Zongwu: People are in Fuwei, bullying all living beings with swords

Chapter 12 The Daughter of the Sect Master Yue Buqun, Yue Lingshan!
"who!"

Several Qingcheng sect disciples were startled, holding down the hilt of their swords and trying to draw them.

Everyone was horrified.

Someone approached the back, but they didn't notice it at all!

The voice from behind was calm, but it was as deep and terrifying as the surface of the sea, and there was no telling when a raging wave would break out.

A disciple turned his head to look.

I saw a cold long knife getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

The sound of the wind was whimpering, like a spell calling for death, and the edge of the blade was cold, like a falling mountain, making people unable to resist at all.

"Pfft~"

The sharp blade enters the body.

Hot blood splashed everywhere, like a bright red fountain, dazzling and beautiful.

The disciple's body, which was divided into two halves, fell to the side, with colorful internal organs scattered on the ground, still steaming hot.

The pungent bloody smell hit everyone's noses crazily, making them want to vomit.

The passers-by looked dull, followed by intense panic.

in their eyes.

A man in black appeared behind the disciples of the Qingcheng School at some point, and he drew his sword and slashed.

The blade was sharp, fast and ruthless, and cut a Qingcheng sect disciple in half with one stroke. The scene was extremely bloody.

"Kill, kill!"

The passers-by exclaimed, with incomparable panic on their faces, and dispersed towards the surroundings.

Nuo Da's city gate was instantly empty, and even a caravan didn't even care about the goods, so they ran to the sidelines to watch.

People looked at the field from a distance, their hearts filled with panic, and there was also a trace of indescribable excitement.

After all, although beatings and killings are very common in Jianghu, it is only an example of blatantly beheading the disciples of the Qingcheng School, even one-to-many.

The ordinary people in the vicinity, many of them have been bullied by the disciples of the Qingcheng sect to some extent.

At this moment, seeing their corpses laying on the street, a little joy rose in my heart, it was incomparably carefree.

And among the passers-by who hurriedly fled.

There were two strange figures, one old and one young, their steps were not in a hurry, like strolling in a garden, without the slightest panic in their hearts.

Just drifting with the crowd and hiding aside with everyone.

The combination is weird.

An old man dying, and an ugly girl with a dark face.

"Lao Denuo, is this the Ye Ling? It's really extraordinary, to dare to provoke the Qingcheng faction like this."

"From my point of view, although his saber skills are sharp, his internal strength is not strong. At best, he is only at the level of an eighth-rank master."

The ugly girl stared at the corpse on the ground and said.

The voice is as clear and moving as an oriole, forming a huge contrast with the appearance.

"Let's wait and see again. Whether it's the Qingcheng faction or this Ye Ling, they are not easy to provoke. If you can't provoke them, don't provoke them."

"If the situation changes, we will pass the news back to the Huashan faction."

The old man's eyes flickered, and he stood in front of the ugly girl and sighed softly.

The old and the young stood quietly by the roadside.

There was no fear at all on the calm face, as if he had some confidence.

If Ye Ling was here, the memories of reading martial arts novels in the previous life could easily identify the two of them.

It was Lao Denuo of the Huashan School, and Yue Lingshan, the daughter of the leader Yue Buqun!
……

at this time.

The eyes of the remaining Qingcheng sect disciples were still a little dull, obviously they had been greatly impacted.

But at this time, they have already drawn their long swords and entered the fighting state.

"Ye Ling!"

The disciples of the Qingcheng School roared, their eyes widened, as if they were about to spew out flames and burn the man in black in front of them.

A man dressed in black with sharp swordsmanship, and also has enmity with the Qingcheng faction.

Apart from Ye Ling, they couldn't think of another person.

"You bastard! Do you only hide in the dark and attack!"

"Now, we will avenge the death of our brothers and sisters!"

The eyes of the disciples of the Qingcheng sect were about to burst, and as they swung the long sword in their hands, their internal energy burst out, and their stature suddenly accelerated.

With unparalleled power, several people attacked and killed Ye Ling.

In their hearts, Ye Ling is only a rank eight.

And it will only attack secretly, and the frontal combat power is not good at all.

Therefore, at this moment, I was holding a sigh of relief in my heart, and I wanted to kill Ye Ling, a sinister villain, in the street!

"Ha ha."

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth curled up and he sneered.

His cold eyes scanned everyone, and at the same time raised the long knife in his hand.

He didn't speak, but frowned, his inner strength burst out, and his figure was like a black lightning, rushing towards several people.

Tiangang step!
Ye Ling turned around.

The figure suddenly disappeared.

There was a piercing sonic boom in the air, tearing everything apart arrogantly.

In an instant, he came before a disciple of the Qingcheng School.

"Boom~"

Like the collision of a wild bull, the disciples of the Qingcheng sect spit blood from their mouths and flew into the air.

Foam of blood spewed from the mouth, the ribs were crushed, and deeply pierced into the lungs.

Just the head-on impact made him half-dead.

"So fast!"

Surprise flashed in Yue Lingshan's eyes.

This kind of quick and fierce movement is the only one she has ever seen in her life.

The passers-by on the side didn't understand the doorway, they only thought that the man in black was extremely fierce, and he killed another Qingcheng sect disciple with just one blow.

The remaining Qingcheng sect disciples were shocked.

This Ye Ling was too fast.

But it was too late to react.

"Zheng~"

The blade groaned softly, like a silver-white horse.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Ye Ling blatantly charged into the interior of five Qingcheng sect disciples!
"Hehe, looking for death? Then we will fulfill you!"

Dare to face the siege of five people, this Ye Ling is courageous, but he is still a reckless man.

The disciples of the Qingcheng School had fierce expressions on their faces, and the long swords in their hands drew afterimages in the air, slashing towards Ye Ling from all directions.

It's like a net of heaven and earth.

There is nowhere to hide.

Ye Ling's eyes were calm, his tall body pointed straight at the sky, his muscles were knotted, and his long knife suddenly slashed upwards.

This knife.

It is the limit of Ye Ling's martial arts.

It is also the strongest blow, and all the power in the whole body is concentrated on this knife.

The blade's cold light suddenly appeared, its power was terrifying, and everything was shattered and annihilated.

The surrounding audience stared wide-eyed.

"Ding~"

The sound of clashing gold and iron spread in all directions, creating a terrifying air wave in the air, messing up Yue Lingshan's hair.

The five long swords broke and shattered in an instant, turning into scraps of iron, as if a firework made of steel was blooming in the air.

"what!"

The expressions of the five Qingcheng sect disciples were distorted, and they cried out in pain.

Not only was the long sword shattered, even the tiger's mouth in his hand was bleeding in front of that powerful force, and Bai Sensen's bones and strong tendons were exposed.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Ye Ling in horror.

(End of this chapter)