Ten ghost-faced men, ten ghost swords, where the blades passed, rain and waves poured into the sky.
In Su Ling's pupils, the sharp blade light was getting closer and closer, and Su Ling could even feel the strong killing intent coming from the blade.
"Are you serious?..." Su Ling's pupils narrowed slightly, he raised the sword in his hand, and his heart sank.
"Buzz--" The long sword rang out, and there was a faint fighting spirit flowing over the sword's edge.
The Su Ling of Longtai is no longer the Su Ling of Nanzhang or Wanyang. At that time, he was given everything he wanted, but today he refuses to accept his fate!
Fight!
This was the only thought in Su Ling's mind. He knew that trying to escape from the current situation would be tantamount to wishful thinking.
This was Su Ling's first fierce battle in his life.
Win, live!
Lose and die!
However, the only thing he couldn't let go of was the pale yellow figure under the eaves behind him.
He growled lowly and said: "Later, I will entangle them, and you can find an opportunity to leave quickly!"
Xiao Jingshu did not answer, but held the golden whip in her hand tighter.
Leave it to her, she has too much time to take care of herself now.
Although he was in danger, he still said slowly to the pale yellow figure: "That's all, this happened because of me. Even if I die today, I will protect you."
The sword vibrated, the rain washed it away, and the sword trembled and splashed.
The ten ghost-faced men rushed to a distance of more than ten feet from Su Ling, and suddenly stopped all at once. They all held swords in both hands, their swords shining toward the sky, and suddenly let out a low roar: "Drink!——"
Suddenly someone seemed to be saying something, and I don’t know which one of these ten people came from the mouth: "Today, we are doing this just for the sake of the little girl behind you. We don’t want you, an irrelevant person, to be implicated.
Your last chance, wise man, retreat quickly!"
"There's too much nonsense! Besides conspiracy, what else can you do?" Su Ling held his sword and said coldly.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities. You can't stop us at all!" The voice was slightly impatient.
"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it. Even if you are shattered to pieces, you have to give it a try. Stop talking nonsense. Could it be that you are unwilling to take action? Is this what the Two Immortals Sect can do?" Su Linghao said with a sudden increase in anger.
"Hmph! Who is the Two Immortals Sect? It deserves to be compared with us!" The words were full of disdain.
Su Ling's mind was greatly moved, and he suddenly figured out all the joints, and sneered: "It's really a good game! Using the Two Immortals Sect as a sword, you can kill people without having anything to do with you...
You are Sikong’s political enemies! Let’s tell the truth, those from the north or the north!”
"You know too much, I can't keep you!..." This voice seemed to be a little annoyed that he had said it for a moment.
"kill!"
As soon as the word "kill" was spoken, ten ghost-faced men moved together, surrounding Su Ling, and ten ghost swords rushed towards Su Ling from different directions.
The ten waves of sword light and water were all aimed at Su Ling's fatal spot.
Be calm and focused.
The ten swords were about to strike, and Su Ling suddenly raised his energy and jumped up, bringing up a line of water, like a dragon out of the sea, rushing straight up.
In an instant, he rushed into the air, and the ten ghost knives passed by his feet.
Su Ling's body paused for a few breaths in mid-air, and then he dived downwards as fast as raindrops falling.
Knocking his feet, he was leaning on the ten ghost knives.
Using his strength, Su Ling jumped into the air again.
Like an eagle swooping down, the long sword cut through the rain curtain in mid-air, and an arc of light swept towards the four ghost-faced men in front.
When the four ghost-faced men saw the sword coming, they all drew their swords forward, and suddenly their bodies took three straight steps back.
Before Su Ling could draw his sword again, the other four ghost-faced men intertwined with the four retreating ghost-faced men. The ghost swords flashed, with cold murderous intent, and slashed at Su Ling who was flying down in mid-air.
Su Ling secretly said bad!
He had to use all his strength to parry with his sword, and at the same time, his body flew backwards at high speed.
"Su Ling, be careful!" Xiao Jingshu exclaimed.
Su Ling was concentrating on dodging the four knives in front of him.
Following Xiao Jingshu's verbal reminder, he suddenly felt the sound of fighting behind him.
In Xiao Jingshu's eyes, the two ghost-faced men behind Su Ling snorted coldly when they saw Su Ling retreating at a fast speed. They moved forward with their swords and slashed hard at Su Ling's approaching back.
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There are four swords in front and a sneak attack in the back!
Su Lingdun was trapped in the ground. If he avoided the four knives in front of him, the two knives behind him would definitely pierce his body.
Su Ling had no choice but to grit his teeth, move his heart, and swing out four swords at high speed, forcing back the four ghost-faced men in front of him.
However, the two ghost-faced men behind them attacked so fast that Su Lingyu couldn't do it if she turned around to parry.
With no other choice, Su Ling had to use all his strength to control his body that was flying backwards.
His body seemed to be grabbed hard by an inexplicable force, and while he was retreating, he suddenly stopped for a breath.
"Drink——!" Su Ling shouted loudly, and his body turned diagonally to the right.
Even so, the speed of the two ghost-faced men behind them was too fast.
Su Ling managed to dodge the blade of the first Ghost-Faced Man behind him, but could no longer dodge the blade of the second Ghost-Faced Man.
"Pfft--" The ghost knife struck him on the left side of his back with a chill.
The knife was barely an inch deep, and the ghost-faced man withdrew his knife and stepped back.
The blood on Su Ling's back was brought up, mixed with the rain, and splashed out.
The shocking incision, the everted skin, and the constant leakage of blood.
Su Ling felt a sharp pain and wanted to lean forward.
But in front of him, the eight ghost-faced men were slashing with their swords again.
He knew that if he leaned forward uncontrollably, these eight ghost knives would definitely pierce him through the chest!
Su Ling endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth. Regardless of the injury on his back, he still moved his body desperately to the left.
Only then did he escape the siege from both front and rear.
Su Ling barely had a chance to breathe.
With a heart-wrenching pain in his back, Su Ling became unstable and fell heavily in front of Xiao Jingshu.
"Su Ling! How are you! You're injured!" Xiao Jingshu cried out sadly and came over to check.
Pain! This was the only feeling Su Ling felt at the moment. The boundless severe pain spread rapidly from his back to his whole body. The pain was like a steel knife scraping bones, and it was about to tear his body apart. Su Ling instantly trembled all over, straight up.
He was lying on the ground, and the facial features on his face were a little distorted by the pain, but he just bit his lips with blood-stained teeth and remained silent like that.
In his eyes, the pale yellow figure rushed towards him desperately.
And he clearly saw the pale yellow figure in the wind and rain.
Ten ghost knives, the blades are as sharp as nightmares.
Ten ghost faces, like Rakshasa!
Su Ling knew that he couldn't fall down like this, let alone have any chance to breathe.
He yelled: "Xiao Jingshu! Get out of the way!"
Use all your strength and punch the ground.
"boom--"
The body immediately jumped up and protected Xiao Jingshu behind him.
The blood from the back splashed on Xiao Jingshu's cheek, like rouge, blooming flowers.
Su Ling gasped softly, leaning on the ground with his sword, and looked coldly at the ten ghost knives, which were coming towards him with torrential rain waves.
Taking a deep breath, he supported himself with difficulty and stood up swayingly. This difficult stand seemed to have exhausted all his strength. No one doubted that even a little breeze would be enough in the next moment.
, can blow him down again.
Su Ling clenched her teeth and her eyes seemed to spurt blood, but she still refused to take a step back.
"Qiang——" Holding the sword in his hand, the long sword was smoothed, "Qiang——" He rushed straight towards the ten ghost swords again!
In the eyes of the yellow cedar girl.
That young man, with blood dripping from his clothes, wielded a sword and never retreated even a step!
The ten ghost-faced men were a little surprised, and seemed to be touched by Su Ling's desperate fighting style.
Eight ghost-faced men stopped there, and two ghost-faced men on the left and right flashed their ghost swords, one on the left and one on the right, and attacked from both sides.
It seemed that Su Ling couldn't see the terrifying light of the sword at all, and his speed did not slow down at all, allowing the ghost sword on the left to slash at him.
However, the long sword in his right hand held a sword flower, and with a resolute sword movement, he thrust it straight into the chest of the ghost-faced man on the right.
"puff--"
"puff--"
The swords were submerged at the same time.
Su Ling's left chest was hit by the ghost knife, which instantly penetrated three inches.
Su Ling traded his life for his life, and the sword he swung instantly penetrated into the chest of the ghost-faced man on the right.
Enduring the heart-wrenching pain in his left chest, Su Ling exerted force on the hand holding the sword.
"Strike, pull, pull -" The edge of the long sword moved from bottom to top, stirring and rolling in the body of the ghost-faced man on the right.
"Ah——" The ghost-faced man on the right was stabbed by the sword. Because Su Ling used too much force, the sword penetrated the left chest. As Su Ling reversed the sword's movement, the ghost-faced man's left chest was cut open by Su Ling's sword.
The ghost-faced man screamed, his body was exhausted, he fell to the ground, and died instantly.
The ghost-faced man on the left saw that Su Ling didn't care about the knife that pierced Su Ling's left chest, but instead shot his companion to death with a backhand sword. He was horrified and hesitated.
In a flash of lightning, Su Ling withdrew his long sword from the dead body and slashed at the head of the ghost-faced man on the left who had injured him.
This ghost-faced man was completely focused on his companions. When he realized that Su Ling was about to strike with his sword, it was already too late.
He could only scream, "Ah——!"
A sword hit the head.
Su Ling used too much force, and his head was cut in half instantly, and the dead body fell to the ground.
Even so, the ghost knife that the ghost-faced man inserted into Su Ling's left chest before he died was still firmly inserted there.
Because no one was controlling the handle of the knife, it trembled wildly. Su Ling's blood and rainwater flowed down the knife, which was a little bit shocking.
The pain was heartbreaking and bone-gnawing, and blood flowed from the corner of Su Ling's mouth.
Despite this, Su Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
Not knowing where the strength came from, Su Ling suddenly stood upright and flashed his sword.
"Qiang——" A sword cut off the ghost knife inserted in his left chest.
Half of the ghost sword was left deep on the left chest.
That boy didn't care what his left breast looked like.
In the wind and rain, that young man, with a long sword in his hand and a thin figure, remained firm.
The half-section of the ghost sword on the left chest is terrifying.
In front of Xiao Jingshu's eyes, this broken figure was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.
Like a god of war, he stood in front of her and refused to take a step back.
"Su Ling! How are you! You are injured!..." Xiao Jingshu's voice was filled with tears.
Why did he protect me with his life when he met me by chance?
"Su Ling——!" Xiao Jingshu shouted, with tears in her eyes.
The boy's half-stretched body was shaking constantly, but he looked back at Xiao Jingshu, who had already shed tears. Seeing her face covered with tears, he actually smiled slightly at her.
It was the reassuring smile on his face that was covered in blood. The young man covered in blood smiled so tenderly at the young man he wanted to protect with his life.
The smile is so quiet and warm.
"Don't worry... you won't die!" Su Ling squeezed out a few words from his mouth.
In an instant, Su Ling killed two ghost-faced men in succession, although he also paid a heavy price.
The remaining eight ghost-faced men were also horrified, and some of them felt sorry for their lives. They stood a few feet away, hesitating.
Su Lingge sneered: "Come on, my life is here! If you want Miss Xiao's life, just step over me!"
The eight ghost-faced men looked at each other, and one of them said coldly: "This is the end of the matter. If you don't do it, you won't stop! Kill!"
The eight ghost-faced men didn't hesitate any longer, their bodies rose up, and their ghost swords were like mountains, and they rushed towards Su Ling.
Su Ling was already at the end of his strength, and the injury to his left chest was too serious.
He wanted to cheer up and fight again, but as soon as Fang exerted his strength, a heartbreaking pain penetrated his soul.
"Poof -" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Su Ling felt as if his head was going to explode. His whole body seemed to be trapped in a big bell, with the drums swaying and him feeling dizzy.
The next moment, the world turned upside down, and the scenery in front of Su Ling was no longer clear.
It flickers on and off, constantly changing.
Finally, boundless darkness came.
A bone-chilling chill penetrated his soul.
Su Ling turned over and fell, letting go of his sword and falling to the ground.
The screams of "Qiang——" continued.
Seeing Su Ling fall to the ground, the eight ghost-faced men rushed towards him, each roaring.
Xiao Jingshu threw herself in front of Su Ling and kept calling Su Ling's name sadly.
But Su Ling didn't react at all and had no breath, as if he was dead.
The eight ghost-faced men stopped their offensive and said with a ferocious smile: "Little girl! Xiao Jingshu, do you want to die on your own, or let us catch you alive!"
Xiao Jingshu pulled Su Ling under the eaves, wiped the rain from his face, and then said softly: "Su Ling, wait for me... I will keep you company in a while!"
Looking at the girl in yellow shirt, she shook the soft golden whip in her hand and stood up suddenly.
Standing in the stormy city.
The wind and rain are like darkness, with a touch of light yellow.
"Aren't you afraid that my father will kill you and bury you with him?" Xiao Jingshu said word by word.
"If I catch you, I won't be afraid that Xiao Sikong won't listen to us!" The eight ghost-faced men laughed wildly.
Xiao Jingshu swung the golden whip and said sadly: "That's fine! If the young man is dead, I won't live either!"
The golden whip was like a golden snake spitting out a message. Xiao Jingshu didn't have any fear or hesitation. She looked at the eight ghost-faced men with cold eyes and said: "Let's come together and have fun!"
The eight people said with a ferocious smile: "A little girl wants us to go to such trouble!"
These eight ghost-faced men just wanted to take action.
A thunderous voice sounded from the end of the long street: "Who dares to hurt my brother! I will fight with him!"
Then a voice with cold murderous intent spoke again: "If you dare to hurt my young master, you will die!"
A figure had already rushed in front of the eight ghost-faced men. The long knife in its hand was dancing like flying.
Another figure, as strong as an ox, also arrived shortly after, with a big stick in his hand, and struck hard with brute force.
Although Xiao Jingshu couldn't name the two people who suddenly arrived, she knew that this was someone who was not good for Tang and Su Ling.
The visitors are none other than Wang Jun and Du Heng!
The two men suddenly attacked, and the eight ghost-faced men were thrown into confusion and flew backwards.
Du Heng then ran up to Su Ling who was lying on the ground, and saw the shocking wounds on Su Ling's body at a glance.
Du Heng's eyes were filled with tears and he roared: "Wang Jun! Kill those bastards! Pay for Su Ling's life!"
Wang Jun's heart felt as painful as a steel knife. From Du Heng's words, he knew that Su Ling was probably in danger.
Wang Jun was secretly annoyed, Young Master! Wang Jun came a step too late!
Hunting with a long knife, he rushed towards the eight ghost-faced men.
The eight ghost-faced men were stunned at first, secretly thinking that it was so lively tonight, one fell down, and two more came.
Wang Jun came with a fierce force, and the eight ghost-faced men didn't think much. They took their positions and surrounded Wang Jun. The sound of long swords and ghost swords clashing was heard, and the two sides fought to the death.
However, although Wang Jun is fierce, his kung fu is mostly based on the tactics of a general charging into battle. The eight ghost-faced men are all killers in the world. After several fights, Wang Jun did not take advantage of him at all. On the contrary, he was forced to stand in a dangerous situation.
Continuously.
Du Heng asked Xiao Jingshu to take care of Su Ling, roared, and charged into the battle group with a big stick in his hand.
With two against eight, the fight was evenly matched.
It's not that Du Heng and Wang Jun's martial arts are so strong, but that Wang Jun's sword is long and he can sweep away a piece, while Du Heng's stick sinks and smashes a hole. Although the eight ghost-faced men have strange shapes and exquisite sword skills, they are instantly
They couldn't get close to each other. The two sides fought back and forth, evenly matched.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly in the sky.
There were crackles of lightning, and the ten figures in the rain and fog flickered in and out of light.
However, as time went on, Wang Jun and Du Heng became a little difficult to resist. They rushed left and right, unable to break through the siege of eight people.
The eight men were divided into four and four, four against Wang Jun and four against Du Heng.
Wang Jun was okay and could still hold on with all his strength, but Du Heng's kung fu was based on brute force. After a fight, he was stabbed several times on his body. He relied on his rough skin and thick flesh. Although he was bleeding, he still screamed and fought for his life.
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Seeing Du Heng, Wang Jun could no longer support him and almost died on the spot.
Suddenly, everyone felt as if they had an unspeakable vision.
"Huh? What's going on?" Du Heng whispered in surprise.
Even Wang Jun felt something strange. He forced the four ghost-faced men back with a few blows. He pulled Du Heng and jumped to the side.
The eight ghost-faced men were about to surround them again, but they also felt something strange at the same time, and they were all stunned in the wind and rain.
Amid the wind and rain, the earth seemed to tremble slightly.
"Buzz -" seemed to stir up the raindrops on the ground. The rainwater splashed and bounced several feet high.
The earth is shaking? Is it an illusion?
Xiao Jingshu was holding Su Ling and calling softly, but she also felt the tremor of the earth and slowly raised her head.
"Tap -", "Tap -", "Tap -"...
First there was a low and clear sound, and then one after another, rhythmic tapping sounds echoed on the long street.
The earth trembled more violently, as if it was beating, beating constantly.
"Tap tap tap tap tap -" the sound gradually became louder and in an instant, it enveloped the entire Longtai.
Even the violent sound of rain seemed to be shocked by the sound of footsteps and became silent.
One lamp, two lamps, countless lamps...
Ryotai Kyoto.
First, the lights came on in one house, then two, then three, and in an instant, almost half of the city was lit up.
However, the people in this half of the city suddenly woke up from their sleep, and in an instant, they understood what was going on.
"Suddenly -" the lights in half of the city were extinguished at the same time, as if they were afraid that the boundless and deafening trampling sound would harm themselves, and the people in half of the city remained silent at the same time.
Xiao Jingshu turned back and looked towards the end of the long street.
Through the rain curtain.
Suddenly, a red flag with a black border appeared majestically. Above the red flag with a black border, there was a ferocious beast with the head of a tiger and the body of a snake, with two huge wings spread out on both sides.
The ferocious beast seemed to roar out, baring its teeth and claws, and was about to take flight.
Immediately afterwards, a dark wave covering the sky, like wind and fire, surged forward in their direction.
The sound of stamping came from the surging black tide, shaking the entire earth.
In an instant, everyone could see clearly that what was coming were hundreds of armored warriors riding like gods.
These hundreds of soldiers were silent, but with a chill and solemn chill.
Black horse, black armor, red flag, from beginning to end, without any motley.
Black gold spear, under the rain and fog, the cold light is biting.
Hundreds of soldiers seemed to be one person, uniformly and uniformly, hitting the scene, moving to the left and right, and surrounding the scene.
He held out a gold-poled soap flag with two large characters that caught people's attention:
What a pity!
After the flag, there was another red flag, and the writing was written with one word:
yellow!
Under the banner, there is a general, wearing a black gold helmet and black gold armor, and a fierce horse chasing the wind.
The black gold and iron double halberds in his hands are like the Nine Heavens Killing God.
Riding on horseback, he is majestic and majestic.
"I'm so young, I still haven't given you my head yet!"
Xiao Jingshu saw clearly and was surprised and happy. She cried loudly: "Uncle Kuijia! You are finally here!"
Rao was tired, scared and sad, his vision went dark, and he threw himself into the river of rainwater...
The person who came was none other than the Jin Dynasty Sikong Xiao Yuanche, a fearsome elite cavalry--Han Tianwei.
And the general who came on horseback was Huang Kuijia, the Commander-in-Chief of the Heavenly Guard!
When Huang Kuijia saw Xiao Jingshu fainted on the ground, he panicked and jumped off his horse. He stepped forward and helped Xiao Jingshu. "Young Master!..."
Then he suddenly saw the person lying next to Xiao Jingshu. His face was like paper money, his body had shocking stab wounds, and there was a broken knife stuck in his left chest.
But it was Su Ling.
Huang Kui's liver and gallbladder were about to burst. He supported Xiao Jingshu with one hand and held Su Ling in his arms with the other hand. He shouted out loud: "Brother Su! - Brother Su!"
“Someone is coming—quickly!”
Four or five of the Heavenly Guard Pegasus had already arrived.
Lift Xiao Jingshu on his back and put him on the horse.
Come and ride Su Ling on the horse again.
Wang Jun squeezed over, held Su Ling's body in his arms, and said in a trembling voice: "You don't need to! I... will do it myself!"
Huang Kuijia nodded and patted Wang Jun on the shoulder.
Suddenly he stood up straight.
A cold light looked straight at the eight ghost-faced men in front of them.
The eight ghost-faced people were all panicked, and they said solemnly: "Don't kill us... let's tell them all, tell them all!"
In Huang Kuijia's eyes, these eight ghost-faced men were undoubtedly dead.
Suddenly he waved his hand gently and said in a cold voice: "Leave no one alive! Kill them!"
"Tap tap - drink!" The black horses of the Heavenly Guards moved in unison, their spears flashed, and they all came out.