Yu Ling entered the valley and entered the palace with one person and one sword, and Ling Shan and the three of them waited at the mouth of the valley. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The valley is not large, and the place is a little higher, and standing here is enough to look down on the whole valley.

Soon after they saw Yu Ling's figure submerged in the gate of the main hall in the valley, they all heard a ferocious cry of the Black Knife Ancestor, and between the houses in various parts of the valley, a figure rushed out, no less than twenty people, all of them were lewd monks under his door, and many of them were still running and dressing, apparently doing that evil thing before!

They are not worried about Yuling, the so-called taking the head of the enemy general in the army is talking about people like her, martial arts to such a level, unless the besiegers are all of the same level or only half a chip behind, there are few people who are afraid of being besieged. And the entire Black Knife Sect, except for the Black Knife Ancestor, the rest can only be regarded as crooked melons and cracked dates, and they cannot pose a threat to Yuling.

Sure enough, when the group rushed into the main hall one after another, after only a dozen breaths, a heavy wail resounded throughout the valley.

The figure of a monk flashed at the door, and there was an extra thing outside the hall that reflected the sunlight, which was a little dazzling. Then I saw seven or eight wicked men and lewd monks coming out of the hall, calling my father and calling my mother to run straight to the valley mouth, as if I wanted to have two more legs!

The next moment, Yu Ling appeared outside the palace gate, but he walked slowly step by step, without the intention of chasing after him.

With her light skills, there is absolutely no possibility of letting these second- and third-rate characters escape, and there is naturally a reason why she does not chase them at the moment -- she deliberately wants to sharpen the martial arts of her two disciples with these wicked people who are bent on slipping through the net.

Mingyuetian has recently been completed by Zhou Tian, so that the twelve are all serious, so although he is still young, he is already a real second-rate in the rivers and lakes, and some well-known high-rollers on the rivers and lakes are at this level, and they are worthy of a master. And although Ling Shan has only practiced the four veins of Xiao Zhoutian, she has been practicing the swordsmanship of the east for nearly two months after traveling westward, although she has not obtained her god, she has begun to take shape, even if she is better than her with internal strength, she can fight head-on, what is lacking is only actual combat polishing, and today is the opportunity!

The distance of dozens of zhang is only a few tens of zhang for those who practice martial arts, and it is easy to pass in the blink of an eye, but this road is impassable.

Qinghe snorted, used the sheath as a sword, and killed the first four people, these people were the strongest but second-rate, and she was a first-class master of the Great Zhou Tian, with one enemy and four enemies.

The other three people bypassed and rushed straight to the valley mouth path, seeing Ming Yuetian and Ling Shan fixed on the road left and right, as if they were scared stupid, the evil monk who grabbed the head suddenly smiled and raised his scimitar, and wanted to slash and kill, wanting to cut a way to escape.

Mingyue snorted coldly, thrust the sword sheath into the ground, and abandoned the sword.

took a step forward, shot like electricity, only a slight stroke, the black knife that came to the head fell into the air, and cut down along her side, the man's heart was shocked, and he was waiting to be swept by the situation to remedy the knife, Ming Yuetian had already taken the first step to hold the back of the knife, folded down, and the internal force shook over, and the person immediately screamed in pain in his hand, and the scimitar had changed hands.

Ming Yuetian also raised his hand, and the blade started from the person's lower abdomen, from the bottom to the top to the chin, slightly sideways, and the evil monk rushed forward a few steps under the inertia, and then fell to the ground, unable to breathe for a while, holding his chin with one hand, covering his lower abdomen with the other, the whole person curled up together, and kept wailing.

In the blink of an eye, blood flowed all over the ground.

From the evil monk raising his knife to slashing and killing to Mingyuetian's counter-snatching blade and beheading his body, it happened between the lightning and flint, and when the evil monk fell to the ground, the latter two came to the front.

Ming Yuetian's left palm slapped at the second person, and his right hand was still holding the back of the knife, slashing towards the third person!

Ling Shan's sword also happened to stab!

The second person was in a hurry to block the sword, and he was unaware of Ming Yuetian's palm, but he just patted the back of his left hand, and his hand hit the knife edge uncontrollably, so fast that before he could react, a little finger had been cut off. Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the broken finger naturally hurts into the bone. But before he could scream out for this bone-piercing pain, the sword in Ling Shan's hand suddenly turned sharply, and a sword stabbed his hand holding the knife.

He finally shouted.

However, Ling Shan slapped him in the lower abdomen at the same time, and the internal force gushed out, directly shocking him backwards!

Another evil monk who was only one step slower than him, saw that the person at the beginning was knocked down in an instant, and became vigilant, blocking the blade drawn by Ming Yuetian, but he was affected by the screams of his companions that rang in his ears, and he was stunned, and was seized by Ming Yuetian The opportunity was hit in the lower abdomen with the handle of the knife, and the internal force converged, and the knife crossed,

The man's face turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth, he had no strength left in his body, his feet were weak, he fell to his knees, his forehead hit the ground, and then he collapsed!

Ming Yuetian sent the scimitar again, and the evil monk who was forced back by Ling Shan's palm, in addition to the severed finger of his left hand, was stabbed in a hole in his right hand, and suddenly there was a hideous blood mark in front of him, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

On the other side, the scabbard of the green lotus sword swept and landed on the face of the last enemy, the man's head tilted, spurting out a mouthful of blood and teeth, and his body swayed like a drunken man who fell and could not get up again.

Yu Ling just floated in.

She no longer had the long sword in her hand when she entered the valley, and she thought that she was dirty and abandoned, so she looked around and said lightly: "Like before, destroy everyone......! Tell the women who have been taken captive, and they'll be left to their disposal!"

Qinghe received the order. Pick up a scimitar, whether it is dead or not, cut off the hands, feet and liferoots, seal the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and it is impossible to die for the time being. And he went into the valley.

Ling Shan asked, "Master, that Black Knife Ancestor, are you abolished or killed?"

Yuling said: "Didn't kill!"

If you don't kill it, then it will naturally be wasted! You will die today or tomorrow like the disciples of the whole sect, but before you die, you are destined to face the fire of revenge ignited by those devastated women in the valley!

In the valley, the low voice of the undead echoed, miserable and miserable, sent with the wind, spread out of the valley, between the mountains and forests, as if the ghost of the day was crying!

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In the valley, on the beam of the main hall, which is two zhang high, is hanging a young monk of seventeen or eighteen years old, with his back to the sky, facing the ground, his hands and feet are open to the fullest, each tied with a hemp rope, and the other end of the four ropes is tied to the beam!

He is also a disciple of the Black Knife Sect, because he made the Black Knife Ancestor angry, he has been punished and hung here for a day and a night. But it was also a blessing in disguise, and he was spared in this catastrophe that was almost wiped out, and became the only fish that slipped through the net.

He watched with his own eyes the woman in white who seemed to be a killing god, turning dozens of fellow disciples into wastes with his gestures, and cutting off his hands and feet of the Black Knife Ancestor who he had always regarded as a mountain, and he didn't even dare to breathe after seeing everything.

After the terrifying woman left, when the group of crazy women came in, he still didn't dare to move, but silently accumulated that little bit of shallow internal strength and pinned all his hopes on it.

Dead.

The women had gone crazy for a day, some had gone to rest, some had simply fainted from the excitement, and the valley was silent, except for the occasional murmur of pain from their fellow disciples who had not yet died.

With all his strength, he managed to break free of one hand, gasped for a moment, and then spent a long time, two hands, one foot, two feet, all free!

Fall down, fall to the ground.

Although he had prepared before falling, he still felt that he had broken a leg, but he did not dare to make a sound, endured the severe pain, almost bit a mouthful of teeth, and limped out.

Outside the main hall, the moon shines.

A human stick with no feet and no hands lay in a pool of blood, tilting its head to face him, even if there was only a bloody hole left in one eye socket, even if his face was covered with blood, he could recognize him.