Xiao Jingshu heard Su Ling's words and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, how do you know this word..."
Su Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't I know that the mysterious organization that controls this realm has warriors flying all over the sky..."
Xiao Jingshu asked curiously: "Zongheng? What kind of organization is this? There are so many warriors of this level. Then if our Shadow Division faces off, there will be no chance of winning..."
Su Ling laughed and said: "I can't get along for the time being..."
Su Ling was still a little dissatisfied and said, "Is Ling Yijian really that powerful? How many times can I, old swordsman Su, beat him?"
Xiao Jingshu was amused by him and laughed: "He can beat you like this ten times without any effort..."
Su Ling choked and said: "If you see through it or don't tell it, we are still good friends..."
Xiao Jingshu lowered her head and pursed her lips, giggling non-stop.
But when she raised her head, the smile on her face paused and then disappeared instantly.
Su Ling didn't know why, scratched his head and said, "That's not it...I just said something as a joke, and you're not happy? Are you so stingy?"
A strong sense of nervousness and fear suddenly appeared in Xiao Jingshu's eyes.
Yes, it was indeed fear, her originally star-like eyes were tightened together in an instant due to fear and nervousness.
Su Ling's expression changed and she asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Jingshu, what's wrong with you..."
Xiao Jingshu's face turned pale, and she suddenly shouted desperately: "Su Ling - be careful!"
That shout seemed to have exhausted all the strength in the body, and it sounded more heartbreaking than ever before.
At this moment, Su Ling suddenly felt a monstrous murderous intent coming towards him from behind.
If Su Ling wants to look back again, things will get worse!
But if he hides to the side, the sudden attack from behind will definitely hit Xiao Jingshu without any hindrance.
In his eyes, Xiao Jingshu was already rushing toward him desperately, and the little girl's posture seemed to be making the decisive killing move for him.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Su Ling shouted coldly. Regardless of the assassin behind him, he suddenly raised his breath and an afterimage instantly came to Xiao Jingshu, who was rushing toward him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he gently stretched his arms and hugged Xiao Jingshu's slender waist.
The figure suddenly hung up like electricity.
The speed is so fast and the movements are so coherent, only in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Jingshu was suddenly held in the air by Su Ling, her light yellow clothes fluttering like flowers blooming in the snow in the dark night.
Just as they were rising into the air, Su Ling struck the sky behind him and the sword flew away, leaving only a sharp light in the air like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Su Ling hugged Xiao Jingshu, spun and fell in mid-air, and instantly retreated several feet to the side.
The two of them finally landed.
Xiao Jingshu only felt a pair of warm hands gently supporting her waist. Her body fell in the air and stood on the snow, still stable.
The frightened look in Xiao Jingshu's eyes faded slightly.
Su Ling smiled softly at her and said, "You can't avoid what is coming... Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
Then he shouted coldly: "That guy who doesn't care about life and death, who attacks from behind, what kind of hero is he?"
Suddenly he turned around and looked forward, his eyes as sharp as a sword.
In Su Ling's eyes, ten ghost-faced men suddenly appeared.
It was as if the nightmare of the long street on a rainy night reappeared.
The difference is that nine of these ten ghost-faced men are armed with cold and dim scimitars.
The leader of the ghost-faced man carries a huge sword behind his back.
Although the giant sword was not unsheathed, the distance between the ghost-faced man and Su Ling was still several feet away.
But Su Ling could clearly feel the sword energy lingering on the giant sword and its clear buzzing sound.
Su Ling felt helpless for a while, spread his hands and said: "Brother Ghost Face again, don't you feel tired, I am tired!"
He pointed at the giant sword-headed ghost-faced man with one hand and said: "Ling Yijian, a ninth-grade peak existence, don't you think it's troublesome? I won't recognize you if you have a ghost face."
Although he said this, he was really lucky in his heart. Fortunately, it was not the master Ling Yijian who made the move just now, otherwise he would not be able to avoid it based on his ability.
Ling Yijian didn't lie, but he said coldly and proudly: "Now that you know it's me, you can decide whether to fight or not, Su Ling."
Su Ling raised his head and said with some disdain: "If you don't fight, you will stab me to death with your giant sword!"
When Ling Yijian heard this, he took off the scary ghost mask on his face with a swipe, revealing a strange and pale thin face.
The eyes were full of murderous intent and fighting intent. Suddenly, the giant sword behind him roared loudly, and a black light shot straight into the air, falling rapidly in an instant.
With a sound of "Bang -", Ling Yijian grasped it with his big hand, and the sword was as obedient as a baby, lying quietly in his hand.
Then watch him move his sword smoothly and point lightly in the direction of Su Ling.
The sword body vibrated and sword energy overflowed.
Ling Yijian had a doting tone and seemed to be talking to himself about the giant sword: "Old man, calm down first and I'll let you have a good fight later..."
The giant sword seemed to have understood its master's words, and it actually restrained its sharp edge and became simple and simple.
Ling Yijian then took a step forward and said with a bit of heroism and pride in his eyes: "I have a sword named Fengtian. Whoever gets this sword can also be Fengtian!"
When Su Ling saw him drawing his sword, his body suddenly trembled, and a breath of air swept away his clothes.
But he saw a long, fiery red sword hanging from his waist.
The blade of the sword is as thin as a leaf, but it also has a cold light that catches people's eyes.
Su Ling held the sword in his hand and said in a deep and cold voice: "The name of the sword is about lovesickness! The mortal world is infatuated and sad, and the white hair is so long that lovesickness can't be saved with one sword!"
Ling Yijian looked up to the sky and smiled: "You are all not allowed to take action. I am enough for this Su Ling."
The nine ghost-faced men said in unison: "Here!"
After saying this, his figure suddenly moved. From the looks of others, he was extremely slow.
There wasn't even a trace of strength, it was so soft.
But in Su Ling's eyes, it was a heavy sword with no edge, and great skill concealed clumsiness.
He even felt that wherever he looked, there was the sharp edge of Ling Yijian's sky-sealing giant sword.
Su Ling felt for a moment that it was still unclear whether he could dodge his sword.
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Why hide if you can't avoid it? What if you take the Heaven-Sealing Sword forcefully?
Thinking of this, Su Linghao's anger rose sharply. He raised the Wen Xiangsi in his hand above his head, filled his arms with breath, and shouted coldly: "Take your sword and shoot it for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yijian struck Su Ling head-on with Feng Tian in his hand with boundless power.
A loud sound of "Dang-" cut through the lonely dark night.
Su Ling blocked Ling Yijian's slash.
However, he suddenly felt a huge force attack all parts of his body instantly, and all the bones in his body were shattered by the shock.
"Poof -" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his body, and Su Ling flew backwards, falling more than ten feet away, and hit the snow hard.
"Poof -" Another mouthful of blood spilled out and sprinkled on the snow, like falling plum blossoms.
Xiao Jingshu was shaken physically and mentally. She thought that Su Ling might not be Ling Yijian's opponent.
But he never expected that Su Ling couldn't even take Ling Yijian's move.
The strength of the ninth grade peak is so terrifying.
Ling Yijian held the sword in his hand, seemingly carelessly, and flicked the sword, tastelessly: "It's too weak... boring..."
Xiao Jingshu called Su Ling sadly and ran towards the place where he fell.
With tears in his eyes, he said anxiously: "Su Ling, leave quickly. I'll stop them. They know who I am! They don't dare to do anything to me!"
After saying this, he suddenly shook his slender waist and held a light yellow gold soft whip in his hand.
Xiao Jingshu stood in front of Su Ling. Although her eyes were panicked, she refused to give in and was determined.
He holds the tail of the whip in his right hand and the head of the whip in his left hand, biting his lips lightly with his white teeth.
Looking at Ling Yijian with cold eyes, Xiao Jing said coldly: "Ling Yijian, aren't you afraid that my brother and father will blame you?"
Ling Yijian seemed oblivious, and without even looking at Xiao Jingshu, he snorted and said: "Little girl, you have nothing to do here, you'd better go back to your house quickly..."
Xiao Jingshu sneered and said: "You go first, and I will go back after you leave. I can guarantee that no one else will know about everything tonight, how about that?"
Ling Yijian suddenly gave a weird smile, his voice was sharp and a little bit penetrating, he glanced at Xiao Jingshu and said: "Human Dao Xiao Sikong is a great man in the world, and several of his young masters are also quite like their father. Now it seems that they have to add more
I fell in love with you, a little girl..."
Ling Yijian suddenly raised his head, with a hint of evil in his cold light, and snorted: "Little girl, if you said this in the courtyard of Xiao Mansion, maybe I would really walk away. It's just that
Now...it's too late!"
Xiao Jingshu sneered and said, "Then try it and see if my father and brother can cut you into pieces!"
Ling Yijian sneered and said: "Still thinking about your second brother Jianshu? To tell you the truth, we were able to intercept and kill you here only because we followed the second master's order. As for the content of the order."
Ling Yijian's strange and pale face suddenly showed a trace of madness: "No matter who it is, kill without mercy!"
After Ling Yijian finished speaking, he held the giant sword in his hand and with a hint of amusement, while slowly approaching Xiao Jingshu, he said: "However, you, a little girl, are quite interesting. You will die like this."
, what a pity..."
"You...what are you talking about? How could Brother Jianshu...No! He can't!" Xiao Jingshu was shaken physically and mentally, and she shouted in a dejected voice.
Ling Yijian saw that she was absent-minded and pursed his lips at the two ghost-faced men beside him.
The two ghost-faced men understood the situation and silently moved their scimitars, one to the left and the other to the right. They raised their scimitars high and rushed towards Xiao Jingshu.
Su Ling half fell to the ground, and suddenly felt two cold lights in her eyes attacking Xiao Jingshu silently. Knowing that Ling Yijian was afraid that Sikong would blame him, he calmly instructed his men to attack Xiao Jingshu.
Killer with pain.
It's also easy for him to pass the blame.
Seeing Xiao Jingshu, Su Ling lost her mind and completely forgot to dodge.
He shouted anxiously: "Xiao Jingshu, get out of the way!"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingshu looked like a wood carving and clay sculpture, with dull eyes and no sadness or joy on her face.
Seeing the two blades approaching in an instant.
Su Ling didn't know where the strength came from. He held back the pain in his bones, roared, and slammed his hands onto the snow.
There was a sound of "Boom--" and snowflakes flew into the air.
His body actually jumped up in the snow waves, and a white light rushed to Xiao Jingshu, struggling to pull her into his arms.
At this moment, two sword beams, one on the left and one on the right, had already attacked.
Su Ling let out a loud shout, holding a sword flower in her right hand to ask Xiangsi, and an arc of light hit the wrist of the ghost-faced man on the right.
The ghost-faced man groaned and dropped his scimitar.
How could Su Ling give him a chance to react? He flew up and kicked the ghost-faced man in the chest.
With a "bang--", the ghost-faced man flew away and huddled more than ten feet away, presumably unable to stand up.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Su Ling handed the Xiangsi Sword to his left hand, and with a strong right hand, he pulled Xiao Jingshu to the right.
The long sword in his left hand was raised quickly.
"Dang——" was heard in a moment, and the scimitar collided with Wen Xiangsi's sword.
The ghost-faced man was still worse than Su Ling, and the scimitar was instantly shaken several feet.
Su Ling suddenly drew his sword, White Snake spat out a message, and his sword flashed.
It hit the heart of the ghost-faced man. Su Ling exerted a little force, and the slender sword went straight into the heart.
The ghost-faced man was exhausted, collapsed to the ground, curled up his limbs for a while, and died.
Su Ling kicked the body towards the ghost-faced crowd.
The ghost-faced men were so panicked that they each dodged. There was a moment of confusion.
In an instant, two people were killed in a row.
Su Ling protected Xiao Jingshu behind him and said: "I want to kill someone. It's not good for you little girl to see too much blood. Close your eyes later..."
A trace of surprise flashed across Ling Yijian's pale face, and he still said casually: "Su Ling, I really underestimated you. After being shocked by my giant sword, you were able to kill two people with your backhand.
.Could it be that you once used something that made it difficult for your muscles and bones to become strong?"
As he spoke, his left hand, which was not holding the Heaven Sealing Sword, actually held an orchid and pointed it out.
Su Ling felt a chill and sighed: "What a pervert! Why do you think I can take your sword?"
"Oh?" Ling Yijian rolled his eyes and looked at Su Ling. His eyes seemed to be as if he had found a treasure, and he was a little fanatical. He said in a strange way: "Hey, then I want to see how this handsome little look of yours has been used.
What kind of spiritual treasure?"
He really looked at Su Ling carefully from one glance to the next.
Su Ling was so shocked by him that he yelled, "I'm not as good as Long Yang, so it's all in vain!"
Ling Yijian suddenly shook a finger and said: "Ah, if I'm not mistaken, did you take the viper's gall..."
Su Ling snorted and said, "Even if you still have some skills, you can actually tell that I used viper gallbladder. Are you scared? Why don't you run away?"
When Ling Yijian heard that Su Ling admitted that he had used viper gallbladder, he looked at Su Ling like a snake seeing its prey. He suddenly licked his scarlet lips with his tongue and said, "Then I will be more relaxed."
Too bad for you!"
Su Ling secretly cursed the pervert in his heart. This person was still at the peak of the ninth rank. Why did he ask the Valley Master of the Sword Valley? This kind of behavior is not worthy of everyone.
Su Ling thought Ling Yijian was going to do it himself, so he looked solemn, Hengwen Xiangsi was in hand, and was on full alert.
Suddenly he whispered to Xiao Jingshu: "I will try my best to entangle them later. You can slip away when you see the opportunity and go find Sikong and come back to save me!"
Xiao Jingshu just nodded, but Ling Yijian, who was more than ten feet away, raised his eyebrows and said: "Su Ling, speak louder, do you really think I can't hear you? Move the reinforcements, both of you run away
No."
After saying that, he didn't take any action. He waved to the remaining seven ghost-faced people behind him calmly and said, "I'll leave it to you to practice. Don't learn those two useless things."
"Here!——"
Under the pale moonlight, the snow waves surged. Seven ghost-faced men raised their scimitars at the same time and attacked Su Ling fiercely.
Su Ling was also willing to risk everything. Anyway, tonight was not going to be a good one.
He was just a little worried about Xiao Jingshu. It was not worth replacing this little girl. She could have walked away, but now she was involved in this disaster because of her innocence.
Invisibly, he had unspeakable feelings for her.
The pale yellow figure was behind him. Although his starry eyes were filled with fear, he still stayed close to him.
Facing the chill and coldness in this city.
Su Ling gave a cold shout, and the thin sword like a leaf made a clanging sound to Xiangsi.
Today, just for this little girl, I have to work hard.
Seven, nothing to fear.
Su Ling's body suddenly hung up, causing waves of snow to surge.
The sword suddenly came out in mid-air facing the seven terrifying blades.
As soon as the thin sword was swung, a substantial sword energy appeared faintly, sweeping towards the seven people like a surging wave.
"Lovesickness is irreversible. Cut it with one sword! Break it!" Su Ling suddenly snorted coldly.
A fiery red thin sword with a fiery red sword aura.
A touch of infatuation sends red beans, but a sword can't stop lovesickness!
He actually turned the many deep emotions of the little girl in front of him into this sword and slashed it away.
There is a faint meaning of the roar of the sword.
Ling Yijian, who was more than ten feet away, had doubts in his eyes, and said with some disbelief: "This kid actually broke through? In just a moment, he actually broke through..."
Su Ling slashed out with all his strength and couldn't hear what Ling Yijian said.
He also felt that this sword was much more refined than all his previous moves, and its power and sword intent were also more sharp.
The seven ghost-faced men were rushing over at high speed, and suddenly they saw that the sword swung by Su Ling actually contained a real sword energy.
Just for a moment, he felt the sword intent coming towards him.
Although they have ghost faces, there is actually some pain between the faces and the gaps.
The seven figures that were rushing towards them were also blocked by the sudden sword energy, unable to make any progress.
"Drink——" The seven ghost-faced men had to swing their scimitars at the same time to resist the fierce sword energy hitting their faces.
Su Ling saw the right moment, suddenly jumped into the air, cast a long and thin stream of light towards Xiangsi, and shot towards the head of a ghost-faced man.
The ghost-faced man was trying his best to deal with the incoming sword energy. How could he notice that Su Ling suddenly changed his moves? Su Ling's attack was like lightning, coming in an instant.
The ghost-faced man raised his head in horror, only to see the sword light, as thin as a sudden flash of light in the dark night, suddenly coming from mid-air.
"Ah -" he let out his last desperate cry.
"Pfft——" One sword, two strokes.
The remaining six ghost-faced men suddenly felt a lot more relaxed because Su Ling suddenly changed his moves and the powerful sword intent disappeared.
Just in the blink of an eye, a companion was cut into two pieces by a sword.
Who is not afraid of death, let alone a companion, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad.
At this moment, Su Ling flipped his wrist, and Wen Xiangsi's long sword swept out in a horizontal direction.
Puff, puff, the two swords were pointed directly at the eyes of the two ghost-faced men that could not be covered.
The two ghost-faced men suddenly felt that everything in front of them was as red as a sea of blood. Severe pain struck them instantly, and their eyes were completely destroyed.
"Dang-dang--" After two sounds, the scimitar let go and squatted on the ground, covering his eyes and howling in unbearable pain.
Su Ling said coldly: "Why bother, end your pain!"
The fiery red man asked Xiangsi, his sword flashed, and two huge heads rolled down from the necks of the two blind people.
Two shocking traces of blood suddenly appeared on the snow, stretching far away and disappearing into the darkness.
In an instant, three people were killed in a row.
This is simply a one-sided crushing.
Su Ling asked Xiangsi with a stream of light in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Who is not afraid of death? Just come again!"
Ling Yijian frowned, and then he took it a little seriously. He yelled angrily: "Don't even do it! You are really just a loser, and you still want to revive Wenjian Valley? What a small thing
Sixth-grade warriors, you are all working so hard, if you had known I would take action myself...get back here!"
There was a hint of annoyance on his strangely pale face.
The remaining four ghost-faced men quickly retreated and opened up the scene.
Ling Yijian is in the center, and ten feet away in front is Su Ling.
Seeing that he was the most difficult person to deal with, Xiao Jingshu felt a chill in her heart. She walked up to Su Ling and said, "What should I do? Have you ever beaten him?"
Su Ling shook his head and said: "If you can't beat me, you have to fight. Just now I feel that my martial arts level has improved. Maybe I have the strength to fight."
Xiao Jingshu nodded nervously and said: "If you can't beat us, run away. Anyway, there are only half of them left and they can't surround us."
Su Ling nodded.
Ling Yijian seemed a little bored and blew on the giant sword Fengtian, then shook his head and said: "Su Ling, do you think you are qualified to fight with me if you break through?"
Su Ling sneered and said, "I have no choice."
Ling Yijian let out a long sigh and said: "Oh, people in the world don't know how much they know. Sometimes they think they can do it, but in fact they still can't do it. What about the sixth grade, but below the eighth grade, they are all ants!"
As soon as the word "ant" came out of his mouth, he suddenly disappeared on the spot.
Su Ling took a breath of air and disappeared out of thin air so quickly.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sinister sword energy coming directly from his head.
Su Ling's heart was shaken, and she secretly thought something bad.
The gap is really an insurmountable chasm.
How can I fight if I can't defeat him with one move or another?
He raised his head in shock, and saw Ling Yi sword floating above the sky holding a giant sword in his hand.
Under the pale moonlight, the ancient giant sword seemed to be enveloped by the vast energy of the sky.
Su Ling didn't dare to take the sword forcefully. Just now he resisted the sword forcefully, and he felt as if his bones were shattered and ashes were thrown away.
So what about this sword with the vast aura of the sky?
But he couldn't hide either. The only one who escaped and received the sword was Xiao Jingshu.
Lidya Su didn't hesitate at all.
Withdraw the sword, turn your head, and turn around.
He would never look at the sword in the sky again.
He smiled suddenly at the pale yellow figure.
Suddenly he opened his arms and said softly: "Little girl, come to me, he can't hurt you."
Xiao Jingshu was stunned for a moment and realized that this was Su Ling's fate.
"Su Ling - no!..."
The little girl in light yellow clothes did not hesitate and plunged into Su Ling's arms.
In the sky, Ling Yijian and his sky-sealing giant sword suddenly fell...