This Feng Xiu seemed to have changed a person, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the person who came, and the scarlet blood on the long sword was permeated, and a sword swung away, like a blood-red waning moon, and the killing machine appeared!

I thought that this sword would be able to cut the opponent in half, but unexpectedly, the opponent only stretched out two fingers and easily clamped the blade, and the waning moon blood wheel fell apart the moment it touched his fingertips, like hitting a stone with an egg.

"What, what ......"

Feng Xiu was shocked and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

A teenager who looked younger than himself actually caught his full force with just two fingers.

Not only him, but also the disciples of the Huashan Sect were dumbfounded, although they didn't know what happened to the senior brother, and even now he made them a little strange, but I have to say that he is really strong at this moment, after all, compared to before, he is completely crushing Wen Qing of the Infinite Sword Sect, which shows his strength.

Although the senior brother has become so powerful, he is still easily manipulated by the other party, which makes them feel unreal.

"Uncle Shi!"

When Wen Qing saw the visitor, he immediately laughed and saluted respectfully.

In the distance, the white dragon rushed towards it with light and cheerful steps, all telling its joy at the moment.

Even Liang Sheng also trotted over, still reciting the word "Engong" in his mouth.

Teacher!!!

However, after hearing Wen Qing's title, the disciples of the Huashan faction directly began to doubt life, such a young boy, Wen Qing actually called the other party uncle, judging from his attitude, it was definitely not the difference in title or generation, that look was completely in the face of respect for the elders, and he couldn't fake it.

Could it be that some old monster of the Infinite Sword Sect has rejuvenated?

The disciples of the Huashan Sect couldn't help but think like this.

Feng Xiu naturally heard Wen Qing's words, but his face just changed, and he drew his long sword vigorously and did not speak.

Yang Ling looked at Wen Qing, bowed slightly, and then his eyes fell on Feng Xiu, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he couldn't help but say, "Your sword path is a little weird!" ”

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Feng Xiu roared angrily, still drawing his sword there.

Seeing this, Yang Ling let go of his fingers, Feng Xiu was at a loss for a moment, and couldn't help but take a few steps back before he could barely stabilize his body.

However, as soon as he broke free from the shackles, he killed Yang Ling again, and the momentum of his body skyrocketed a few points again, only to see that the long sword gradually merged with him, and the blood qi was permeated, and the rendered sword body also became blood-colored, carrying a scarlet mysterious aura to attack.

"That's the nuance?"

Yang Ling was slightly surprised, facing a sword that stabbed straight forward, with just a wave of his long arm, a sword gang emitted from his fingertips, shocking the other party backwards, and imprinting footprints on the ground.

Feng Xiu looked at the other party with palpitations, the hand holding the long sword couldn't help but tremble, and fear arose in his heart for the first time.

"There are thousands of swords, you are not taking the wrong path, but you have deviated from the right path, so, it is not appropriate!"

Yang Ling said in a serious tone.

Although he didn't know the other party's method, it looked very evil and undesirable, but he didn't feel the bloodthirsty original intention from the other party's sword momentum, but at this moment, he was a little close to this artistic conception.

The sword may be a sharp weapon used to kill people, but the sword itself cannot kill, only the person who holds the sword can release the original intention of killing, however, those who love to kill for no reason are not worthy of holding a sword, this is a demon, holding a sword

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Later, it is the sword demon.

Although this is one of the thousands of swords, but undesirable is undesirable, it has nothing to do with strength or weakness, only about the original heart of the person holding the sword, becoming a sword demon, losing the original heart, then losing the meaning of holding a sword, but becoming a monster controlled by the sword.

Like Feng Xiu, there is already a risk of getting close to this way.

Moreover, Yang Ling could feel that the sword path he cultivated himself was not based on killing, it was completely his own wrong path.

"You don't know anything, you dare to criticize and die!"

Feng Xiu didn't believe Yang Ling's nonsense, thinking that he was bewitching his sword heart, so he immediately spared no effort to kill him.

One of them is a disciple of the Huashan Sect, and the other is a member of the Infinite Sword Sect, how could the other party be so kind to guide him, so his path is right, and it is only the other party who is wrong.

With this obsession, his momentum actually increased a little more.

"Bastard, you're getting deeper and deeper!"

Yang Ling's eyes were slightly cold, if he continued like this, not only could he not persuade the other party to return to the right path, but also urged him to go farther and farther, for the sake of today's plan, he had to calm him down first.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling stepped forward with an arrow, without a sword in his hand, and only fought with the opponent's blood sword with two fingers, the fingertips were swirling, and the opponent's blood blade was extremely powerful, but he couldn't break his sword gang, and hit it together, making a sound of fine iron staggered, which made the people watching the battle secretly surprised, thinking, the other party's hand is not made of iron!

Wen Qing's eyes on the side were scorching, staring at Yang Ling, who was fighting against Feng Xiu, taking in the moves of the two, and his heart was surging.

Liang Sheng couldn't see too many doorways, but he also felt that Engong was a lot more powerful than a year ago.

And the white dragon was pacing secretly, looking happy and proud, although he couldn't understand it, he could still join in the fun.

Yang Ling deliberately wanted to stabilize his mind, and did not defeat him immediately, but continued to deal with him, otherwise it would not be his fault if he broke the opponent's sword heart.

Although he didn't belong to the same sect and didn't know each other, he didn't want such a kendo genius to be compromised.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought more than 100 moves, no matter what moves the other party made, Yang Ling could deal with them one by one, that is, it did not seem light, nor did it seem to be panicked.

By the time it was the sixth or seventieth move, Feng Xiu's consciousness had finally recovered, and he also understood the other party's painstaking efforts, and immediately stopped using the previous mad demon sword technique to slash indiscriminately, but seriously displayed the Huashan faction sword technique and dismantled the move with the other party.

After a few moves, the other party dealt with it extremely skillfully, which made Feng Xiu surprised and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Secret Dao, is the Huashan Sect really inferior to the Infinite Sword Sect?

Especially when he used the trick of Feng Laiyi, he thought that the other party would deal with it like Wen Qing, always guarding against the surprise attack of the other party's other hand, but he didn't want Yang Ling to just fly and jump, avoiding the sweeping long sword, and after stretching out his arm and lightly touching the center of his eyebrows, he withdrew it.

And it's just him, if he changes someone else, under this finger, he will have his life?

At this moment, Feng Xiu's heart was already completely convinced, but what he was still dissatisfied with was that the Huashan faction he was in was really so unbearable?

So he used all the thirty or forty swordsmanship of the Huashan faction, and it was not until the other party cracked one by one that he retreated in a daze, until he fell to the ground, lowered his head, and was silent for a long time.

At this time, all the disciples of the Huashan Sect surrounded him, protecting Feng Xiu behind him, and a loud sound sounded, all of them pulled out their long swords and aimed them at Yang Ling.

Facing a crowd

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The hostility of the disciples of the Huashan Sect, Yang Ling just walked to Wen Qing's side indifferently and asked curiously, "Why are you here?" ”

"The disciple just happened to pass by, and he was pulled by the white dragon!"

As he spoke, Bai Long greeted him cordially, put his neck close to Yang Ling's face, rubbed it vigorously, and poured out his thoughts about the past month.

Yang Ling also stroked its neck and kept comforting and apologizing.

At this time, with a glance of his eyes, he saw a black-clothed masked man not far away.

I can't say that there is any familiar feeling, but the other party looks at him with a faint look of admiration.

"I don't know who this is?"

Hearing this, Liang Sheng felt that his heart was broken.

Speaking of which, even Wen Qing didn't know, and her face was full of doubts.

Although Liang Sheng was heartbroken, he still stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed: "Liang Sheng, please see Engong!" ”

Liang Sheng???

Wen Qing was startled at first, and then became furious: "Okay, it's you, a flower picker, I shouldn't have saved you if I knew this!" ”

He and Yang Ling came all the way to Jiangnan, naturally they had heard the name of Liang Sheng, a flower thief, for this kind of person, everyone on the rivers and lakes was punished, as a famous and decent family, he actually saved the other party by mistake, which is simply the biggest stain on his life.

Yang Ling also frowned, he didn't know the identity of the other party that day, and mistakenly let him go, if he had known that he was such a person, he would have killed him with a sword.

But after all, he let him go, and it was too late to regret it, so he took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Do you remember what I said that day?" ”

Liang Sheng was taken aback by Yang Ling's eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "The villain remembers, don't dare to forget." ”

Seeing him like this, Yang Ling's tone softened slightly: "I didn't know your identity that day, sparing your life, it was also my slip of the tongue, mistakenly thinking of you as a thief, that day, you don't listen!" ”

Just as Liang Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Ling's voice sounded again, with a trace of killing intent condensed into substance: "Let me ask you, have you ever harmed a good family again in the past year?" ”

Liang Sheng was directly frightened and trembled, knelt on his knees, and bowed: "No, no, I listened to Engong's words that day, I knew that there were people outside the people, and there were mountains outside the mountains, and I didn't dare to do that perverse thing anymore, at the end of last year, the small one has been exploring the traces of Engong, and it was not until the beginning of the year that I heard about it, and then I heard that Engong showed his might in Liancheng Villa, so I pursued it here, along the way, the small ones also secretly followed behind Engong, how could I have time to pick flowers!" ”

Yang Ling frowned slightly: "What are you doing with me?" ”

Liang Sheng was afraid that he didn't say a word, so he was clicked by Yang Ling, and immediately said: "Little grateful for the grace of Engong's life, I think... I want to follow Engong, saddle the horse before and after, in order to repay kindness. ”

Hearing this, Yang Ling's brows furrowed even deeper.

It's just that he can't tell whether what the other party said is true or false, and when he encounters this kind of very brain-consuming thing, he usually looks at Wen Qing.

It was just that he wasn't there before, but now that he's back, he naturally has to take on his responsibility.

For a scum like Liang Sheng, Wen Qing said directly without thinking about it: "Uncle Shi, what nonsense to talk to him, you can kill him directly!" ”

"Don't don't, Wen Shaoxia, we can't say this!"

Liang Sheng almost peed his pants in fright.

I saw that Yang Ling was silent, as if he was thinking about it, and this made Liang Sheng even more desperate!

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