Jing Ling seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, dripping down his chin and onto Xie Yun's wrist, which he was holding tightly.
Blood dripped into the palm of his fingers, and Jing Ling breathed out a fiery breath mixed with the smell of iron, raised his eyes and smiled: "I thought you lost all your internal strength, it was caused by using the bone shrinking technique for a long time..."
Slowly exerting force with his iron-like fingers, he pulled Xie Yun's dagger-holding hand out of his chest bit by bit.
"Now it seems... you really... have no internal strength at all..."
With a puff, the dagger completely detached from the muscle, and blood gushed out along the tip of the knife. Xie Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he flew back like lightning.
——However, Jing Ling moved faster than him. In an instant, he let out a roar of severe pain, swung the hook with his backhand, and knocked Xie Yun back several feet!
This attack used the thick back made of dark iron from the Soul Seizing Hook. If it had been used on the inner side, Xie Yun would have been broken into several pieces at this moment.
Even so, he still flew out, and before he landed in mid-air, Jing Ling rushed to him like a ghost, and hit his waist with another blow!
Jing Ling's stature is lean and strong, and he holds dual weapons, but he doesn't feel any stagnation and bulkiness. On the contrary, his sudden speed and momentum can only be described as terrifying. Chen Haiping and Zhou Yu, who were closest to them, saw helplessly that they could not be rescued. In desperation, Chen Haiping even blurted out: "Miss Long!"
Everyone thought that Xie Yun would be chopped into two pieces in mid-air the next moment, but in the blink of an eye, Xie Yun narrowed his eyelashes slightly, put his hands on the back of the dagger, and slammed the knife on top—
Clang!
The dagger slammed into the tip of the soul-snatching hook fiercely, and the angle was extremely precise in an instant, and in the scorching sparks, he blocked the soul-snatching hook in front of his face!
With several bangs, the two fell to the ground, Xie Yun narrowly escaped death, twisted his body up, but instead of retreating, he "sticked" in front of Jing Ling before he swung his blade and charged.
—This is actually a very basic martial art skill: long-handled weapons such as long-range attacks such as spears, long hooks, and chains, bypassing their attack radius, and engaging in close combat are the most ruthless and effective means of counterattack . Not to mention the major schools of martial arts, even small gangs and small boxing gyms, this is the first lesson that a master must teach his apprentices.
However, Xie Yun was still able to make such a precise judgment and grasp the fleeting moment when he was at such an extreme disadvantage with only a mere dagger in his hand at the frightening moment of life and death just now—the moment that unfolded The advanced level of martial arts produced is far beyond the imagination of ordinary martial arts disciples!
"Then, that dragon girl," Chen Haiping coughed up bloody foam covering his lungs, and said in amazement, "Who is that person?"
Zhou Yu was also in doubt, and suddenly raised his hand to block Chen Haiping who was about to go forward to help: "Wait a minute, brother Chen, this person may be an enemy...not a friend."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Jing Ling's eyes, and he flew back with the horizontal blade twisting wrongly, intending to distance himself and knock Xie Yun back in one fell swoop. However, Xie Yun's physical skills have reached the state of perfection, it can be called Dengping pacing the water, coming in a strange way, only listening to dozens of tinkling metal sounds, which is so fast that it is dizzying, and sometimes only Jing Ling's painful groan "Oh!" said.
Zhou Yu was stunned and said: "The one surnamed Jing is at a disadvantage?!"
But Chen Haiping blurted out: "No! Be careful!"
At the critical moment, Xie Yun's left hand, which had been wounded and wrapped up before, bent up, and pressed the bony elbow against Jing Ling's throat. At the same time, holding the dagger in his right hand, he stabbed it out from under his left arm soundlessly.
——At that moment, his back was completely exposed, and his back was completely exposed in front of the soul hook, almost without any hindrance.
However, the sneak attack of the short dagger was unpredictable, and suddenly pierced Jing Ling's left heart—
"The third time," Xie Yun said softly.
"The third time." Under the scorching sun in the martial arts field, the instructor's indifferent voice sounded suddenly.
The little red-haired boy fell heavily to the ground, sweat mixed with dust all over his body, the pain and humiliation were like boundless darkness, almost swallowing the last trace of consciousness.
The coach looked at the winner, then at the children on the ground, raised his hand and waved, "Drag on."
The two warriors walked towards the child, and when they were about to stretch out their hands to drag him, they saw him struggling to support his body and getting up staggeringly: "I... I will walk by myself..."
The samurai looked at the instructor, who frowned impatiently.
"you this-"
"My lord," the attendant suddenly trotted over from the side, and said in a low voice, "just now the envoy Yun just happened to pass by and said he wanted to see this child."
The chirping of cicadas on the trees shook the sky, and the sunlight passed through the leaves, casting colorful and swaying light and shadows on the ground.
A young man wearing a mask and a light white robe stood under a tree surrounded by several people. He turned his head and looked up and down at the little boy in distress. His gaze stayed on his dirty face with beautiful features but a gloomy expression. for a moment.
"What's the name?" he asked.
"..."
"I just saw that your moves are good, why is your right arm weak?"
"..."
Someone behind him urged sharply: "Emissary Yun asked you something, answer it quickly!"
The little boy was stubbornly silent, and there was a trace of resentment hidden in the eyes of Yunshi.
Yunshi raised his hand to block the others, stretched out the tip of the dagger sheath, and slightly raised the sleeve of the little boy's right arm.
—A bandage mixed with blood was protruding from the inside of his elbow!
Emissary Yun was obviously not surprised, put down his sleeves and asked, "Did you fight privately?"
Although the Gods and Ghosts Sect strictly forbids private fights, the strict prohibition means that there are, and it is quite normal for children of this age to fight privately and even cause deaths. The little boy gritted his teeth tightly and said nothing, and the envoy Yun didn't ask any more questions, but just stared at him for a while, a little pity gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he saw himself in him who was similar to him many years ago.
"Your move is wrong," Yunshi said slowly.
He raised the little boy's left arm, signaling him to press his elbow to his chin. At the same time, half of his body, his right palm cut in at a very light and concealed angle, and the sharp fingertips were rushing towards his throat.
The little boy realized something, and the emissary Yun demonstrated it again.
"Understood?"
"..." The little boy finally said hoarsely: "Yes."
Yun Shi wanted to turn around and leave, but the little boy suddenly grabbed his sleeve and knelt down with a plop: "Bold boy, please use Yun Shi's dagger!"
The expressions of the people around him changed slightly, and the envoy Yun turned his head, as if hesitating for a moment, but the little boy's hand holding on to his cuff did not loosen at all, and the nails were full of blood and black dirt.
After a long while, the envoy Yun finally threw the jewel-encrusted dagger to him.
"take it."
The little boy took the dagger, kowtowed neatly, got up and walked towards the sandy training field under the scorching sun.
The envoy Yun didn't stay any longer, but turned around and walked away surrounded by his subordinates.
However, this time they didn't go very far, suddenly there was a loud roar from the direction of the martial arts field behind them, and then there was a burst of applause!
The envoy Yun stopped for a while, and after a while, someone came quickly and cupped his hands, leaning over his ear and whispering, "Emissary Yun! That kid used that trick just now... the tip of the knife was hidden in the palm of his hand. Find… "
"Kill the opponent..."
Yun Shi gently closed his eyes.
The roar of applause and the midsummer cicadas mingled together, and the hustle and bustle gradually turned into silence in the wind, brushing away his robe and temple hair.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and walked forward without looking back:
"Tell him that there is no need to return the dagger."
·
In the back mountain courtyard of Duanjianzhuang, the point of the knife pierced out in the night, but Jing Ling looked at Xie Yun with a strange smile on his face: "The dagger... I took it."
Xie Yun subconsciously knew it was not good, but it was too late.
Just before the sneak attack was about to succeed, Jing Ling let go of the soul-capturing hook like a prophet, and the heavy iron hook fell to the ground with a bang; at the same time, he withdrew his free hand, snap! With a sound, it accurately caught Xie Yun's blade that stabbed silently.
Xie Yun's eyes changed slightly, and then severe pain struck. Jing Ling watched him with a smile, and tightened his wrist tightly.
Amidst the terrifying creaking sound of wrist bones squeezing, the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
"Remember? This trick is you..."
when!
Before Jing Ling finished speaking, Chen Haiping flew out, forcing him back a few steps with a sword!
"Miss Long, let's go!"
Jing Ling was caught off guard, and retreated several feet before avoiding Chen Haiping's sword. Immediately, he was furious, and with a hook, he knocked Chen Haiping's long sword into the air, and then hit his back with the hook.
boom! With a muffled sternum, Chen Haiping's blood spurted out wildly, and his body flew back two or three feet uncontrollably, before Zhou Yu stepped forward desperately to hold him up.
Jing Ling stood firm, glanced at Chen Haiping who was kneeling on the ground panting, and said coldly: "I don't know how to live or die..."
"—You!" Zhou Yu was so angry that he couldn't help but stepped forward with his sword, but Jing Ling waved his hand at his opponent and wrote lightly: "Clear the field."
There was a sudden silence around.
Immediately afterwards, the meaning represented by those two short words made everyone's eyes widen in amazement at the same time!
The clanging sword was unsheathed, and the killers of the Shenguimen who were guarding around the front hall immediately rushed forward. The disciples of the major martial arts sects also reacted one after another. They all realized that there must be a fierce battle today, and they greeted each other with angry roars.
In an instant, the entire front yard became a shura field of swords, lights and swords.
And in the middle of the open space, Jing Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Yun who was standing not far away, and after a while he showed a somewhat cruel smile: "Are you wondering why I saw through that one just now?"
Xie Yun rubbed his right wrist expressionlessly in front of him—people who practice shrinking bones tend to dislocate, and Jing Ling's grip had forced the wrist bone out of place, and he just straightened it with a click after landing.
"I'm a little curious," he said flatly.
Jing Ling didn't answer right away, but leaned over and picked up the sharp dagger inlaid with gold and treasures on the ground, and looked it up and down in his hand. Although the shouts and killings around him were loud, his tone was very leisurely, even like an old chat: "You seem to have always liked to collect such short weapons that are more decorative than practical..."
Xie Yun said: "Because when you have no money, you can dig out gems and exchange them for money."
This answer was quite unexpected, and Jing Ling looked at Xie Yun with a little surprise: "Very good. It turns out that the dagger you gave me was inlaid with various gems because of this reason... Fortunately, I haven't thrown it away for so many years .”
Xie Yun said, "I don't remember."
Jing Ling asked again: "Don't you want to know why I saw through the sneak attack just now?"
While rubbing his wrists, Xie Yun turned his face slightly to the side, frowning slightly.
"Because you taught me," Jing Ling met his gaze and said word by word, "Because you taught me that move."
— If you look carefully, Jing Ling's hand holding the dagger was very tight when he said this, and his knuckles even felt a little knotted and protruding.
However, without even thinking about it, Xie Yun shook his head and laughed: "No... I really can't remember."
"I've seen too many things, I've killed too many people, and I may have given away some small things to others. It's been too long and I've forgotten them all. Keep the dagger if you like it," he jokingly paused, and said, " I have many more."
In an instant, Jing Ling's palm was clenched extremely tightly.
But it was only for a moment, and soon he let go of his fingers, and lazily dropped the dagger on the ground.
"It doesn't matter." He said, "Don't worry about the things outside your body. Anyway, you are destined to give your life to me today. After you get down, you will naturally remember who killed you."
The last few words of that sentence were extremely clear, yet extremely low-pitched. Immediately, from Jing Ling's body and even from the soul-robbing hook, there was a strong and cold aura like a needle prick—
That is killing intent.
Since meeting Xie Yun in the main hall of Forging Sword Manor until now, although he has confronted each other several times, this is the first time that he is uncontrollable, exuding a strong, hatred, and endless killing intent.
Holding the hook in both hands, Jing Ling stepped forward towards Xie Yun, lifting the tip of the hook inch by inch like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.
At this moment in the front yard there were clashes of weapons, screams, and screams one after another. Corpses fell one after another amid blood splatters, and the surroundings were like Shura hell; torches were burning around the open space, and severed swords were everywhere. The wet blood on the blade was dripping into the dark soil.
Xie Yun finally let go of his wrist: "Can you really kill me?"
Jing Ling had already walked in front of him, this distance allowed Xie Yun's wind-blown hair to reach his side, so close that it seemed that he could easily cut off the head of the hateful person in front of him with a stretch of hand.
"Why," Jing Ling said coldly, "Are you planning to use your rich practical experience to defeat me this time, senior?"
Xie Yun shook his head and said, "No."
He raised his hand to hold down Jing Ling's strong arm, and it was easy, even gentle, but Jing Ling felt almost immediately that a terrifying internal force was rapidly gathering in Xie Yun's pulse, and within a few breaths, Filled to an extremely terrifying situation!
Jing Ling's expression changed drastically: "What's going on?!"
"I was supposed to endure the last three days, but this year will be over..." Xie Yun sighed, a huge pattern emerged from his back and stretched out, dragon-shaped tattoos surrounded his whole body, the dragon's head went around his left shoulder and stopped on his chest, even the slender side neck A corner of the hideous tattoo emerged.
At the same time, a strong airflow spiraled up from the soles of his feet, engulfed with sharp blade-like zhenqi, and spread away in all directions in an instant!
"Junior Brother," Xie Yun said, "No matter how rich the actual combat experience is, it is useless until it is suppressed by an absolutely powerful force, you know?"
The next moment, he easily took the soul hook, slashed his hand horizontally, blood burst out, and Jing Ling was chopped off in a flash!