Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 366 The Very Hard Yanling Ji
Under the ink eyebrows of the six-fingered black hero, with the heaven and the earth as the silk, and the sword energy as the ink, he is the one who can dominate the world.

Standing behind the Black Man with Six Fingers, Yan Dan took a step back subconsciously. This was the first time he saw Master Black Man with Six Fingers attacking with all his strength. This was a force beyond his imagination.

However, after seeing the terrifying power of the Black Man with Six Fingers, Yan Dan's sense of security only lasted for a moment, and then he suddenly realized a fact: Master Black Man with Six Fingers is already so powerful, but it can make him Feeling the pressure, what kind of strength should Yang Ming have who bluntly told him to escape first?
At this moment, in Yan Dan's gaze towards Yang Ming, there was no calmness just now, but only hesitation and fear.

Impossible, the master should just be concerned about his status as the captain of the Qin State Guard Army, and he doesn't want to kill him, so as not to offend the Qin State completely. The time to step into the realm of the master is probably longer than the time Yang Ming practiced martial arts, how could he not be his opponent?

Just, will it really be so?
In an instant, Yan Dan saw the answer. In his line of sight, the long sword at Yang Ming's waist let out a soft moan. There is a torrent of sword energy surging between the eyebrows, while Yang Ming's sword is much more ordinary. There is no diffuse sword energy, let alone vertical and horizontal sword energy, but it has a kind of power that is restrained to the extreme. It is obviously just a sword. But it made Six Fingers Heixia's expression extremely serious.

Although Yan Dan couldn't see the mystery of the long sword in Yang Ming's hand, how could it be an ordinary sword that could make Master Six Fingers Heixia so dignified.

"Go quickly." The six-fingered black man whispered, and then he raised his sword and attacked Yang Ming. The speed was as fast as a black lightning that cut open the world, so that Yan Dan could only see a little afterimage.

"Master, he wants to take the initiative to attack? This?" Yan Dan was shocked. The Mohist swordsmanship focuses on defense rather than offense. They often use defense as offense, and then look for opportunities to defeat the enemy and win. But now the Black Man with Six Fingers is actively attacking. Doesn't this mean that the Black Man with Six Fingers never thought of defeating Yang Ming from the beginning to the end, and really just wanted to hold Yang Ming back and create opportunities for them to escape?

Yan Dan's footsteps subconsciously moved towards Zhangshui behind him.

However, Yan Dan, who took a step back, found that several Mohist disciples were motionless, just staring at the battlefield where they had already fought with Yang Ming, even though they might only see two strands of entwined hair. Sword Qi.

"No, things may not be really that bad." Yan Dan paused, and looked at the peerless and enchanting Yan Lingji who had stepped aside because of the battle between Yang Ming and the Black Man with Six Fingers.

You have to take me with you even when you are chasing and killing me. It seems that you must be extremely favored by Yang Ming.Yan Dan thought as his eyes fell on Yan Lingji.

In fact, Yan Lingji's beauty can easily remind Yan Dan of this point, even though Yan Dan was born in Yan Kingdom, grew up in Yan Palace since childhood, and has traveled around the world as a Mohist disciple in recent years. Yan Dan has seen many beauties of all kinds, but this is the first time she has seen a peerless and enchanting woman like Yan Lingji. Even a man with a pure heart and asceticism will be aroused by the fire in his heart when he sees her. Knowing that Yang Ming is not restrained in female sex, Yan Dan immediately judged Yan Lingji's position beside Yang Ming.

If this is the case, I am not without a chance.Yan Dan pondered, and already had an idea in her mind.

On the other side, Yan Lingji already instinctively felt some kind of malice. This was her talent, and she was super sensitive to the malice directed at herself.

"Interesting, this is thinking of me as his weakness. It's pretty smart. With such a vision, I'm his weakness. However, it's not enough to have vision, but also strength." Yan Lingji's eyes In a blink of an eye, she was already a little more vigilant. She was not a pretty vase, but a pet with minions.

Between the mental activities of the enemy and us, Yang Ming, who is the real protagonist here, and Six Fingers Heixia have already exchanged dozens of moves in an instant. It's just the damage caused by the power leaked from the collision of the two sword moves, and it's not the real attack of the two, at most it's just a little aftermath.

The confrontation between the masters was so terrifying.

But no matter what the audience thinks, it is difficult for them to imagine the feelings of the people in the battle. The six-fingered black man has pushed his master's skill to the limit, and the black eyebrows in his hands are blooming with unprecedented brilliance, but in Yang Ming's one Under the sword, there is no chance of victory.

Yang Ming's swordsmanship turned out to be a kind of swordsmanship he had never seen before. This sword still aroused Yin and Yang, splitting his sword Qi torrent, and the next sword was already a torrential rain and strong wind. Between the shadows of the sword, It made him unable to defend himself with his sword. When he defended himself with his sword, another sword seemed to cut through the sky, destroying it in a rude and unreasonable way. If Mo Mei was not in his hand, his skill would be affected If he persisted, Six Fingers Heixia even suspected that he might be defeated.

"Master is at a disadvantage. You can find a chance to capture that woman in a while, and you can help Master." Yan Dan, who didn't see why, but knew that the Black Man with Six Fingers should have no chance of winning, whispered to the Mohist disciples around him.

"This?" Hearing Yan Dan's words, the leading Mohist disciple hesitated for a while, and attacked a woman secretly, using this woman to blackmail the enemy. Although such a thing is reasonable, it is inconsistent with the teachings of the Mohist school. The Mohist school has never taught His own disciples will do anything to achieve their goals.

"Master is clearly at a disadvantage. Do you want to see your master fall? Or do you only care about yourself and not your master's life? Don't forget, master is a Mohist tycoon. Do you want to watch your own tycoon fall in the face of death?" Can it be done by other people?" Yan Dan said in a calm voice, obviously very impatient with the Mohist disciple's hesitation.

What time is it, and you are still sticking to the teachings of the Mohist school? Is the so-called teaching more important than life?

"Okay...Okay." The Mohist disciple in the lead looked hesitantly at the battle group that could hardly see anything but two sword qis that were constantly clashing, nodded with difficulty, and acted in a hurry, for the sake of the giant. Safety, but it has to be so.

A few figures flashed and rushed towards Yan Lingji's place, but at this time, Yan Dan pushed towards Zhangshui, where a small boat had already appeared, which was exactly the boat that came to pick them up.

"Hey, this really treats me, Yan Lingji, as a soft persimmon. I can only be soft in front of him. What are you?" Noticing the movement of the Mohist disciple, Yan Lingji sneered, and the palm of her hand was weak. Zhang, a ray of flame quietly bloomed.

When the first Mohist disciple approached Yan Lingji, a ball of flames suddenly bloomed. In the Yang family, Yan Lingji didn't just know how to be a concubine. He is the top master among the current generation of young people. As the saying goes, Yan Lingji will not be affected by the so-called close Zhu Zhechi. The moves learned from the startled salamander, the spiritual cultivation and control of Qi learned from the concubine Yan The technique has already made Yan Lingji's strength a qualitative improvement, and she is only short of being able to advance to the first-class state with the fire way witchcraft.

In short, just as Yan Lingji thought just now, she would only be soft in front of Yang Ming, but in front of outsiders, Yan Lingji was already tall and tough.

As the palm wrapped in the flame pressed the long sword stabbing towards him, the flame suddenly exploded and turned into a flame curtain to surround several Mohist disciples. Whoever said that those with few people will be surrounded by many people, She, Yan Lingji, will surround all enemies with her own strength.

In the way of fire witchcraft, unless first-rate masters can use their own transformed inner breath without fear of the power of flames, second-rate masters are not much better than ordinary people in the flames.

"You are already surrounded." Yan Lingji chuckled, and her figure disappeared into the flame curtain, allowing several Mohist disciples to urge their internal forces to attack the flame curtain, but it was difficult to find Yan Lingji's figure from the beginning to the end. .

There was a disciple of the Mohist school who wanted to rush out of the encirclement of the flames, but the moment he rushed towards the curtain of flames, a firepin suddenly appeared and touched his arm, and the flame rose up, instantly igniting his body. arm.

With a scream, blood flew down, and a burning arm was cut off by his companion, emitting a burnt smell on the ground.

With one blow, there is only one enemy left.

Immediately, four fire dragons came out from the fire curtain and rushed towards the Mohist disciples. The dragon soared into the clouds of fire and forced several Mohist disciples into a panic. Under the care, he was barely able to block the bite of the fire dragon, but the continuous loss of blood made him feel the end of his life.

Looking at the Mohist disciples who were surrounded by him alone, and Yan Lingji who hid her figure in the fire curtain, she couldn't help but look more complacent.

What you said is indeed right, what kind of melee combat can I play with my ability, I was really stupid in the past.

Yan Lingji pinched the seal with her hands and controlled the four fire dragons. At this moment, she really experienced the joy of being a master.

"What are you doing?" Yan Dan, who had already retreated to the river, looked at the Mohist disciple who had abandoned the boat and landed, and couldn't help but change color.

"Juzi and several juniors are fighting bitterly, how can I stand by and watch." The Mohist disciple said as he rushed forward to rescue the fellow disciples who were surrounded by flames.

"Your task now is to take me across the river." Yan Dan snapped.

"The order I received was to take the giant to cross the river with the Mo family." The disciple of the Mo family said, in front of the tall Yan Dan, his already thin body looked even smaller, but at this time, in front of Yan Dan, his The body is more upright.

"Are you a Mohist disciple or the Crown Prince of Yan Kingdom?" the Mohist disciple asked back.

(End of this chapter)