"You are from the Immortal Sect Divine Court, right?" When Yang Jing opened his eyes, he heard the girl Fuyi ask.

"How do you know?"

Yang Jing said with a slight surprise.

"Except for the Immortal Sect Divine Court, I have never seen a martial art that has recovered so quickly!"

I see!

Yang Jing didn't hide it, and calmly admitted that he was a member of the Divine Court.

"Actually, I am a member of the Xuantai Division of the Imperial Court, and so is Sun Yangwen on Pingkang Mountain, but he betrayed the Xuantai Division and took away the "Nine Xuandao Sutra", my task is to kill Sun Yangwen and recapture the "Nine Xuandao Sutra". ”

Yang Jing didn't expect Fuyi to have such an identity, so he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"

"Kill!"

Yang Jing twisted his neck and said softly, "Okay!"

After a short rest, the two quietly left the cave and ran towards Pingkang Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the two looked at each other, climbed the mountain quickly, and with their extraordinary skills, they silently wiped out the robbers who patrolled the mountain.

Cut off the minions first, and then deal with Sun Yangwen, this is the strategy of the two.

Behind a huge rock, two emaciated thieves sat on the ground without a posture, slowly eating the food in their mouths.

"Do you think they'll ever come back?" asked one of them, licking his fingers.

"It's better not to come back, or I'll lose some number of brothers!" replied the other.

At this moment, a figure came out from the side of the rock, slit the throat of one of them, covered the mouth of the other, and completed the throat cut. In the blink of an eye, the two living robbers turned into two hot corpses.

This figure is naturally Yang Jing. After wiping the blood from his hands and knife, he changed into an unstained garment and continued his run up the mountain. In the other direction, Fu Yi appeared like a wild cat, killing the robbers in one stronghold after another.

"Enemy attack!"

When Yang Jing turned a corner, he saw a big man roaring at the top of his voice. Hearing Dahan's voice, Yang Jing's face changed slightly, and the knife in his hand shot out of his hand, piercing Dahan's throat and nailing him to the ground. But the shouts of the robbers rang out all around.

Exposed!

Yang Jing took a deep breath, pulled out his knife, and quickly went up the mountain, killing people when he saw them, and trying to kill a few more when the robbers gathered together. On the other hand, Fuyi also adopted the same strategy when the robbers were in turmoil.

Fu Yi uses a thin sword, and when he sees a person, it is a sword, which runs through the throat and heart, and sometimes the sword is so fast that the robbers don't feel the pain. By the time they felt the pain, they were already dead.

In the process of ascending the mountain, the two gradually got closer, and soon met up and joined forces to kill the bandits.

There are more than 300 robbers in Pingkang Mountain, and after being killed, there are still dozens of people left in the mountainside gathering place. In the center of the crowd, Sun Yangwen, who had a broken arm, had a gloomy face, and looked coldly at Yang Jing and Fuyi who came to the entrance.

"Put!"

As soon as Sun Yangwen gave the order, the spear that had been prepared earlier shot at Yang Jing and Fu Yi at the entrance. Yang Jing's body flickered, blocking in front of Fu Yi, waving the knife in his hand and knocking the spear away.

After a wave of firing was over, the two did not advance but retreated, and just a few steps forward, the spear came again.

"He's trying to drain our strength!"

Fu Yi behind him said in a low voice, Yang Jing also knew this in his heart, but it had little impact, his strength would not weaken until his true power was consumed.

Maybe it could be like this, Yang Jing's heart moved, turned around and grabbed the floating ripples and ran down the mountain.

Looking at the two people who fled, Sun Yangwen ordered: "Chase!" and then chased after him with a knife, and as soon as the thieves walked out of the gathering place, they saw Yang Jing and Fu Yi coming head-on, and in the blink of an eye, several thieves died tragically under the swords of the two.

At this time, Sun Yangwen crossed the crowd and slashed at Yang Jing.

Yang Jing's eyes were full of war, and he stepped out and greeted him.

"Yunyang!"

"Broken River!"

Clanging, sparks splashing, flying sand and rocks, the surrounding thieves hurriedly distanced themselves, lest they be swept into the middle of the two.

Fu Yi on one side glanced at it, and put his whole heart and body on a thin sword, and one person would die when the sword came out, which frightened many thieves, and he didn't dare to come forward to fight.

Seeing this, Fu Yi suddenly turned around, and the thin sword in his hand stabbed straight into Sun Yangwen's heart. Sun Yangwen's heart was full of alarms, and he turned around suddenly, swept with a knife, and flew the thin sword in Fu Yi's hand. When he turned around, Yang Jing behind him used two true powers, and used a move "Yunyue", the sword light was like the moonlight, cold and clear, and Sun Yangwen was beheaded in an instant.

Fu Yi grabbed the thin sword, rushed into the group of robbers, and slaughtered them on a large scale. Soon, Yang Jing also joined the slaughter, and the remnants of the thieves saw that Sun Yangwen was defeated, and they dared to stay and fled down the mountain.

After a few breaths, there was not a single living robber in the bandit gathering except for the corpses. At this time, Fu Yi came to Sun Yangwen's corpse, groped around him, and soon found a close-fitting scroll, unfolded it, and sure enough, it was the "Nine Xuandao Sutra".

Fu Yi threw the "Nine Xuandao Sutra" to Yang Jing and said, "A quarter of an hour, how much can you learn!"

Yang Jing was not polite, looked for a clean ground to sit down, and quietly comprehended the "Nine Xuandao Sutra". Different from "Eight Styles of Floating Clouds", "Nine Xuandao Sutra" not only contains knife moves, but also corresponding internal force running routes.

There are a total of nine knife moves in the "Nine Xuandao Sutra", which are clearly "one Xuandao" to "Nine Xuandao", and there is only one internal force running route of "one Xuandao", which is the least powerful, and the "Nine Xuandao" running routes are more than eighteen, which is very complicated, but the power is huge.

Yang Jing did not rush to cultivate the Nine Xuandao Sutra, but memorized the running route first. Soon, half an hour passed, and Yang Jing had to return the knife scripture to Fu Yi. After taking the knife scripture, Fu Yi glanced at Yang Jing a few times and said, "Let's separate here!"

Yang Jing nodded, and after watching Fu Yi leave, he found a piece of cloth to wrap Sun Yangwen's head and carried it down the mountain. When he reached a lake, Yang Jing stopped, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled out a single knife, and began to practice the "One Xuandao".

He didn't cultivate internal strength, but he cultivated true power, and replacing internal power with true power was more than enough. After solving the internal force problem, it is necessary to find and determine the running route, that is, the meridians. But soon, Yang Jing realized that he had overestimated his abilities, and he did not find the corresponding meridians.

After thinking about it, Yang Jing suddenly had an idea, since he couldn't find the corresponding meridians, why not create it himself. If he cultivates internal power, he naturally can't do it, but what he cultivates is true power, true power with all kinds of wonderful effects.

Yang Jing did what he wanted, ran his true power, and gradually built his own true power route according to the running route, and as soon as he built a meridian, his true power collapsed. Yang Jing was not surprised, but was a little excited, because it meant that his idea was feasible.

Next to the lake, Yang Jing kept trying, building a true power route little by little. Soon, his real strength was exhausted, and he had to stop to rest and recover, during this time, Yang Jing was not idle, and continued to study the "Nine Xuandao Sutra", deepen his understanding, and transform it into his own things.

In the evening, Yang Jing, who had collapsed more than ten times, finally succeeded in constructing a true power route, and with the flow of true power, Yang Jing slashed out, and saw a half-foot-long knife fly out of the air, splitting a long waterway on the calm lake.

Looking at the healing waterway, Yang Jing's heart was shocked, but also a little frightened, if Sun Yangwen also cultivated the Nine Xuandao Sutra to this extent, ten of him would not be an opponent. Now that I think about it, I still have some lingering palpitations.

But soon, Yang Jing became excited, after practicing the "One Xuandao", his combat effectiveness increased more than ten times, and if he met Sun Yangwen and the like again, he could end the battle with one knife.

In front of the lake, Yang Jing slashed out one after another, and one after another the knife flew out of the air, and the entire lake surface was like a dragon surging, and the waves were endless. It wasn't until a true power was exhausted that Yang Jing stopped. One true power was enough for Yang Jing to slash out twenty-eight swords, and now, he had two true powers, as long as he didn't surpass him too much, he had the confidence to fight.

The night has completely fallen, all around is dark and gloomy, insects and beasts roar one after another, and the killing is being staged, but it has nothing to do with Yang Jing. He pillowed his arms and looked at the starry sky, unexpectedly quiet.