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Chapter 31 Black Knife-The fish that slipped through the net [Retrial has passed]

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    Yu Ling entered the valley and the palace with one person and one sword, while Ling Shan and the other three were waiting at the entrance of the valley.

    This valley is not big, and the terrain of this place is slightly higher. Standing here, you can overlook the situation in the entire valley.

    Not long after they saw Yu Ling's figure submerged in the gate of the main hall in the valley, they all heard a ferocious cry from the Black Sword Ancestor. From among the houses in the valley, a figure, no less than twenty people, rushed out.  , they are all obscene monks under his sect, and many of them are dressing up while running, which shows that they were doing evil things before!

    They were not worried about Yu Ling. The so-called "capturing the enemy general's head in the midst of thousands of troops" meant that for people like her, whose martial arts had reached this level, unless the besiegers were all of the same level or only one and a half levels behind,  Otherwise, few people are afraid of being besieged.  As for the entire Black Sword Sect, except for the Black Sword Ancestor, the rest can only be regarded as crooked melons and cracked jujubes, posing no threat to Yu Ling.

    Sure enough, when the group of people rushed into the hall one after another, after just a dozen breaths, heavy wails resounded throughout the valley.

    The figure of a monk disappeared at the door. There was something outside the hall that reflected the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.  Then I saw seven or eight evil men and lecherous monks coming out of the main hall, calling their father and mother and running towards the mouth of the valley, as if they wished they had two more legs!

    The next moment, Yu Ling appeared outside the palace door, but she walked slowly step by step, with no intention of chasing after her.

    With her body and light skills, there is absolutely no possibility for these second-rate and third-rate people to escape. There is a reason why she is not chasing her right now - she intends to use these evil people who are bent on slipping through the net to hone the martial arts of her two disciples.  .

    Mingyue Tian has recently completed the Little Zhou Tian, ??making all twelve serious principles accessible. Therefore, although he is still young, he is already a real second-rate person in the world. Some of the famous wealthy guests in the world are only at this level, and they are worthy of it.  A master sentence.  Although Lingshan has only mastered the four meridians of Little Zhoutian, she has been diligently practicing Donglai Sword Technique for nearly two months after traveling westward. Although she has not yet mastered its magic, it has begun to take shape.  He is worthy of a head-on fight, but what he lacks is actual combat training, and today is his chance!

    A distance of only tens of feet can pass by in the blink of an eye for martial arts practitioners, but this road is blocked.

    Qing He shouted, used the scabbard as a sword, and stopped and killed the first four people. These people were no more powerful than second-rate people, but she was a first-rate master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was no problem to fight one against four.

    The other three people bypassed and rushed straight to the path at the entrance of the valley. They saw Ming Yuetian and Ling Shan standing on the road to the left and right, as if they were frightened. The evil monk who was trying to grab the head suddenly smiled ferociously and raised his machete, intending to chop him down.  To kill, to carve out a way to escape.

    Mingyuetian snorted coldly, thrust the sword into the ground with its scabbard, and abandoned the sword.

    She took a step forward and struck out like lightning. With just one stroke, the black knife that hit her head missed and slashed along her side. The man was shocked. Just as he was waiting for a sweeping knife to make up for it, Ming Yuetian had already taken a step forward.  He grabbed the back of the knife and folded it down. The internal force reverberated. The man immediately screamed in pain in his hand, but the scimitar had already changed hands.

    Mingyue Tian also raised his hand, and the blade started from the man's lower abdomen, from bottom to top straight to his chin. He turned slightly sideways, and the evil monk rushed forward a few steps under the influence of inertia, and then fell to the ground.  Unable to breathe, he held his chin with one hand and covered his lower abdomen with the other. He huddled together and kept wailing.

    In the blink of an eye, blood flowed all over the floor.

    From the time when the evil monk raised his sword to kill him to when Ming Yuetian snatched the weapon and beheaded him, everything happened between lightning and flint. When the evil monk fell to the ground, the last two people came to him.

    Mingyuetian slapped the second person with his left palm, and still holding the back of the knife with his right hand, he slashed towards the third person!

    Lingshan¡¯s sword also happened to hit!

    The second man was anxious to block the sword, and unexpectedly Mingyuetian struck him with a palm. He just tapped the back of his left hand lightly, and his hand hit the knife edge uncontrollably. It came so fast that he didn't even know it before.  When he reacted, one of his little fingers had been cut off.  The fingers are connected to the heart, and the severed finger will naturally hurt into the bones.  But before he could scream out in agony at the bone-piercing pain, the sharp sword in Ling Shan's hand suddenly turned sharply and stabbed his hand that was holding the sword.

    He finally shouted.

    But Lingshan hit him in the abdomen with a palm at the same time, and her internal energy surged out, knocking him back!

    Another evil monk, who was only one step slower than him, saw that the first man was knocked down in an instant. He became alert and blocked the blade coming from Mingyuetian. However, he was affected by the screams of his companions that rang in his ears.  After a pause, Ming Yuetian seized the opportunity and hit his lower abdomen with the handle of the knife. The internal forces converged and crossed each other through the knife.

    The man's face turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and he had no energy left in his body. His feet gave out, and he fell to his knees, hitting his forehead on the ground, and then collapsed!

    Mingyuetian sent another scimitar, and the evil monk was forced back by Lingshan's palm. In addition to the severed fingers on his left hand, the evil monkA hole was stabbed in his hand, and immediately there was a bloodstain in front of his body, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

    On the other side, the Qinghe sword scabbard swept away and fell on the face of the last enemy. The man tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth. His body swayed like a drunken man who fell down and could not get up again.

    Yu Ling just arrived.

    She no longer had the long sword she had when she entered the valley. She thought it was too dirty and abandoned it. At this time, she looked around and said lightly: "Like before, kill everyone! Go inside and have a look. If there are any  Those who were missed will be dealt with together Tell the captured women about the situation, and these people will be handed over to them!"

    Qinghe took the order.  Picking up a scimitar, he cut off the limbs and lifeblood of both the dead and alive, sealed the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and even thought of death for the time being.  Then he entered the valley and left.

    Lingshan asked: "Master, did you cripple or kill the Black Sword Ancestor?"

    Yu Ling said: "I didn't kill him!"

    If you don¡¯t kill it, then it will naturally be useless!  Like all the disciples, he will die today or tomorrow, but before he dies, he is destined to face the fire of revenge ignited by those tortured women in the valley!

    In the valley, the moans of the undead are echoing, and they are miserable and miserable. They are carried by the wind and spread outside the valley. In the mountains and forests, it is like ghosts crying in the daytime!

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    In the valley, on a beam that is two feet high in the main hall, a young monk of seventeen or eighteen years old is hanging, with his back to the sky and his face to the ground, his hands and feet spread to the widest extent, each tied with a hemp rope, and four ropes on the other.  Tie one end to the rafter!

    He is also a disciple of the Black Sword Sect. Because he made the Black Sword Ancestor angry, he has been punished to hang here for a day and a night.  But it was also a blessing in disguise that he survived the catastrophe that nearly wiped out his entire family and became the only fish that slipped through the net.

    He saw with his own eyes the woman in white who looked like a murderous god, turning dozens of fellow disciples into cripples with just a few moves, and cutting off the hands and feet of the Black Sword Ancestor whom he had always looked up to like a mountain. After witnessing everything, he didn't even feel proud.  Dare to breathe.

    After that scary woman left, and after those crazy women came in, he still didn't dare to act rashly, he just silently accumulated his little inner strength and pinned all his hopes on it.

    It¡¯s late at night and everyone is quiet.

    Those women had been crazy all day long, some went to rest, and some simply fainted on the ground due to excessive excitement. The valley was deserted, except for the occasional painful moans of fellow disciples who were still alive.

    After putting all his strength into one pull, he managed to free one hand, gasped and rested for a moment, and then spent a long time to free both hands, one foot, and two feet!

    It fell down and fell to the ground.

    Although he was prepared before the fall, he still felt that a leg was broken, but he did not dare to make a sound, endured the severe pain, almost broke a mouth of teeth, and limped out with difficulty.

    Outside the main hall, the moonlight shines down.

    A human stick with no legs or hands was lying in a pool of blood, with its head tilted towards him. Even though there was only a blood hole in one of its eye sockets, and even though his face was covered in blood, he could still recognize him.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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