The myth of rebirth of the era of martial arts

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At this moment, Yang Ling's heart was full of despair.

The afterimage of the Veda pestle is approaching, and life is getting closer and closer to death.

With all the cards out of the way, there is no way to resist anymore. The thought of being weak and fragile rose in Yang Ling's heart. Nai, who was fighting hard, emerged from the depths of his heart... [

However, even so, Yang Ling still felt uneasy, and his eyes were full of resentment.

but……

He still has no way to avoid the catastrophe of certain death.

The lowered eyelids are about to cover the eyes, and along with the dying life, the seeds of ambition are about to be extinguished.This unbearable reality is about to happen cruelly.

what! ! !

Yang Ling raised his head unwillingly, and let out his throat presumptuously. He had no choice but to vent all his dissatisfaction with his voice, roaring out the grievances accumulated in his heart.

Monk Xuanbei, I swear I will make you regret this! !

Whoosh!

The sound of howling wind approached Yang Ling, and the wind from the shop beat against his cheeks, making his hair messy.The sorrow and joy in his heart dissipated, leaving only unwillingness and a kind of crazy hatred!

call out!

Ding Ding! !

Just when Yang Ling felt like a flower full of hatred, but also like a duckweed, a sharp voice broke through the air, and immediately separated the Wei Tuo pestle, and at the same time they collided and made a collision sound There was also a ray of sparks, and the sound of the collision resounded at the moment when it was about to be completely silent, which was extraordinarily harsh.I don't know why, but this unexpected sound made Yang Ling's heart, which was about to be completely desperate, come alive, and he suddenly looked up...

puff! !

A sharp light flashed past Yang Ling's eyes at such a speed that it was shocking.

No response at all.

The sharp light pierced into the soil at once, making a piercing sound.

The sharp light was a sword, and the speed of the sword was so fast that Yang Ling had the illusion that it was a ray of light. The body of the sword was "inserted" into the ground by a foot, and the other half was outside the soil, trembling slightly. The body and the hilt of the sword are buzzing and trembling...

Doubtful, the scene in front of him told Yang Ling that it was this sword that saved him.

So who used the sword? [

The three-foot green front "inserted" in the soil gave him a very familiar feeling!

Who is the owner of the sword?

At this time, Yang Ling noticed that Monk Xuan Bei's complexion had already changed dramatically, his body was like a dead leaf, he floated more than ten feet away, bowing to the Buddha with both hands, his face full of compassion.

call out! With a soft sound of ~, Yang Ling heard the flapping of the corner of his clothes. Immediately, a figure in front of him passed by at an extremely fast speed. Yang Ling took a closer look and found that the figure landed on the trembling sword hilt, like Qinghong stood proudly with his hands behind his back, an inexplicable gust of wind blew up and rattled the corners of the clothes of the person standing on the sword hilt...

what! !

Yang Ling knew he was rescued, but he wanted to know who the person who saved him was.

Look up.

In the end, he saw the other person turning his face slightly to the side, which made Yang Ling see clearly who was his savior.The savior is obviously the old teacher of Yiyi Academy.

Finally caught up, are you finally willing to come forward? !

Seeing the person who rescued him, Yang Ling felt tears welling up in his eyes, and the teacher finally caught up.This is not the point, the point is that Yang Ling finally knows why the teacher is so slow!Ordinarily, he should have been rescued by the teacher before, but in the end, he didn't expect to wait until this critical moment before he appeared.

The reason turned out to be: the old teacher did not ride a horse to save people!

The np also needs a mount, and you can buy the same horse as the player from a horse dealer. Yang Ling calculated that the old teacher's travel distance was on horseback, but he didn't expect that the other party would travel with light work.

No wonder it's so late!

At this moment, such a sigh appeared in Yang Ling's mind. The reason why the old teacher did not have a mount was obviously because he had no money, and he was so poor that he couldn't even afford a horse...

Poor culture and rich martial arts!

The old teacher didn't think much about it. When he turned his head, he raised his hand towards Yang Ling, and a system prompt was sent to the eardrum. The system prompt: You have successfully wiped out the one-eyed cottage, completed the task of "destroying the one-eyed cottage", and received a reward: 100 [-] points of experience...

Suddenly receiving the news that the task was completed, Yang Ling was a little stunned.

There was an unexplainable uneasy feeling in my heart.

I saw that the teacher continued to ask Yang Ling: "Can you still stand up? If you can withstand a blow from an innate master, you are quite accomplished. Leave this to me, and you can leave! Hurry back as soon as possible In the city..."

Yang Ling found that when the old teacher said that he had resisted the blow of the innate master, the brows of the monk Xuan Bei shrugged and trembled a few times.However, he didn't think much about it, nodded his head hastily, didn't say anything, and trotted a few dozen steps to the front not far away to stop in front of the horse grazing on the roadside.

This horse was originally a fierce horse he was riding. When he performed the jumping technique, he resisted the force of a blow and knocked him into the air, but the horse ran for a long distance before stopping.

Without further ado, Yang Ling got on his horse and wanted to leave here first. [

He didn't care to cast a glance at Monk Xuanbei to vent out his injustice and resentment, he knew very well in his heart that he had no choice but to leave here.Only by surviving well will he have time to grow up to be able to take revenge on Monk Xuanbei!Therefore, he will not do too many actions to anger Monk Xuanbei!

drive! !

With a yell in Yang Ling's mouth, he rode his fierce horse and was about to leave.

"Hey, demonic barrier, don't try to escape, let the poor monk come and save you!!" Unexpectedly, just as Yang Ling's voice fell, Monk Xuan Bei quit. He forced Yang Ling to this point, how could he let him escape? , he could see that Yang Ling was dissatisfied with Buddhism, and he sneered at the demon barrier, but he didn't see him chasing after him.

However, there was a tremor on Yang Ling's side. Monk Xuanbei roared, and a wave of waves turned into sound waves. In an instant, Yang Ling, who was on the edge of the sound wave, trembled all over, and immediately, a wave of blood In the chest cavity, there was a crazy surge, and the stasis on the chest seemed to want to burst out...

Tinnitus and dizziness, the body on the horse's back is also precarious, about to fall off the horse.

Hissing law ~

With the scream of the fierce horse under his crotch, his knees softened and he fell down on his stomach.

Hearing the sound, Yang Ling's body trembled. He looked down and hurriedly jumped off the horse.As soon as he got off the horse's back, Lie Ma's head slowly lay down on the side. Yang Ling was startled. Immediately, he saw a lot of blood spilling from the horse's orifice, and his heart was slightly cold. It was clearly similar to the lion's roar in Shaolin Temple. Such martial arts are caused.

System prompt: You are affected by the lion's roar, and you lose 300 blood;

He lost another [-] points of qi and blood. In addition to the previous loss of qi and blood, Yang Ling only had [-] points of qi and blood left, and he could no longer withstand the next wave of lion's roar.

Immediately, even though he was angry, Yang Ling had to act rationally and calmly.

He took out another horse card and summoned a fierce horse.

Yang Ling got on the horse, shaking his body. If it wasn't for his high level of riding skills, he might not even be able to get on the horse's back in this state. After getting on the horse, Yang Ling didn't dare to delay, and immediately galloped the horse, and the sound of the horse's hooves was melodious. , Agitated a few yellow sand and dust, and walked away...

Lying on the horse's back, Yang Ling felt the energy in his chest fluttering, knowing that something was wrong with him.When he looked back, he saw the old teacher holding the three-foot Qingfeng inserted into the soil between his legs. Monk Xuanbei chased the pace...

drive! ! ~

Yang Ling couldn't care less about this scene. With a low shout, he steered the fierce horse and left the place.