Qin Mengxiang never expected that God would be so kind to him. He was still worrying about how to lead Jiang Shuiyao to the shallow beach, but he didn't know that Zhong Ling actually made an appointment with Jiang Shuiyao to fight on the shallow beach. This would save him a lot of trouble.
Less hassle.
It just so happened that Zhong Ling also took care of it.
Qin Mengxiang didn't hesitate at all.
Being humiliated by Xuanyang Sect when he was looking for help a few days ago was just one of them. The most important thing is that now Zhong Ling is a disciple of Chengtian Sword Sect. As an enemy for a hundred years, there is no reason to show mercy.
Qin Meng smiled treacherously, and waited until he returned to the sect to add a little more fuel to the Xuanyang sect's attempt to collude. This could be regarded as a great achievement in discerning the opportunity, and might be able to secure a firm foothold after returning to the sect.
.This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, but the Wandan Sect took advantage of it in vain. When thinking of this, Qin Mengxiang looked a little annoyed, thinking that if there was a chance in the future, he would still have to let Linghu Jiangan cut his flesh again, so that he could repay this.
A favor.
Bai Hua drank a lot today and was still drunk. Jiang Shuiyao did not tell Liu Qing about the fight with Zhong Ling. After greeting him, he went back to his room to observe Mang Ha's injury.
Zhong Ling didn't actually hand over the house deed. At that time, he just said something cruel to Jiang Shuiyao that if he could win on the shallow beach, he would give it to him with both hands, and then entered the house.
In the evening, the disciples who came from the Xuanyang Sect to greet them were extremely frightened after hearing what happened today, and hurriedly recounted everything that had happened in the past few days. Especially the ignorance of Feng Xiangshan and Ling Hu's cultivation, Zhu Fengwu
The disciple's story was thrilling. He originally thought it would alert the arrogant Zhong Ling, but the latter didn't seem to feel much. Instead, he murmured: "It turns out that the woman today is Linghu."
I didn’t expect that Yi Nan would look so beautiful after not seeing her for so many years.”
Earlier, the man with the spear was just drinking tea indifferently, but after hearing Jiang Shuiyao's name, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to have an idea in his heart.
Zhong Ling curled his lips dissatisfied with Jiang Shuiyao's glorious deeds, then put on a good face and flattered him: "Who cares about Special Envoy Jiang Shui, Senior Brother Hu is here, he will be cut into pieces! As for Liuyun Village, what's the matter?
, it’s at least a few thousand miles away from Haixing Town, and when we get here I’m afraid I won’t even be able to catch the dregs from Jiang Shuiyao.”
At nightfall, Jiang Shuiyao and Linghu Nan appeared on the shallow beach with Duanduan.
After Mangha woke up, they arranged for him to go to Wandan Sect and Liuyun Village to report the news. Jiang Shuiyao made a rough estimate of the time. If nothing happened to Mangha on the way, Feng Xiangshan and others would be able to ride on the two-winged spirit in at most three hours.
He rushed here. As for who was responsible, he and Linghu Yinan thought about it for a long time, but in the end they couldn't come up with any clues.
Linghu Yinan and Jiang Shuiyao explained that the Wandan Sect had left many informants in Haixing Town, but those people would never have the strength to kill the monk Jing with a single palm.
Jiang Shui looked at the calm sea and remained silent. About an hour later, Zhong Ling and his party set off slowly. The man with the gun said: "Fight him fairly. I will only show up if the person behind him takes action. You
Be more upbeat and don't lose the face of Chengtian Sword Sect."
Zhong Ling was slightly surprised. Before this, Senior Brother Hu had just said lightly that he was in a hurry and would go back to Xuanyang Sect to discuss business after he killed Jiang Shuiyao. Somehow, he was now interested in watching the battle.
Zhong Ling didn't dare to think too much. He politely asked the man aside and walked leisurely towards Jiang Shuiyuan with a big knife on his shoulder.
According to the disciples who came from Xuanyang Sect today, the level Jiang Shuiyao showed in the past few days is indeed that of a martial arts disciple. Zhong Ling is now very sure that the reason why Jiang Shuiyao showed such strong endurance today is probably
It was really because he had a few healing pills in his mouth.
Before going out, Zhong Ling also prepared a few healing pills in advance and put them in a convenient place in the Najie. As long as he could ensure that he would not exhaust himself, it would be a matter of time before he killed Jiang Shuiyao.
"Special Envoy Jiang, I have long admired you."
Although Zhong Ling changed his title, he still said arrogantly in the afternoon: "How do you want to die?"
Jiang Shuiyao smiled noncommittally. He was not surprised that Zhong Ling could know his identity in such a short period of time, but he still wanted to take action after knowing it, which instantly aroused his great interest.
"You're welcome. As an old rival, I should let you choose a way to die."
Zhong Ling inserted the sword on his shoulder on the beach and sneered: "Chengtian Sword Sect and your Blood-clothed Soul Sect have been enemies for hundreds of years, and today I am going to kill you, the unworthy envoy, who is the eldest son of our sect!"
While Linghu Yinan's expression changed drastically, Jiang Shuiyao suddenly became enlightened and asked lightly: "From your tone, do you think you have become a disciple of Chengtian Sword Sect these years?"
"Why don't you go to your dirty Blood-clothed Soul Sect?" Zhong Ling laughed loudly: "Don't worry, since I dare to tell you this today, I have no intention of letting you go back."
Jiang Shuiyao put away his smile, nodded and said, "In that case, I'm relieved."
Before that, he was slightly worried about whether killing Zhong Ling would cause Xuanyang Sect to fall out, but now that Zhong Ling dared to openly admit that he was a disciple of Chengtian Sword Sect, Jiang Shuiyao naturally did not
Will be polite.
"It's just a martial arts mirror. If you can't deal with it, wouldn't it be a joke to Senior Brother Hu?"
After Zhong Ling curled his lips and recited something, he kicked the sword with his feet, held it tightly with both hands, and rushed towards Jiang Shuiyao with long strides.
The golden spiritual power flowed on the tip of the knife. After the afternoon confrontation, Zhong Ling was obviously much more cautious in his attacks. Even though Jiang Shuiyao dodged his attacks one after another, he always kept his mind steady and was not eager for quick success.
Seeing that Zhong Ling's moves were surprisingly calm, Jiang Shuiyao looked back and closed the distance between the two of them with his sword and said with a smile: "You are a swordsman in the Chengtian Sword Sect, so you are considered a weirdo."
"Why use a sword to deal with you?"
Zhong Ling bullied him again.
He started practicing swordsmanship when he was in Xuanyang Sect. This habit has not changed even in sects like Chengtian Sword Sect where almost everyone uses swords. After practicing in Chengtian Sword Sect for more than five years, Zhong Ling learned
I have learned a lot of swordsmanship, but I always feel that swordsmanship is fancy and difficult to learn, and it is not as satisfying as swordsmanship.
But having said that, in addition to its excellent swordsmanship, Chengtian Sword Sect also has a body protection technique. However, there are very few people in the sect who can learn this body protection technique, and the only daughter of the deputy sect master like Li Caiwei is not qualified.
Practice, for people like Zhong Ling who only think about building relationships all day long, learning the body protection method is not an extravagant hope.
Jiang Shuiyuan smiled and said nothing, and intentionally or unintentionally moved the battle between the two to the beach and gradually began to counterattack.
All things in heaven and earth contain the five elements.
The power of the tide on the seaside undoubtedly plays a further role in the power of the Yingshui Sword Art and the Liyuan Sword. Jiang Shuiyao sat on the seaside to practice the night he first arrived in Haixing Town, so he is already familiar with the power of the tide.
He had feelings. It was precisely because of this that he agreed to come to this shallow beach with Zhong Ling to have a life-or-death battle.
Although there is no perfect time, there is a favorable location here.
Jiang Shuiyao had a clear look in his eyes, and as the waves surged onto the shore, he whispered: "Yinghai!"
In an instant, the waves followed the river, and the sword edge looked like a long white curtain in the dark night, seeming to cover the sky and the earth.
"not good!"
Zhong Ling secretly shouted, and hurriedly stopped and retreated four to five feet away. When the waves fell on the beach, they made a hissing sound, as if countless soldiers were inserting their swords into the beach.
Jiang Shuiyao raised the corners of his mouth slightly. When the second wave came, he used all the water-type spiritual power from the Soul Heart Palace and suddenly rolled up his sword, turning the waves into a huge sword flower and rushed towards Zhong Ling.
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Seeing Zhong Ling running away in embarrassment, Duanduan couldn't help but clapped her hands and sighed: "So beautiful!"
Linghu Yinan's slightly surprised expression soon returned to calm, and he immediately added: "It's quite powerful! If Zhong Ling had chosen to resist forcefully just now, he would probably be lying on the beach by now."
Zhong Ling reluctantly fought back and looked with an ugly expression in the direction where the man with the gun was standing. The latter seemed not to have seen the look for help, and was stroking his chin and murmuring: "A mere martial arts mirror can actually
I have practiced the Reflecting Water Sword Art to the level of Small Perfection in the fourth heaven. Caiwei, if it weren't for you, I would definitely not be alive today..."
There are tens of thousands of sword manuals in the Chengtian Sword Sect, and the Yingshui Sword Jue is also included in the sect. Therefore, the man with the gun knows that the Yingshui Sword Jue has four levels of heaven: "river, river, lake, and sea".
Strange. Although Jiang Shuiyao is currently using his strength to fight, the man with the gun knows that when he was in the martial arts mirror, even with the help of the tide, he may not be able to perform the Reflecting Water Sword Art as well as Jiang Shuiyao.
This look.
Although Jiang Shuiyao's swordsmanship is extremely powerful, the cultivation level of monk Zhong Ling is also hard and waterless. After a few swords, Zhong Ling's mouth has begun to bleed with blood, but he has not lost much combat power. At least he can still do it occasionally.
He found the right opportunity and fired a move. But the initial calmness in his heart had quietly faded away.
Is this really the power that a martial arts mirror can exert?
One person became more panicked as he fought, and the other became more courageous as he fought. After fifty moves, Zhong Ling risked having his right leg cut off and kicked hard towards the river, using his strength to run towards the direction where the man with the gun was standing!
"Senior Brother Hu! Save me!"
At the same time, a fire suddenly lit up on a small slope a hundred feet away from the shallow beach.
"put!"
Qin Meng shouted to Bare Teeth, and the trebuchet behind him suddenly launched!
There are twenty trebuchets, five of which are filled with explosives, and the others are filled with giant black iron balls specially made for sieges. This giant ball weighs a thousand kilograms. Once it hits the ground, it will explode instantly, sending iron filings flying into the wood.
The lethality is extremely terrifying.
These behemoths pierced the sky and hit the place where the two men were fighting with great precision like meteors from the sky.
Jiang Shuiyao's expression changed drastically, and he shouted towards Linghu Yinan: "Run!"
boom!!!
Everyone's feet trembled. Jiang Shuiyao sacrificed his blood clothes at the moment when the first black iron giant ball hit the ground. The sharp iron filings slightly penetrated the skin and were bounced out lightly. But Linghu Nan was not like this.
Lucky for her, in just the blink of an eye, four or five pieces of iron filings were stuck all over her body. She picked up Duanduan and jumped only four to five feet high before falling down heavily as if she had hit an iron plate.
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Linghu Yinan said with a complex expression: "Brother, someone has set up a confinement formation here! We can't get out!"