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Lin Zhennan sighed and said: "The Qingcheng School is a famous school, and it is not comparable to my Fuwei Escort. The descendants of the descendants are not filial and fail to comprehend the success of Yuan Tu Gong's martial arts, which puts the family in shame and shame the ancestor.

"But Lin has to be a ghost even when he died. I asked myself that I never offended the Qingcheng faction at all. Today you are so troubled, what is it?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, that is, if you refuse to confess guilt and get caught, then don't blame me for waiting for the sword and no eyes. It will inevitably be killed and injured.

Hou Renying has no fear, not only because their brothers present here are outstanding among the younger generation of the Qingcheng faction, ordinary green forest bandits can be wiped out with their hands, this Fuwei Escort has long been different from Lin Yuantu back then. .

What's more, he knew that Master Yu Canghai must be paying attention at this time. Although he didn't show up due to his face, he never changed anything.

"In that case, why bother talking nonsense."

Ji Wushang took the sword that was handed over by the trip, and said softly.

"Okay, I just want to learn about your Lin family's evil swordsmanship."

Hou Renying laughed loudly and said: "It is said that Lin Yuantu created a 72-way swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits back then, which shocked the world. I wonder how much of the true story you got?"

Cang!

At that time, Renying drew his sword and rushed forward. Seeing Ji Wushen face without waves, standing with the sword, he could not help but show contempt.

The sword moves with him, the tip of the sword trembles, the middle palace is straight forward, strong and domineering, fast as a gust of wind, extremely fierce, Songfeng swordsmanship lives up to its reputation.

As a leader of the younger generation of Qingcheng School of Songfeng View, Hou Renying is not a mediocre person. Mrs. Lin Zhennanlin was shocked when she saw the other party. She did it before the other party said it. But it was her precious son who faced his sword directly.

"Pingzhi retreat, you are not his opponent, don't try to be strong."

His own son, of course, knew that since the time when he was far away, the Lin family's swordsmanship for warding off evil spirits was not as good as one generation, and Lin Pingzhi's martial arts could not be better known.

Usually practice with the dart master, people dare not show his true ability to let him, usually bullying the ruffian hooligans is OK, really facing the master, I am afraid that it will be life threatening.

Thinking about it, he wanted to draw his sword to stop Waiting Renying's sword move.

Ji Wushang hadn't heard of it. Looking at the powerful blade, Hou Renying's sword seemed very sharp, but it seemed that countless flaws fell into his eyes.

Hou Renying saw that Ji Wushang did not attack and could not retreat, as if frightened stupidly, she sneered, and the sword was merciless and took the key.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in Hou Renying's eyes.

Like a silver thread, and like a plume of smoke.

It flashes and vanishes, like an illusion.

Waiting for Renying to raise her eyes again, that Ji Wushang figure has disappeared.

"What about people?"

Suddenly, Hou Renying's face was twisted and hideous, and there was endless panic in his eyes.

"what!!"

A heart-piercing scream was made in Hou Renying's mouth.

Then what fell into everyone's eyes were splashes of blood, a broken arm, a long sword, and Hou Renying who was gradually falling to the ground.

Unexpected results by no one.

Lin Zhennan, the escort guards, and the Qingcheng sect disciples, were all stared at this moment, dumbfounded.

What was incompatible with it was that Ji Wushang didn't know when he was standing behind Hou Renying. On that handsome face, he was still calm.

Gently discarded the empty scabbard in his hand, the long sword did not know when it was out of the sheath, and the sword was not stained with blood.

No one saw him draw his sword, no one saw him move, and no one saw when he swung his sword.

Silent, like a ghost.

There is a chill in life, and the hair is chilling.

Ji Wushang remained unmoved, calmly, and walked towards the other Qingcheng Sect disciples, holding the long sword in his hand at will, full of flaws.

As a major disciple of the Qingcheng School, Hou Renying is a second-rate martial artist. He is famous in the world and is far from ordinary. A group of seniors are even more convinced of him. It was difficult for all Qingcheng disciples to accept it, as if in a dream.

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the senior brothers, Hong Renxiong gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "This kid is evil, let's go together."

This roar seemed to dispel their fear.

In an instant, with the three major disciples Hong Renxiong, Yu Renhao, and Luo Renjie as the heads, dozens of long swords were formed into a net, and the cold light was terrifying.

The sword shadow is heavy, and the killing intent is permeated.

Seeing Ji Wushang being shrouded in sword light, Lin Zhennan looked shocked.

Although he was surprised at the ghost and charm of Ji Wushang's swordsmanship, he was not even the young handsome man like Hou Renying who was famous for his sword, but at this time, he saw this sword formation that he was terrified and frightened all at once. I feel that my son is still safe and sound.

"The rats deceive the less by more, and everyone will follow me."

Lin Zhennan roared and waved his long sword, greeted a crowd of escorts to rush forward, trying to relieve Ji without injury.

"No need."

Ji Wushang's calm voice sounded.

Immediately, Lin Zhennan and others saw a scene where even them were awe-inspiring.

The figure of Ji Wushang who was under the sword shadows dispersed like smoke, and several silver lights suddenly appeared, breaking through the sword net, bright and bright.

Chapter 8, The so-called warding off evil

The four blood springs rose from the Qingcheng faction disciples, wailed a few times, and landed on several arms with long swords.

That green shadow is like a ghost, and the body is like a dragon flying.

The long sword is even more bizarre, as fast as silver electricity, and every time it flickers, it brings up a bloody flower.

The remaining Qingcheng Sect disciples were shocked and horrified, only to find that Ji Wushang's sword was too weird, and the Songfeng swordsmanship they were so proud of seemed to be embroidered with fists.

No matter how exquisite their extraordinary performance is, that Ji Wushang's sword despises nothing and never accepts moves. Each sword seems to be purely for killing.

This is fundamentally different from the martial arts they used to know.

Unchanging moves, not breaking moves, only offensive but not defensive, extremely extreme.

This is a killing technique that exists specifically for killing.

That every move and every sword looked mediocre, but under that strange speed, it became terrifying, making people endlessly scared.

There is offense and no defense, the sword will kill, but the quick will not break.