Just because both of them are superb in martial arts, and they are as fast as lightning when they make a move, Ling Lingqi is about to help, but it is too late. When he saw the sword in Kuzhu, he was shocked, thinking that his life was not guaranteed, but he didn't have time to think about it at this time, and stabbed straight at Situ Feng's vest, forcing him to turn around and block the sword, and he could no longer pursue Kuzhu.

Situ Feng only felt that the airflow behind him was different, and he was also stunned, turned around with a sword, and intersected with Ling Ling's seven pairs of swords, and both of them were shocked.

Situ Feng felt that his sword strength was different, his face changed color slightly, and he shouted: "Boy, where did you steal the Yiyang Sword Qi Technique?"

Ling Lingqi smiled and said: "The source of martial arts in the world is the same, I used the Tai Chi swordsmanship taught by another person, so why should I learn it secretly?"

Situ Feng heard the three words Tai Chi Sword, his face suddenly turned pale, suddenly turned red, and said angrily: "What Tai Chi Sword, hum, it's very good." You said you weren't stealing, but I've never heard of any Tai Chi swords in the world, what does that mean?"

Ling Lingqi said: "I was taken in by Murong Bo, the great hero of Jiangnan, and I also taught the Taiji Sword to the people of the Murong family. Therefore, this Tai Chi sword technique has long been spread in the world, and you are too lonely and unheard. ”

Situ Feng laughed and said, "Okay, it turns out that you are still a member of the Murong family, Lao Tzu, I killed someone from the Murong family, and you sent it to the door yourself, but you can't complain about others." Suffer death!" urged the sword to stab him head-on.

Ling Lingqi saw that he seemed to have a great grudge against the Murong family, although he didn't know why, but when he saw that he was killing, he had to fight with all his strength.

Since he entered the level of transforming strength, especially after practicing the Tai Chi sword, his swordsmanship has greatly improved. At this time, he used Tai Chi swordsmanship to fight against the former sleeve sword, and the opponent was so strong that it was unimaginable for him to be strong in the past.

But now that he has the foundation of the level of strength, he sees all the martial arts in the world in his eyes, and although the sword in his sleeve is outstanding, it is only a little more profound. If it takes time to reach the middle stage of transformation, there will be three hidden swords, and they may not be his opponents.

More than ten years ago, Situ Feng was famous in the rivers and lakes with a black wind sword, known as the sword in his sleeve, but later encountered a very disgraceful thing and was forced to withdraw from the rivers and lakes. The martial arts of that year were already shocking, and ten years later, they were almost at the peak. His face was pale, and the black wind sword technique unfolded, like the black wind agitating, approaching the opponent step by step. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty moves passed, he smiled fiercely on his face, and slowed down his sword, but every time the sword stabbed out, the screaming sound became louder and louder, and suddenly, a cold light spit out from the tip of the sword, and it was almost a foot, and the bitter bamboo lay on the ground and saw it, and exclaimed: "Sword qi, you, you actually practiced sword qi?"

Ling Lingqi was startled, but when he saw that the cold light was already approaching, he sneered softly, and the long sword in his hand was cut in two. Situ Feng sneered: "Boy, take a look, whether it is the Taiji Sword or Lao Tzu's Black Wind Sword!" Another sword stabbed straight again, and a cold light flashed on the tip of the sword. It turned out that his skills had improved greatly in the past ten years, but he also had to accumulate internal strength after dozens of moves before he could emit an invisible sword qi.

Since the sword qi is formless and colorless, it comes and goes without a trace, it is as fast as electric fire, and it persists across the rivers and lakes, who in the world can resist?

Although Ling Lingqi has a Taiji Sword, after all, the time is too short and his skills are still shallow, not to mention that as far as the masters of the Murong family are concerned, in addition to Murong Bo, who may have practiced sword qi, Ling Lingqi is also the first time to see sword qi, how can it be compared with the decades of skill of the sword in his sleeve?

The sword qi came in an instant, and Ling Lingqi was forced to break the sword in his hand, only to feel a huge shock in his wrist, and the broken sword was shattered by that sword qi.

He hurriedly retreated, but how quickly Situ Feng made a move, there was another scream, and the sword qi had arrived. Ling Lingqi had no weapon in his hand to stop, so he had to lean over and fall out to avoid the sword. Behind him was an old cypress tree, and when the sword was struck by it, it immediately broke a large hole, and sawdust flew up.

Situ Feng's face was hideous, and he took a step forward, still chasing with his sword qi, and he was about to take his life before he would give up. Ling Lingqi stretched out his hand and popped out a few copper coins, wanting to block them, but Situ Feng waved his sword slightly, and the sword aura was permeated, and those copper coins shattered without a trace when they collided.

Ling Lingqi secretly said bitterness in his heart, but when he saw that Situ Feng had already lifted the long sword, a cold light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword, and he wanted to stab him with a sword. Kuzhu was seriously injured, and although he had the heart to help, he was also powerless.

Suddenly, a person jumped in front of Ling Lingqi and shouted, "Stop!" but it was a woman's voice. Ling Lingqi couldn't help but be stunned, that woman was Situ Xue.

Situ Feng was also stunned, and said strangely: "Xue'er, what are you doing?" Situ Xue had tears in her eyes and said, "Dad, I beg you, don't kill him." ”

Situ Fengqi said: "This kid is not related to us, why are you interceding for him?"

Situ Xue glanced at Ling Lingqi, suddenly blushed, and said, "Who said that I am not related to him, but in fact, my daughter is with him...... And him, we have been privately engaged for life. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hospital was stunned. Ling Ling Qiqi said: "Miss Situ, you, how can you ......?"

Jiu Niang flattened her mouth and said, "I said, no wonder they were in the cave room last night, and it turned out that they were the two of them who were plotting against me." ”

Situ Feng's face turned blue with anger, and he said angrily: "What a shameless girl, why are you with this kid...... Is there anything you have to do?"

Situ Xue's face turned red, then turned pale, tears flowed out of her eyes, and said, "Daddy, it's all my fault." However, the matter is irreparable, and his daughter is his person after all. ”

Although Situ Feng is a martial arts high-roller who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, he can't help but be stunned when he encounters this kind of personal affair between his children, although he is shocked and angry, but he is at a loss. After a while, he suddenly threw his sword on the ground, slapped Situ Xue hard, and turned away.

Situ Xue covered her face, she was also ashamed and aggrieved, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ling Lingqi apologized in her heart and said, "Miss Situ, I'm sorry, in order to save me, I made you feel wronged. ”

Situ Xue wiped away her tears, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Forget it, besides, I can't watch you die under my father's sword." You go and see this master, I wonder what happened to him?"

Although Ling Lingqi also knew that he might not be able to defeat the sword in his sleeve, he was still very grateful to Situ Xue.

But he saw that Kuzhu's face was pale, there were still blood stains on the side of his mouth, and he was half lying on the ground, unable to move. He was struck in the chest by a sword in his sleeve that contained true qi, and somehow, the long sword did not penetrate his body. But the force of that collision was still extraordinary, and it also made him injured and vomited blood.

Ling Lingqi picked up the bitter bamboo on his back and walked outside the fort.

Situ Xue said: "Brother Ling, you, where are you going?" Ling Lingqi said: "This place, in short, can't stay." I will first take this master to the back mountain to heal his wounds. ”

Situ Xue thought about it, gritted her teeth, and followed.

The three of them went to the back mountain, but Ling Lingqi carried the bitter bamboo to the stone room where Situ Xue had taken him last night. There is a stone bed inside, and the bitter bamboo face is colorless, and it is barely sitting down on its knees, exercising pranayama to heal its wounds. Ling Lingqi knew that he was weak after his injury, so he also sat down behind him at the moment, stretched out his palm and lowered it on his vest, and his palm emitted an internal breath, opening up the meridians for him and dissipating the blood in his chest. (To be continued.) )