I have many teachers

Chapter 363 You Are Not Worthy (Thanks to the leader of Shenhai No. 22) ([-])

Outside Fengyue City, next to the official road.

The sharp cold light hardly stopped, and the horizontal knife slashed down again. The blade trembled, wrapped in pure white air waves, and slashed fiercely at the two broken blades who crossed the defense.

The man in black's face paled slightly, and he almost vomited blood. He forced himself to feel uncomfortable, and slashed obliquely with the cutting blade in his hand, intending to cut off Yan Ling's wrist, but the latter seemed to ignore it.

The Daqin Hengsword pierced towards the opponent's heart with the brutal saber technique of killing both.

Trade injury for death.

Even if you try your best not to, it will make you bleed on the spot.

Yan Ling's eyes were calmly terrifying.

The man in black gritted his teeth, and the number of weapons in his hand changed again, like a fish swimming in water, changing to a more delicate and delicate number, and forcibly stopped the horizontal knife that was slashing down.

But after all, he changed his moves forcibly, using at most seven-tenths of his normal strength, his complexion turned pale again, and he half-kneeled on the ground almost being slashed by the force of the horizontal knife.

Where the weapons collided, sharp debris formed and fell to the ground, blasting out many potholes.

Dust was flying from the dirt, and Yan Ling's pupils never showed the slightest emotion.

It just increased the strength of the knife in his hand.

The man in black gradually realized that it was difficult to hold on. When they fought just now, Yan Ling relied on a Daqin Hengsao to almost use the word fierce and ruthless in martial arts to the limit. The man in black was like drunk and mad. He intends to leave his life here now, so that he has to follow the rhythm of strict orders.

The latter's momentum became more and more violent, but it was difficult for him to fully display his own strength.

If you continue like this, you will be injured for another forty or fifty times, and once you are injured, you will die here sooner or later.

The man in black gritted his teeth, released the strength of the weapon in his hand, and moved back a few feet, but Yan Ling seemed to have been on guard against this move, and the blade in his hand was slightly deflected a few degrees, and he slashed down , A bloodstain was drawn on the shoulder of the man in black, and blood gushed out.

Then, like a shadow, he held a knife in both hands, the blade tore through the air, and only a little coldness could be seen in the eyes of the man in black.

But the obvious tingling can already be felt in the throat.

His heart became ruthless, and the blades in his hands crossed, as if he had the same defense as before, but his footwork was different. The muscles of his left arm were tense, and his internal force was running like a dragon and a tiger, but his right arm was relaxed, as if it was hollow.

From the outside, it looks like he is holding on to his defense, but inside he has already formed a yin and yang cycle. As long as Yan Ling's knife cuts over, he will be restrained by this move. Under the yin and yang cycle, Yan Ling's knife can pierce his chest Shoulders, or waists, are not fatal.

But the blade in his palm took advantage of the situation to counterattack, reversed and swept upwards, but it was enough to cut a big hole in the latter's neck.

This trick of yin and yang has helped him overcome countless difficulties.

The only question is whether Yan Ling's knife will slash so straightforwardly.

The man in black had already begun to feel happy in his heart.

Does this require any doubt?
Thinking back to the madness and dominance of the strict sword technique just now, he didn't have the slightest doubt in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on the front, his breathing was a little short, and the blood in his body was surging wildly. In this special state, everything he saw seemed to be slowed down. He could see the other party's cold eyes. Like Han Yu's pupils, he could see Yan Ling's palm tightly holding the handle of the knife.

He could see that the Daqin-style horizontal knife had a sharp edge, pushing out the air on both sides and coming straight.

The knife stopped abruptly.

Just when the joy in the man in black's heart reached its peak, only the strength carried on the blade was still moving forward by inertia, the man in black felt a tearing pain from his face, the black The mask couldn't bear the tearing force, and finally turned into pieces, flying and scattering.

A middle-aged man's face was revealed. This face was very simple and looked very honest.

A person who looks very honest is not necessarily honest.

The knife in Yan Ling's hand happened to stand on top of the two broken blades, but the blade didn't have the slightest energy. Since it was a tactic of yin and yang confusion and a late attack, then naturally there was no way to exert its power at this time. Two broken blades got stuck.

Holding the horizontal knife, Yan Ling said with a calm expression:
"Is it a surprise?"

"Unfortunately, I happen to have the judgment ability that a normal person should have."

The man in black opened his eyes slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

At the same time, the knife in Yan Ling's hand was like a piece of bluestone, pressing firmly on the two broken blades, making it impossible for him to reverse his strength and counterattack, and even because of the angle, he couldn't pull it out. The man in black on the opposite side suddenly spoke and said:
"And my teacher told me two things, the first thing is, don't believe what the enemy shows."

"You really think I'm crazy?"

The young man's voice was flat, but the ears of the man in black were full of sarcasm.

At this moment, Yan Ling's right knee suddenly bent, and he slammed into the opponent's abdomen. It was only at this moment that the latter finally confirmed that he had misread, and got on the road. At this time, Yan Ling's weapon was pressing on his chest. Duan Ren, although he has no way to use the weapon, but the former is equivalent to giving up the knife in his hand, and the two sides can only fight close to each other.

The internal force surged, forming a layer of defense in the abdomen, and at the same time, the left knee bent, and also slammed into Yan Ling's abdomen.

Yan Ling's knee hit the abdomen of the man in black. The latter was prepared for the possibility of his viscera being impacted with energy, but he found that this move hadn't even penetrated his defense, and his own left knee carried With [-]% strength, he slammed into Yan Ling's abdomen hard, and it felt soft to the touch, not the feeling of being blocked by strength.

The black-clothed man's heart skipped a beat.

But at the moment when the latter was distracted, Yan Ling turned the knife in his palm into a thorn, and stabbed forward suddenly. The man in black was distracted, and the yin and yang disordered moves failed to be displayed in time, even though he had reacted in time Coming over, he blocked the weapon in Yan Ling's hand with the weapon in both hands, and still felt a pain in his neck, and the blade of the horizontal knife had pierced a little.

Blood slid down the blade.

In his terrified pupils, the young man facing him was reflected, and the slightly pale face was reflected.

Yan Ling's eyes were black and bright, because he took a tough move just now, some blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, the blood red, jet black, and pale form a very strong contrast. Although he was injured, Yan Ling's aura never showed the slightest sluggishness. Looking at the man opposite, road:
"The second thing my teacher told me, don't believe what your enemies say."

"I'm sorry, I'm really a lunatic."

The young man's voice was flat, but the man in black on the opposite side felt a mocking anger and unspeakable fear. He was speechless and could only stop the horizontal knife with all his strength.

It's just an almost instinctive reaction to anyone dying.

Yan Ling held the knife in both hands, and stabbed the horizontal knife into the opponent's neck. The blades collided and rubbed together, making a harsh sound. He looked at the man in black who was still resisting, and said leisurely:

"there's one more thing."

"Do you know why I know you are from Baihutang?"

The man in black didn't pay attention to Yan Ling at all at this time, but when he talked about Baihutang, his face still changed slightly, Yan Ling smiled, his eyes were cold, reflecting the struggling opponent, and said:

"You told me."

"I don't know if that girl is a member of the sect, or if it's a vendetta. I just lied to you, so you said it yourself..."

Even though the man in black on the opposite side knew that Yan Ling was planning to break his state of mind with words, he couldn't help trembling after hearing what the latter said.

Recalling what Yan Ling said just now, there are actually many flaws, but the latter's confident and calm attitude made him ignore this point, and he secretly hated it, but he still could restrain himself.

But at this moment, Yan Ling suddenly spoke, and said in a low voice:
"You are indeed a member of the White Tiger Hall."

The man in black was startled for a moment, and then he realized that he had been cheated again just now, and the resentment in his heart was almost uncontrollable. Breaking through the black-clothed man's double-blade block, directly pierced his neck.

Holding the knife in his right hand and palm in his left hand, he pressed the handle of the knife, leaned forward, pierced the opponent's neck with the knife, and pushed it forward dozens of steps like a mad beast.

Amidst the clanging sound, he was actually nailed to the dead tree behind him, the blade entered the tree and pierced it out. The man in black was obviously dead, but because of the tenacious vitality of the seventh-rank warrior, it seemed that he hadn't expire.

Yan Ling exhaled, straightened his body, and said lightly:
"Do you have any companions here?"

There was a look of sarcasm in the man's eyes, and he didn't answer, but Yan Ling nodded and said:
"and also."

Even when the man in black was dying, he still showed a sluggish look, Yan Ling continued to ask as if he had never seen it before:

"Better than you?"

"It seems that you are just three of them..."

"not here?"

"I see……"

Accompanied by Yan Ling's murmur, the expression in the martial artist's eyes gradually changed, becoming more and more frightening, as if seeing a ghost, as if the young man in front of him was not a mortal, but a judge from the Palace of Yama.

If not, how can you see what you think in your heart?
After Yan Ling asked about the news he wanted to know, he glanced at him and said:
"When a person dies, the will collapses, and I don't need your answer."

"I will find all the answers on your face. Sometimes the body is much more reliable than words."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and he said again:
"Right, there's one more thing."

The corner of the young man's mouth seemed to be slightly raised, and he was full of mockery in the blurred vision of the man in black.

"When we fought just now, the last sentence was also a lie to you..."

"You are from the White Tiger Hall, I have known it since the beginning."

"Because only the warriors of Baihutang are so sensitive to the distance of ten steps."

The remaining consciousness of the black-clothed warrior remembered when Yan Ling first appeared, and kept a distance of ten steps away from himself. Yan Ling, eyes full of hatred, said:

"you……"

But at this time, Yan Ling stepped back, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, raised his left hand, turned it to the right side of the handle, and pushed with force.

Amidst the sound of explosions, the horizontal knife in his palm slashed obliquely, splitting the dead tree and half of the neck of the man in Baihutang.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Yan Ling took a deep breath, looked down at the hatred in the man's eyes, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"Everything in the world is scattered after death, resentment and ecstasy, the past is forgotten, and peace returns."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and then he laughed lightly again, the laughter was no longer calm, but a little wild.

"You are not worthy..."

"Do you know?"

With a shake of his wrist, the long knife in his palm was swung horizontally, and the blood stained on it was thrown on the ground, leaving a sharp bloodstain.

PS: Today's second update...

Thank you for the lord reward of Deep Sea II... Super super thank you... It's too late today, I can't add more updates with my handicap (crying), please allow me to owe you for a while, and I will use the super long chapter later Or repay the debt slowly...

　Thanks to the leader of Shenhai No. 500, Yilaiyue’s 100 starting coins, and Xia Chong’s [-] starting coins, thank you
　　
　　
　
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