With three birds with one stone, Yang Ling's confidence also increased greatly, and he grabbed a bow and arrow again, put three or two on the string, and shot towards the opposite bank.

I could only hear the sound of breaking wind, and a few more disciples of the Witch God Sect had fallen on the opposite side.

Of course, he couldn't hit every shot as soon as he got started, and when the Wushen cultists dispersed, all the arrows were shot empty, but after he was so frightened, the Wushen cultists on the opposite side fled in all directions, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the wailing disciples lying behind him, Yang Ling did not mercifully let them go, but dozens of sword qi slashed out, penetrating their hearts, and killing them instantly.

Immediately, he jumped up towards the bottom of the cliff.

After a few ups and downs, he returned to the battlefield at the bottom of the cliff.

Seeing this scene, the five elders of the Witch God Sect were so angry that they scolded.

"Great Elder, the corpse slave can't hold on!"

The second elder said in a deep voice.

Although the corpse slaves are strong, if they are found to be weak, have no thoughts, and do not know how to change their moves, they will become a living target for the enemy, and it is a matter of time before they are solved.

The Third Elder shouted angrily, "Damn the remnants of the Gu Clan! ”

"It's not suitable for us to wait for this place to perform, let's return to the sect for the time being!"

The Great Elder immediately made a decision and ordered.

"Yes!"

Several elders obeyed the order, and immediately retreated with a group of witch god cultists.

Seeing that the people in the cult were about to escape, Master Qingjing chased after them after piercing a corpse slave.

Chu Yanqing, Xu Wangui, Ben Nan and others were afraid that she would suffer a loss, and they had the heart to persuade her, but Qingjing had already run out of dozens of zhang away, and they were afraid that they would not turn back if they heard it.

"Be so daring, let Lao Tzu meet this old nun!"

The three elders, who were already dissatisfied, suddenly became angry, rushed out with an arrow step, and waved out a big handprint, with a palm like ink, with a bit of weirdness.

The Pure Master Tai's eyes were slightly cold, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight away, and the sharp sword qi directly dispersed this handprint, and the long sword stabbed in the palm of the opponent unabated.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the sword body was slightly bent, and it couldn't pierce his palm.

Qingjing Master was so shocked that he didn't have time to retreat when he saw that the opponent's other palm force had already attacked.

She hurriedly swung her left palm against it, and with a muffled sound, the two of them each took three steps back.

The third elder's face was gloomy, and when he saw Chu Yanqing and the others coming, he snorted coldly and fled into the distance.

"Old nun, if you don't want to die, chase after you!"

Looking at the distant Witch God Sect Elder, Master Qingjing was about to rush to chase, when she suddenly felt a tingling pain in the palm of her left palm, she looked down, and saw that at some point, her palm had turned purple, and the back of her hand was full of bloodshots.

"It's not good, this person has poison in his palm!"

Master Qingjing's face sank, and she immediately used her internal force to expel the poison in her palm, but no matter how much she urged her internal force to activate the true qi, she couldn't force out the toxin in her palm, but the blood on the back of her hand spread and intensified, and it had reached her wrist.

Seeing this, Chu Yanqing and the others who rushed over hurriedly stopped her.

"Master Tai must not use internal force to remove poison again, let's go and ask the people of the Gu clan how to solve it!"

Master Qingjing looked at the place where the Witch God Sect left with hatred, and gradually noticed that his entire left arm had become sore, sometimes accompanied by severe pain, knowing that if it was not solved as soon as possible, when the toxin entered the heart, he was afraid that the immortals would be difficult to save, so he bowed his head slightly, returned with everyone, and found the patriarch of the Gu clan.

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Shi Kaishan saw Master Qingjing's hand, and couldn't help exclaiming: "This is the bloody handprint of the Witch God Sect, the one who is tricked, the qi and blood in the body are regurgitated, and the meridians are damaged until it spreads to the position of the heart, and then there is no way to save it, so you can only wait for death!." ”

When Chu Yanqing saw that he recognized him, his heart was relieved, and he hurriedly asked, "Patriarch Shi, is there a cure?" ”

Shi Kaishan frowned and said: "This is a palm technique, the poison is easy to solve, but this palm power is difficult to dissolve!" ”

At this time, Yang Ling also noticed something strange and rushed over.

Hearing Shi Kaishan's words, I saw him on the Qu Ze and Neiguan acupoints of Master Qingjing, and then he used his palm force to push, and the blood on her arm immediately fell back and flowed to the palm of her hand, making a red mark on the dark purple palm.

Yang Ling's fingertips lightly touched her palm, and Jian Gang immediately cut a wound of half an inch, and poisonous blood suddenly flowed out of the wound.

"Mrs. Shi, if you use your skills to force out the poisonous blood, it will be fine!"

Qingjing Shi Taiyi used his internal strength, and it was really unimpeded, and he immediately thanked: "Thank you Yang Shaoxia!" ”

Yang Ling smiled: "It's okay, my internal force just has a restraining effect on poisons, so it's not a trouble!" ”

With that, he continued to deal with the remaining corpse slaves.

When the Emei disciples surrounded and protected the master, Chu Yanqing and the others quickly took action, and finally solved the more than 500 corpse slaves.

What is admirable is that Yang Ling alone has solved more than 200 corpse slaves, which really shocked everyone's attention.

The body of a corpse slave that no one else could pierce with a blade, as soon as he pointed his sword at a point, he would be killed instantly, it was really like a god descending to the earth, to help them eradicate the evil spirits.

At the thought of this, everyone's hearts were lifted and they vowed to completely eradicate the cult.

After dealing with the corpse slaves, everyone began to treat the injured brothers and sisters, and after bandaging and dealing with the injuries, at the request of the heads of the various factions, they meditated and rested on the spot, and after half an hour, they left some disciples to protect the injured disciples, and they marched towards the valley again.

In the crowd, Yang Ling saw Wen Qing's uneasy look, and walked over and asked, "Wen Qing, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that it was his uncle, he shook his head and sighed: "Back to my uncle, my nephew is confused, and it is difficult to solve!" ”

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows, secretly saying what worried him like this.

"Let's hear it!"

Wen Qing hesitated, and told Yang Ling word for word about Mo Qingcheng's visit to him last night.

Yang Ling's brows suddenly furrowed, and he opened his mouth to persuade: "Manly man, you should know the trade-offs, whoever you have affection for, you will be with whomever you want, don't be a judge and constantly suffer from it." ”

Wen Qing looked at his uncle with a strange expression, and almost didn't tell him about Yue Xiyao, after all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yue Xiyao was affectionate to Yang Ling, but he was fascinated by the authorities, and he didn't understand the mind of his daughter's family at all.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't say it, and he still understood the principle of not doing to others what he didn't want to do.

But that's not what he's struggling with!

"Uncle Shi, Wan, what if I like both?"

Wen Qing asked tentatively.

Mo Qingcheng is straightforward and straightforward, and the honesty of daring to love and hate has touched Wen Qing's heart, just ask a woman to confess to you boldly, how much courage does it take to do it, and bluntly said that she doesn't care if Wen Qing likes her, and she doesn't care if he is friendly with other women, as long as she can leave a place in her heart, no one can stand it!

Wen Qing is not a flowery person, but he is not cold

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Widowed people, in the past, Yang Ling was innocent and ignorant of getting along with Yuexi Yao, and he still felt interesting in his heart, but when it was his turn, he didn't know how to decide.

He didn't even dare to confess to Mu Nanshuang, so that he was stuffy in his heart, and his face was full of sorrow.

Yang Ling didn't know how to answer, after all, he didn't know much about feelings, so he could only pat him on the shoulder and say: "Follow your own heart, no matter what choice you make, I will support you!" ”

It's like you didn't say it!

Listening to your words is like listening to your words!

Wen Qing shook his head, and secretly scolded himself in his heart, why did he think of asking his uncle for advice, he didn't even understand his own affairs!

Think about the time when Uncle Sun meets the Moon Girl again, I will definitely return today's words truthfully!

Wen Qing shook his head, trying not to think about these things, tightened the sword in his hand, and followed behind everyone with a solemn expression.

Fortunately, when he killed the corpse slave before, he also vented a lot of energy, otherwise he really couldn't talk about it today.

The crowd walked through the cliff valley, and then they saw the head of the Witch God Cult located in the mountains and forests.

"Yan'er, don't worry! I'm going to get the purple phoenix out. ”

Seeing that Zi Ningyan's expression was different, Yang Ling clenched her hand and comforted her softly.

Zi Ningyan bowed slightly, with a hint of hatred in her beautiful eyes.

Now there are only four hundred people left, and most of the wounded have remained in the valley to recuperate.

However, there are only more than 200 followers of the Witch God Sect, and they have almost killed more than 100 people these days, so there are no more than 100 people left in the sect, and they are enough to deal with.

As they stood outside the magnificent sect, a loud and deep voice came from inside:

"Shaolin Wudang, Emei Qingcheng, what a decent martial arts, those who dare to enter my sect will be killed!"

Hearing this rolling sound, everyone's faces changed, and they secretly said that the other party was so profound.

Rao is Yang Ling's eyes also showed a hint of caution, the other party's skills are profound, but they are still a step worse than themselves, but the level of martial arts, the judgment of victory and defeat is not determined by the depth of internal force, otherwise when everyone fights, they will be angry, and whoever has deep skills will win, which is also impossible. 、

The depth of skill is only the basis for judging a person's profound background, the real comparison is fist and foot kung fu, the so-called chess is a bad move, people with deep internal skills, the moves are not as subtle as the opponent, and the combat experience is also insufficient, or will lose.

Therefore, Yang Ling did not dare to say that he was victorious against the other party.

Qingjing Shi Tai followed the team regardless of the injury on his arm, and when he heard that someone inside was playing tricks, he immediately became very strong to be the first person, and raised his foot and planned to push the door in.

Yang Ling hurriedly went up and stopped her: "Master is too careful, you are injured, I should take the lead!" ”

Wudang Emei has always been a good friend, although Master Qingjing's temper is a little shorter, but there is no place for people to lose their temper, and every next step is extremely dangerous, Yang Ling does not want any decent people to lose in the hands of these cult demons.

After what happened just now, Master Qingjing was already impressed by Yang Ling, if she was replaced by someone else, she would not have to be stubborn, but Yang Ling persuaded her, and she listened: "That's good, with Yang Shaoxia here, the poor nun will not be ugly!" ”

As he spoke, he retreated to the Emei disciples.

Looking at the closed door, Yang Ling's eyes were slightly cold, his hands pushed suddenly, and he strode in......

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