Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 1038 Yin Yang Sword Master
Xiao Ling shot with all his strength, vowing to kill all these strong men.

If he hadn't practiced the Eight-door Dunjia to open the four doors, and internally cultivated the blood-reversing magic skill, he would have fallen down long ago. However, he is getting more and more fierce now, and he just put away the Wufeng sword, and rushed straight towards those killers. Wuxiu.

call out!
Xiao Ling used Zongyun footwork, leaped over, left a phantom in the space, and dodged dozens of attacks.

"What a quick footwork, at least an earth-level martial skill..."

The faces of the martial artists present changed slightly, Xiao Ling usually rarely used body skills, but after Xiao Ling used body skills, they realized that Xiao Ling was serious and did not intend to confront them head-on.

boom!boom!boom!
Xiao Ling didn't use martial skills, just punched out like this, each punch hit a martial artist.

puff!

Although Xiao Ling was seriously injured and did not use any martial arts skills, his physical strength was extremely terrifying. The body of the martial artist who hit Xiao Ling's fist was almost torn apart, and suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of martial artists who bore the brunt were all blasted into blood mist by Xiao Ling.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. They didn't expect Xiao Ling's combat power to be so terrifying. If they still rushed forward, a lot of people would probably die again. Seeing this, many people immediately stopped in their tracks, not daring to move forward.

All of a sudden, Xiao Ling stood up bathed in blood, scaring away many strong men.

"A few mice, do you want to continue hiding?"

Xiao Ling put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and said indifferently: "If you want to make a move, do it, I have already spotted you."

"Ruthless Xiao Ling, I admire your sensitive insight."

A laugh came from the sky, and then, under the gaze of countless eyes, six figures tore through the space and stepped out of the space, exuding a monstrous aura, which at least reached the realm of a martial saint!

The leader is a middle-aged man wearing a yin and yang robe. The man is carrying two swords, and his aura is the strongest among the six. His eyes are indifferent, and he said coldly: "Xiao Ling, you are exhausted, there is no need to continue to resist .”

"Yin-Yang Sword Master!"

After seeing this person, many Wuxiu exclaimed, showing solemn expressions.

"The Yin-Yang Sword Master is very low-key in the medicine field. He is a sword master! Although his strength is at the level of a one-star martial saint, his Yin-Yang swordsmanship is already superb, and he can be invincible in the hands of a two-star martial saint."

Someone who knew the Sword Master of Yin-Yang immediately told the origin of the Sword Master of Yin-Yang.

"Then who are the other five people? I have never heard of them." A young man asked.

"The other five people are all martial saints and powerful people, and they are all well-known figures in the medicine field."

An old man with his hands behind his back looked at the people in the sky, and said without hesitation: "The old man in the red robe is called Chixue Patriarch. The old man surrounded by thunder is called Lei Gezi, the ancestor of Yunlei Sect. The old man Yadong, the ancestor of the Wu family, they are all strong men of the older generation, they rarely show up..."

This old man is a half-step martial saint, born in the same era as these martial saints, so he is very familiar with these people.

"They are all great martial saints, one rank higher than Bingxuan and others. This time, Xiao Ling is in danger..." The old man shook his head. Although Xiao Ling was shocked, but after going through many battles, he has already With all the fuel running out, facing the Yin-Yang Sword Master and others, they are no opponents at all.

"Xiao Ling, kneel down and beg for mercy, go with the old man, maybe the old man can spare your life!"

The Red Blood Ancestor laughed loudly, his blood robe was dancing and flying, there seemed to be howling ghosts and wolves, and a strong smell of blood swept over, which showed that he was not a good stubble, and I don't know how many innocent creatures he killed.

"Xiao Ling, I think you're still young, so you should surrender, and you won't be afraid of running out of firewood if you keep the green hills."

The old city owner of Yunxiao City said, and then the old man Yadong, the ancestor of the Wu family, and Lei Gezi all surrounded Xiao Ling and persuaded them hard. In fact, they each had their own ghosts, and they couldn't tell whether Xiao Ling had any means. However, if Xiao Ling got mad, some of them would definitely die, so they didn't dare to act immediately, but tried it out first.

"I'm really sorry, the word surrender is not in my dictionary."

Xiao Ling raised his head, and smiled at the old city lord Yunxiao and the others with his blood-stained delicate face, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and said: "What's more, just because you guys are old and immortal, you think you can eat me Is there anyone who wants to die, just die!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the old city master Yunxiao and the others were ugly. They were strong ones after all. If Xiao Ling's strength was at its peak, they would immediately pat their butts and leave, but Xiao Ling is now exhausted, how dare he do this Arrogant, their self-esteem has been seriously challenged.

"Arrogant and ignorant!"

Lei Gezi yelled violently, his voice was like thunder, and it lasted for a long time in front of everyone's ears, saying: "You are only a dying person now, it is easy to kill you! If you want to keep the whole body, you can Hand over the opportunity!"

"What Lei Gezi said is true."

The old man Yadong stroked his beard and said calmly: "Xiao Ling, there is no need for you to continue to struggle, and it is futile to continue to struggle. We are all top martial saints. If we join forces to attack you, you have no chance of winning."

"Xiao Ling, kneel down and surrender, I'll leave your whole body behind." The ancestor of the Wu family sneered.

The rest of the people sneered again and again, thinking that Xiao Ling was sure.

"Xiao Ling, I admire your talent."

The Yin-Yang Sword Saint stepped forward, surrounded by Yin-Yang sword energy, the momentum was huge, the sword energy was unparalleled, looked at Xiao Ling indifferently, and said: "However, you have experienced many battles, and you have already run out of fuel, so it is difficult to have the strength to fight .In your current state, it is impossible to activate the ninth-order profound weapon at all, and I am waiting to kill you, which is undoubtedly to get something out of your pocket."

"Of course, I think you are a talent. As long as you hand over the opportunity, I will negotiate with other people and find a way for you to survive."

The Yin-Yang Sword Saint swears. Frankly speaking, he doesn't want to test Xiao Ling's methods. He doesn't know what methods Xiao Ling has, but he understands that Xiao Ling has almost no fighting power at the moment. If Xiao Ling really wants to go shopping, he I think one or two of them will probably die.

"Hehe, stop being hypocritical in front of me."

Xiao Ling couldn't help laughing, which made the Yin Yang Sword Master and the others look unhappy.

"If you want to get my chance, then come and try my methods."

Xiao Ling restrained his smile, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and said: "Whether you let me go or not, I can tell you that I will never let you go!"

"This son is stubborn, why bother talking nonsense with him, let's fight together and kill him!" the old city lord of Yunxiao said angrily.

"I'm here to learn his methods."

The Yin-Yang Sword Master waved his hands, moved his body, and came a hundred meters away from Xiao Ling. The two swords on his back began to buzz, and the sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was about to fly out of its sheath.

"Miss Pingting, you must save Xiao Ling."

Hong Lin tugged on Xia Pingting's clothes, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, Xiao Ling repelled many strong men, she was already relieved, but in the end six more martial arts strong men made their move, she was completely desperate.

"What can I do?"

Xia Pingting's face was filled with bitterness, her beautiful eyes looked at Xiao Ling, and she sighed softly, Xiao Ling's enemies had no end at all, and these six martial saints are all top-notch existences, even if the ancestors of the Xia family came forward, they might not be able to save Xiao Ling Ling.

"You can only look at Mr. Xiao himself."

Xia Pingting comforted Hong Lin, and said softly, "Young Master Xiao is an evil genius. He can destroy the Five Poison Sages and deal with these six Martial Saints. I think he should do it..."

In the end, Xia Pingting didn't have any confidence in her heart. From her point of view, Xiao Ling had already run out of energy, and it was already a great thing to defeat many strong men. A veteran martial artist, Xiao Ling is in danger.

"Xiao Ling, it seems that you have already made up your mind."

With his hands behind his hands, the Yin-Yang Sword Master stared at Xiao Ling indifferently with arrogance, and said: "Since I debuted, I don't know how many days I have killed. If you add it, there are at least a hundred."

"Hehe, I have also killed quite a few Martial Saints, including you guys, there should be more than a dozen." Xiao Ling smiled lightly, without any fear.

"I don't know how high the sky is."

The Yin-Yang Sword Master sneered, and said, "I don't really care about your chances. I only care about your Emperor Sword and Tiantian-level swordsmanship. As long as you hand over these two things to me, I will keep you safe and sound."

"I just don't know if you have your life to take it." Xiao Ling mocked.

"Forget it, you are a hard bone. Only by breaking your hard bone can I get what I want."

The Yin-Yang Sword Master didn't continue to talk nonsense, and with a thought, he shot directly. Behind him, a fire sword and an ice sword burst out of the air, making this world into a world of ice and fire.

call out!call out!call out!
The fire sword and ice sword exuded terrifying ice and fire sword aura, and finally these sword auras turned into tornadoes and burst out through the air. Wherever they passed, those spaces were all fragmented, and those space fragments swept away like a tide.

"What a terrifying sword energy!"

Seeing the Yin-Yang Sword Master make a move, many sword-wielding martial artists showed shock. The Yin-Yang Sword Master's methods are too powerful, so powerful that they worship him. No one thinks that Xiao Ling can survive.

Xiao Ling looked at the roaring ice and fire sword qi, and sneered, even this mere sword qi would hurt him, so the Yin-Yang Sword Master really thought he was a fish on the chopping board?
boom!
Xiao Ling did not retreat but advanced, and punched out, Zilian's blood fire and Juehua Xinbing surrounded the fist, causing the surrounding space to distort continuously.

Rumble!
Xiao Ling punched the ice and fire sword energy, and suddenly, a terrifying explosion sounded, and the violent vitality turned into a torrent, sweeping towards all directions. Of course, this kind of momentum is naturally not comparable to that of Xiao Ling and the five poisons When the Holy Flood is fighting.

"It seems that you still have some strength, and it is worth my all-out shot."

The Yin-Yang Sword Saint frowned slightly, holding a fire sword in one hand and an ice sword in the other, standing in mid-air, exuding ice and fire sword aura around him, and proudly said: "Xiao Ling, die!"

(End of this chapter)