword fingers that rushed out were blocked by this impenetrable sword shadow, and countless sword shadows swept down with the momentum of wind and fire, he was like in the sea of swords, unable to escape, seeing that ten thousand swords were about to smash themselves to pieces, suddenly a cold and piercing chill stuck to his neck, and then, the sword shadows in the sky gradually converged, turning into the sword on the neck.

Yang Ling, on the other hand, held a long sword and looked at Yin with a cold gaze.

Immediately, without giving the other party a chance to speak, he slammed his palm on the chest, seriously injuring him and falling to the ground.

At this time, Yang Ling looked at Vilu Shaya's master and apprentice.

The two of them were like facing a great enemy, and they took two steps back vigilantly.

"No one can save you today!"

Yang Ling's voice was like a messenger coming out of hell, directly announcing the death of the two.

Virujaya suppressed the fear on his face and said with a smile: "I can't imagine that in just over a month, your skills have increased so much, it's really ......."

Virujaya's tone paused, as if he had thought of something, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly: "I see! ”

Yang Ling saw that his face was changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he immediately snorted coldly, and he was about to kill him with a sword.

However, at the very moment when the tip of his sword was about to touch Virujaya's throat, a breaking wind sounded, and with a bang, the tip of the sword trembled, and a huge force knocked him down and withdrew.

"Who?"

Yang Ling burst out.

I only heard a noisy footsteps, and then I saw a group of soldiers in armor surrounding Tianlong Temple, and they didn't look like people from the Central Plains.

The courtyard was surrounded by archers, and at a cursory glance, there were at least more than 100 people, plus the sword-wielding soldiers who kept pouring in from the door, there were 500 people.

As a star-studded man came in through the door, all the soldiers stepped back to make way.

A man dressed in a red monk's robe, burly, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, thick eyebrows almost formed a word, a thick beard extending behind the ears, looking a little rough, and his eyes were gloomy.

When Virujaya saw the visitor, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and chuckle.

"Waiting for Senior Brother!"

"I can't imagine that someone in the Central Plains can force you into such a situation."

The visitor's eyes sank slightly, and he spoke.

His voice was extremely loud and loud, and every word was like a bell colliding, which only made people's hearts sway, and it was difficult to control themselves.

Yang Ling pulled Zi Ningyan behind him and looked at the person with a slight solemnity.

Since the two communicated in Tibetan, no one present could understand what they were saying.

Liyin, Wu Daozi and others gathered together, and they became vigilant in their hearts, not knowing what was going on with such a big battle on the other side.

After communicating with the visitor in Tubo for a while, the eyes of the two fell on Yang Ling.

Yang Ling took advantage of the conversation between the two, so he instructed Zi Ningyan to escape first when he found the opportunity, the latter was extremely governor, and he would not be petty in this situation, so he nodded and agreed.

I saw Vilu Jaya take a few steps forward and introduce in Chinese: "This is Lao Gao's senior brother, the national teacher of Tibet, Master Khalba!" ”

Kharba bowed his head slightly, and said in extremely fluent Chinese: "The poor monks have admired the Central Plains culture for a long time, especially the several senior monks of your temple are even more admired. ”

Liyin's brows were furrowed, and he said lightly: "I don't know what the purpose of the national teacher is to bring so many people to surround my Tianlong Temple today?" ”

Khalba glanced at Yang Ling and said, "Today is just for a grievance, and the poor monk promises that he will never hurt your temple at all!" ”

After a moment of contemplation, he did not speak again.

At this time, Khalba set his eyes on Yang Ling and bowed his head slightly: "Young talent, it is really commendable." ”

Although he knew about Yang Ling's existence in the letter, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it with his own eyes at this moment.

Yang Ling's eyes sank slightly, and he said politely: "I want to kill your junior brother!" ”

When Khalba heard this, he couldn't help laughing, the laughter was like a thunderclap, and the sound waves rolled towards Yang Ling.

I saw that he was upright, like a green pine, standing still, still blown by the sound of the other party, without any impact on him.

Good concentration, good martial arts!

Kharba secretly praised, and then said: "The little donor wants to kill my junior brother, but because of some trivial things, the poor monk thinks that the two of you can completely turn the fight into a jade silk, and you don't have to fight and kill like now, there is a lot of hurt and anger." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ling's anger instantly exploded, and he scolded angrily: "He attacked and set fire at night, do you know how many innocent people were burned to death?" He fled along the way, killing more than a dozen people everywhere he passed, what grudge did these people have against him? He traveled thousands of miles to invade Chiyan Mountain Villa and poisoned hundreds of people in the Central Plains martial arts, what happened? ”

"This kind of crime, but you tell me that it is a trivial matter? If I don't kill him, it will not be enough to relieve his hatred, and if he does not die, it will not be enough to comfort the souls of the dead! ”

Yang Ling's tone was full of grief and indignation, although the death of these people was not caused by him, but it could not be said that it had nothing to do with him, he was facing the condemnation of conscience all the time, and today the other party actually said these words, it was really hateful!

Hearing Yang Ling's words, everyone was shocked, and an absurd idea came out of their minds......