"Haha, what a majestic leader! I am here, but I want to see how you can make me apologize?" Upon hearing this, Qiyang Sect Wu Yue held the sword in his hand, jumped out and landed next to Xiao Jin, He said with a smile,
"Young boy with a yellow mouth, you are uttering arrogant words. Master Xiao, the Hai Pingchuan family is imprisoned by our sect. Since this Mirror Sect mainly supports the demon sect thieves and is old and incompetent, I am willing to meet him for a while!" Xiao Jin saw that Wu Yue was so confident. , not wanting to discourage his own morale, he nodded.
Wu Yue stepped forward and stood directly in the middle of the school field. He drew his sword and pointed at Jing Zhaoyue and said: "Boy, if you have the ability, come on the field. Hiding behind Qiguan and talking nonsense is not a hero! Hahahaha." ..." After Wu Yue finished speaking, he laughed loudly and laughed at Jing Zhaoyue, who was just a kid hiding behind Qiguan and had no real ability.
Qi Guan stood beside Jing Zhaoyue, frowned, bowed to the leader, and then stepped forward to teach Wu Yue a lesson.
Jing Zhaoyue closed the folding fan in her hand, clapped her hands gently, and said to Qi Guan: "Elder Qi, wait a minute, let me do it. If you solve these trivial matters earlier, you can take the Great Protector back to recuperate." Guan bowed respectfully, stood back, folded his hands in front of his body, and stood upright.
Jing Zhaoyue tapped her toes lightly on the ground, jumped lightly, and landed gracefully in the field. This light skill was already unparalleled.
The masters present who were familiar with Qinggong were all secretly surprised. Such Qinggong must be supported by strong internal strength. Could it be that this kid is really a master!
Several internal cultivation masters, including Li Bei, noticed that Jing Zhaoyue had made an extraordinary leap. Zhang Shunyuan had just had a fight with Qi Guan, and now he was standing on Xiao Jin's side. He looked at how young Jing Zhaoyue was in the field, and secretly thought to himself that someone with such inner cultivation would have some confidence to speak big words. I'm afraid that this The battle was not as easy as Wu Yue thought.
"Get a sword, don't say that I bully young people." Wu Yue frowned and muttered as he watched Jing Zhaoyue wave the folding fan in her hand slightly, looking like a scholar, not a person from the world.
Jing Zhaoyue chuckled and asked: "Your Excellency, is Wu Yue of the Qiyang Sect? Is Protector Hai suffering the humiliation of being locked up in your sect?"
"What a bold kid with a yellow mouth, you are so arrogant! I am over fifty years old, and I am two times older than you! What qualifications do you have to call me your Excellency?" Wu Yue pointed his sword at Jing Zhaoyue and cursed angrily: "No. No, Hai Pingchuan's family is imprisoned in the decrepit Qingyang Mountain dungeon. I personally acupuncture sealed his three "Shinto", "Zhiyang" and "Lingtai" acupuncture points, allowing him to be bullied in the dungeon. How can you do it? What can I do?" The three large acupoints of the human body, "Shinto", "Zhiyang" and "Lingtai", are located on the back and spine. They are sealed with silver needles, which can restrain people's movement and use internal strength. People who have these three large acupoints sealed will have no internal strength. If you are unable to use it, you are no different from a disabled person. If you forcefully use it, you will definitely experience heart-pounding pain, and later on, you will be in danger of bursting of the meridians throughout your body.
When Jing Zhaoyue heard this, she clenched her teeth and her eyes instantly turned cold. She closed the folding fan in her hand and looked at Wu Yue coldly.
Wu Yue shook his sleeves and cursed in a deep voice: "Haha, I can also tell you that Hai Pingchuan is often whipped by my disciples, and I lock them in the dungeon like dogs, hahaha! Demon! It's not enough to teach a thief to die... pity! Hahaha..." Jing Zhaoyue stopped talking nonsense to him, and before opening the folding fan in her hand, she stabbed it directly towards his face.
Although Wu Yue cursed, his eyes were always watching Jing Zhaoyue's every move, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. The folding fan held by Jing Zhaoyue poked at Wu Yue's face. At the moment, he used the move "Flip and Leap" with his feet. The folding fan opened the long sword that Wu Yue had blocked in his hand, turned over sideways, and then used his internal strength to kick him in the face.
When he turned over, his left foot had already exerted enough internal force to kick him in the chest. Jing Zhaoyue only uses one move to attack, which is a combination of three moves.
Wu Yue was caught off guard and was beaten in a panic. He avoided the folding fan that was poking at him, and hurriedly drew his sword to block his chest. He didn't care about his left side. His cheek was kicked hard by Jing Zhaoyue, and he fell sideways. Was kicked out.
But then he crossed a distance of about ten feet, took advantage of the sword, stabbed the ground, turned over and jumped up, slowly stabilizing his body. His hair was scattered after being kicked, the hairpin was broken into several sections, and fell to the ground, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. A trace of blood, dangling hands holding the sword, stood there, with all sorts of things in his mind.
Before Wu Yue could wake up, Jing Zhaoyue opened the folding fan with her right hand and opened it into a complete fan shape. She flew up diagonally, and her figure was like a swallow in mid-air, flying briskly across Wu Yue's position.
The edge of the folding fan in Jing Zhaoyue's hand flashed across Wu Yue's throat like lightning, and his figure immediately landed just a few meters away from Wu Yue Zhang. The folding fan in his hand hung gently, with a few drops of blood on the edge. He shook it casually, Already dropped clean.
A painting of "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" on the folding fan is particularly dazzling under the sunlight. As Wu Yue staggered to the ground, and his neck slowly began to soak with red color, everyone realized: Wu Yue, the head of Qiyang Sect, one of the sword sects, is dead!
Moreover, the young man in the field only used an ordinary folding fan, and only two moves to end his life!
Everyone present was stunned and surprised.
"You are dozens of years old and you have such good moral character. I will not torture you. I will help you find a new head of the Qiyang Sect." Jing Zhaoyue closed the folding fan in her hand, smiled at Xiao Jin, and said lightly. .
As the leader, Xiao Jin had no idea that Jing Zhaoyue was already so skilled. Seeing Wu Yue fall to the ground, he hurriedly walked over, squatted down, helped Wu Yue up, and put his hand on his neck. Several large acupuncture points around him were pressed hard to help him stop the bleeding. Xiao Jin frowned and took a closer look to see that his throat and several major arteries in his neck had been cut open. It was easy to stop the bleeding, but difficult to save his life.
Seeing the death of the sect leader, Wu Ya, the great elder of Qiyang Sect, led a group of disciples and rushed forward, surrounding Wu Yue. Xiao Jin frowned and shook his head.
Wu Ya was furious, turned around, drew his sword, rushed towards Jing Zhaoyue, and cursed: "Devil, give back my sect master's life!" On one side, Jin Zong Zhang Shunyuan took a deep breath and thought to himself: "This demon actually He was so powerful. I thought Wu Yue could teach him a lesson, but I didn’t expect that Wu Yue could not survive two moves under him. Hey, it’s also my fault that old man Wu underestimated the enemy. Qiyang Sect is one of the top five sects, and this devil killed him He made himself lose a supporter in vain. Alas... this devil is really a thorn in the side right now. Fortunately, the one who fought against him just now was the old man Qiguan, otherwise the end would not be good.
'...Jing Zhaoyue saw another old man rushing toward her with a sword drawn. He stood there without moving. He raised his hand in a leisurely manner and knocked the long sword out of his hand. The folding fan tapped his chest a few times, sealing his acupuncture points, making them unable to move. Then he opened the fan directly and stuck it on his neck.
"It's so noisy. If you don't want him to die, just stand down." Jing Zhaoyue lazily ignored the group of Qiyang Sect disciples who rushed up, then directly took Wu Ya hostage and said to everyone.
Wu Ya glared at Jing Zhaoyue angrily and cursed: "Kill if you want. I, a disciple of Qiyang Sect, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!" Jing Zhaoyue sneered a few times and said: "Haha, what are you pretending to be! I After killing Wu Yue, it seems that you will be the next leader of Qiyang Sect. You should thank me, but I don't like those scenes, all I want is the Hai Pingchuan family." Jing Zhaoyue then looked at it Looking at Xiao Jin over there, he continued: "Sect Master Xiao, what do you think?" After hearing this, Xiao Jin slowly stood up, waved his sleeves and spread his right hand. Several Wuji Sect disciples understood and hurriedly put a The long sword was delivered to Xiao Jin's hands.
Before Xiao Jin and Jing Zhaoyue could start fighting, four figures appeared at the gate of Wuji Sect and rushed in.
It was Xiao Yu, Li Luo, An Ning and Li Zhiyun.
