martial arts mythology system

Chapter 415 The Cowardly Man
A bright moon hangs in the sky, shining brightly.

How much night wind.

The lights of thousands of feet describe the night in the deep.

When the world is warm and cold, there is tenderness in the eyes.

Xiao Jiling sat cross-legged on Jianmu's exposed root system, silently operating his inner strength.

A small half of the internal energy in one's body comes from one's own cultivation, and most of it comes from other people's transmission of energy. It must be polished day and night to operate freely.

Behind them are three young people, Ning Wangping, Yu Changxin, and Lu Honglin, standing or sitting.

Yu Guhong, chairman of the Wumeng League, took away a large number of elites of the Wumeng League to support the Moke Kingdom under the invasion of Netherland, and the current Wumeng League's strength is stretched.

Originally, Xiao Jiling should take turns to rest after completing the security task around the Wumeng, but because the Wumeng is really short of manpower, he can only take Ning Wangping and his team who just came back to guard Jianmu...

In fact, the four of them are not much different in age, but Xiao Jiling has the title of master after all, and his predecessors passed on his martial arts to elevate his martial arts realm to the second-rank realm. Although he can only display the combat power of third-rank in normal fighting, he is a senior after all. So take the lead.

However, the four of them were not familiar with each other, so they had to meditate in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Jianmu's body is huge, even if it is only enough for everyone to meditate, there is a lot of space.

Suddenly, everyone only felt that the surrounding environment had changed drastically. The originally clearly visible lights of Qianzhang in the Wumeng camp suddenly dimmed, and the dark and strange atmosphere shrouded the position of Jianmu's root system.

In the dark wind, there are faint snickering and whispering voices of ghosts and ghosts.

"No, something weird!?"

Xiao Jiling swiped and stood up.

The sword energy in the body seemed to emit a bright streamer, constantly scanning the source of the sound in the hazy mist.

Ning Wangping, Lu Honglin, and Yu Changxin immediately stood up, pulled out their swords, and guarded their surroundings.

"You three, be careful. The second seat was attacked by demons near Jianmu, and now it's happening again... I'm afraid the demons have sneaked in again."

As Xiao Jiling said this, the sword energy accumulated stronger and stronger, but the palm hidden in the sleeve couldn't hide the slight trembling.

The day the imperial capital of the Yin Dynasty was broken... the young swordsman who used to be majestic and heroic had already lost his sword heart.

Xiao Jiling showed no fear, but he knew in his heart that he might not even have the courage to draw a sword...

"Master Xiao, evil people have sneaked into the vicinity of Jianmu, we must report to the second seat quickly!"

Ning Wangping frowned and walked quickly behind Xiao Jiling.

"Of course I know," Xiao Jiling smiled wryly, "but... we may be in danger now..."

Hearing this, the expressions of Ning Wangping and the three of them changed at the same time.

I thought that with the presence of Xiao Jiling, the second rank of martial arts, and within the Martial League, everyone must be safe, but I didn't expect the situation to reach this level.

The second rank of Martial Arts can't even break through the encirclement and give warning. Could it be that he has an innate attack! ?

Xiao Jiling thrust out a sword energy tentatively, and sank in the illusory and strange mist.

Ning Wangping's eyes wavered, and his heart fluctuated with horror... The sword energy of the second grade of martial arts can cut off the top of a whole mountain, but here it is like a stone sinking into a pool of water.

Of course Xiao Jiling also saw it...but he himself understood that he who lost his sword heart might not be as powerful as a third-rank sword qi...

Suddenly, the surrounding malicious atmosphere shrunk, like a net for prey was closing in.

The four of Xiao Jiling were maliciously affected by this sudden change, and their minds were all affected.

Yu Changxin felt a little anxious under the malicious influence, pulled Ning Wangping's sleeve and said:

"Xiao Ning! What should we do! What should we do!"

Ning Wangping patted the back of his hand, opened his mouth to say something, but finally said nothing.

In silence, no matter how tight the air is! !
The strange and evil thoughts nearby shrunk again. Even with Xiao Jiling's martial arts realm, he felt a little out of breath...

It can be seen that Ning Wangping and the three are under pressure.

Lu Honglin lost her energy and nearly fell, but Ning Wangping quickly grabbed her.

"Xiao Ning..."

Lu Honglin looked at Ning Wangping.

He didn't speak, gritted his teeth and just shook his head, big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Under such pressure, breathing is really a torment.

Xiao Jiling was shrouded in a great sense of fear, and tried his best to move his arms and swing the sword...but...the cowardice haunting his soul surged up again.

That battlefield where millions of corpses lay dead, that monster who lifts up dead... that man who entrusted all his future to himself...

Why... I just dare not raise my sword again...

Xiao Jiling bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood surged up, bringing the stiff body back under his control.

He raised his hand, but the trembling of his wrist had prevented the swordsman from drawing his sword anymore...

Damn... move!
The urgency in his heart made Xiao Jiling's eyes bloodshot.

There was a trance in front of my eyes, as if a blood-red picture appeared in front of my eyes.

A man in purple was pierced through the chest with a sacrificial scepter. The man holding the scepter was sneering at himself...

"Master..."

Xiao Jiling couldn't help murmuring.

Then, a fist holding a sword hilt smashed open the illusory picture, and strode in.

He was dressed in a black and white feather cloak, with a slight smile on his mouth, and his long hair tied behind his head.

"Yo, why is it so lively here?"

Han Feng Shiran came over and looked at Xiao Jiling and the others.

The power of the Tianji Sword opened up a passage in the malicious mist.

Although it failed to dispel these malice, it was enough to protect Han Feng to enter this place, and to share most of the pressure here for Xiao Jiling and the others.

The pressure on the four people eased, and they sat down on the ground at the same time, panting heavily.

"Young master Ye! Hurry up! Go and remind the second seat Baili! There are evil people sneaking in!"

Xiao Jiling still remembered his duty, and shouted to Han Feng.

Han Feng walked up to Xiao Jiling in two or three steps, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and then passed Ning Wangping.

"Of course Brother Xiao makes sense...but the evil people are starting to move, I'm afraid it's too late to remind Baili the second seat... Besides, we don't seem to be able to get out."

Han Feng's tone is very relaxed, but the situation is obviously already bad.

The malicious mist nearby shrank again, and a huge force gathered on one of Jianmu's root systems, even the [Sky Ridge Sword] was almost unable to resist its pressure.

Xiao Jiling tried his best to clenched the sword in his hand, but the shaking of his wrist was so obvious that Yu Changxin even noticed it.

"I'm ashamed to say it...Xiao actually doesn't have the ability to use a sword anymore...I can only ask Brother Ye! Be sure to rush out! Warn everyone in the Wumeng!"

"How should I put it? Maybe the situation outside the Wumeng has far exceeded our imagination. Compared with it, it may be difficult to escape for a while," Han Feng said, looking at Xiao Jiling, "In comparison, Brother Xiao Tell me about yourself...why...can't you draw your sword?"

Xiao Jiling subconsciously wanted to avoid Han Feng's gaze, he hesitated and said:
"Xiao's practice is poor... I'm ashamed to say that this is not the key at this moment. Brother Ye, let's find a way to get out of trouble..."

"Brother Xiao! Now you need to face up to your own problems. Only if you can draw a sword, can we get out of trouble!"

Han Feng's voice was extremely firm.

The reason why Han Feng was so determined was, of course, that Wuqi had given such a strange task.

【Mission: Unravel Xiao Jiling and find Jianxin for him】

[Reward: The second-rank peak follower - Yedi, Celestial Soldier - Natural Tooth]

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