Mo Jing took off the leather helmet on his head and took off his blood-stained gray-black bronze armor. The stiff hair on his head stood up like steel needles. The ink sword he held in his hand rose up as he raised it horizontally, and the light shone on the sword.

The front protrudes outward and then converges inward to form a sharp edge, and the whole body is covered with jade light, giving people the feeling of a frost-edged bloody blade and a sea of ​​ink condensed with light.

Previously, with the defeated troops from Beiwai, Shou Ren jumped out from the crowd. Dozens of them were disguised as the defeated troops. However, the weapons in their hands were drawn out one after another, but they were thick-footed long swords. When they heard the sound and light, they were extraordinary and could not be compared to ordinary swordsmen.

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Together with Mo Jing, they stood firmly in front of this group of silent Shou people and regarded death as if they were home.

Mo Jing originally thought that he could successfully rescue everyone this time. After all, he had been planning this journey for a long time. However, at the most critical moment, he unexpectedly encountered a powerful resistance that he had never expected - King Chu Ling.

There was a moment when he thought that even if it was Lord Mengchang or King Qi who came to block him, he also wanted to fight hard, but it happened to be him, the domineering war ghost King Chu Ling!

Even if he has never seen this person, just hearing about his reputation, he will already feel inferior, weak, and withdrawn in his heart, leaving only seven points of courage to die generously, so he can be so fearless.

Stand half-step in front of him and engage in a final fight to the death.

He, Mo Jing, is not a coward. Even if he dies, he will stand and shed the last drop of blood!

His eyes were not fixed on any one person. He was wearing a swordsman's blouse and an untied coat. His clothes were fluttering in the wind. Even though he was wearing a thin body, there was still a fierce tiger descending from the mountain. One man was in charge of the barrier and ten thousand men could not open it.

His face was expressionless, his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were red: "Let them go, and I will go with you."

King Chu Ling lowered his jaw slightly and squinted his eyes slightly. He lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment, then coldly pursed his lips: "The person I'm looking for is not you."

When Mo Jing heard this, his aura was as blunt as a mountain sinking to the soles of his feet, and his clothes and hair flew up. He frowned and shouted, "Who else should I think it is if it's not me?"

The Shou people and the defeated troops in the rear were all frightened by the sound like muffled thunder exploding their ears, and they all retreated several steps in fright. However, Su Cuo, Situ and others felt the thunder filling their ears, and their horses raised their necks and were frightened, and they hurriedly reined in the sound.

The horse steadied itself, and everyone stared at him in shock.

This person's inner breath is so strong that he can swallow it in one gulp, which is really scary!

Feng Xuan, who didn't know whether he should interfere in the matter between Mo Jing and King Chu Ling, quietly touched the broken sword that had been with him all year round. His eyes swept over the sword in Mo Jing's hand without leaving a trace, and he just sighed blankly.

He said: "I...I'm afraid it's not as good as that."

system--

【ink sword】blue

Attributes: Strength 50, defense 90, attack speed 30%.

Special attribute - if it is the center of the formation, it can be used to provide 10% of the power of the formation.

Required level: 25

Explanation: He once forged a sword for a Mohist giant. The body of the sword was black and the sword head was white. Only the Tao Wuji gave birth to Taiji, Taiji gave birth to Liangyi, the two Yiyi gave birth to four images, and the four images gave birth to Bagua. Like water, there is no permanent force.

With a sword, he travels across the rivers and lakes, crossing hundreds of rivers. It has no form or shape, no sound and no sword, but it can lead to life and death in just one breath.

After Chen Baiqi obtained the information about "Mo Sword", she suddenly realized that Mo Jing really had an extraordinary origin. The information given to her by the system originally showed her as an ambiguous disciple of the Mohist family. Could it be that... he is a giant of the Mohist family?

But then she thought about it again, and felt that this age was a bit inappropriate. It was said that the Mohist giant had been an adult for a long time, and although Mo Jing looked rough and mature, with unknown facial features, he was definitely not standing tall.

Everyone present, after Mo Jing used his sword-drawing shadow technique, all changed their expressions. Only King Chu Ling remained unmoved. His brows were as cold as snow peaks that cannot be melted. Even though Mo Jing's sword skills

Having reached the majestic Cui Wei, he is still drunk and beheading long whales relying on the heavenly sword, laughing and riding the waves to support Sichuan boats.

Not only him, but the black cavalry behind him were also like iron warriors, not wavering at all, as steady as garrison soil.

King Chu Ling said: "Since he still refuses to come out..."

Mo Jing noticed the murderous intention under King Chu Ling's calm tone, and his heart tightened, so he interrupted him loudly: "I believe that all the dirty and greedy people in the world are just villains, but King Chu Ling, you are so powerful."

A war hero leads troops from all directions, and when he points his sword, the stars and the mountains and rivers of Beiyin are like dragons roaring and tigers roaring."

Mo Jing said these words sincerely and sincerely, and was not just boasting to save his life.

"And now, in order to pursue selfish interests and obtain a false rumor that is not universal and true, I use people from a whole city to coerce me. Is this an act that I am not afraid of being laughed at by the world? The matter has come to this, I know it, and I have exhausted all my agencies.

No match for your hard work." Mo Jing lowered his voice, holding the sword harder and harder, and the sound of the sword made a buzzing and trilling sound.

He said: "Although Jing doesn't know where the secret that has been hidden in the world for a long time was leaked, but since Lord Chu is here, he is planning to find the only pure-blooded Shou clan member among the Shou people, right? This person is me!"

Mo Jing's words were very categorical, and he directly revealed the purpose of King Chu Ling's raid on Caocheng.

However, except for the parties involved and insiders, no one else can understand these contents.

At least Feng Chen, Su Cuo and others didn't know anything about it, but when they learned that King Chu Ling personally led his troops to ambush Qianlong here, it must be something they were determined to win.

For King Ling of Chu, this matter was definitely no small matter.

The real longevity people lowered their heads and remained silent. Only one child looked at Mo Jing and opened his mouth and exclaimed. However, before attracting attention, his mother pressed his head down hard. Be careful.

He hid in the crowd for fear of being discovered.

Chen Baiqi glanced around and recognized the child, it was little Abao.

Chen Baiqi didn't hear what he exclaimed clearly, but she saw him looking at Mo Jing as if he was surprised...

King Chu Ling looked at him, his long eyelashes narrowed slightly, like two rows of fans, but his eyes were icy and powerful, and he was not moved by his words in the slightest.

"Shou people cannot practice martial arts. Do you think that Gu came all the way from Chu to Qi without making any preparations?"

His casual words made Mo Jing's eyes widen. He looked like a child who had been beaten and was speechless.

"However, since you are willing to stand up for these longevity people, I'm afraid you must have a close relationship with that person." King Chu Ling's pink lips raised a corner, and his tone was like a dull knife grinding flesh: "It seems that your martial arts skills

Yes, the sword is also good, you might as well give it a try, can you escape from the lonely hand today?"

I saw King Chu Ling retreating from the soldiers behind him and stepping forward. After a sharp and piercing sword sound, he drew out his long sword, and he was furious and powerful.

I saw that the sword was two feet and one inch long. The blade was blue and translucent. The sword body was straight and thin with a deep ridge. It had a faint cold light. It was as cold as ice and snow, and it felt sharp enough to break hair. The hilt was a strip.

The case of the golden dragon carving looks extremely majestic. The blade is as sharp as autumn frost. The two dragons are each several feet long. There are articles hanging on the coils. Their brilliance shines on the water, making the waves boil.

As soon as the sword came out, I felt that my body was getting cold as I stood in the severe winter cold, but now I felt a chill coming from the bottom of my heart. Everyone felt that the rare sword seemed to have some kind of demonic nature, sucking in people's souls.

It took people's soul to open their eyes in panic, and they subconsciously held their breath.

After King Chu Ling drew out the sword, his long and white fingers gently touched the sword body, which could reflect things. The movement was very gentle. The face that was as clear as a glacier finally revealed some sunlight from the cracks in the clouds.

His eyes are like a deep pool, clear and green all year round, so smooth and clear that you can feel the soft warmth of his skin.

"I have been reluctant to sacrifice this sword for a long time. I was afraid of damaging my body, but I couldn't find anyone who could stab it again. However, just now, it has a desire to compete with your sword. So... again

I can't bear to let it continue to gather dust." King Chu Ling said softly.

Recalling the past, the man who sent this sword from thousands of miles away happily gave it to him to help him win the battle. Now, the sword is there, but the soul of the man who gave it has passed away. He felt sad in his heart and his face was frozen for an instant.

When Mo Jing saw the sword in King Chu Ling's hand, his eyes widened with brilliance.

"This sword... is very good!"

At the same time, Feng Chen, who was good with swords, also slapped his legs and said in shock: "Another magic weapon!"

He said so bluntly that Wei Yan, Su Cuo and others were stunned for a moment.

Mo Jing refused to say anything, so he stepped forward with the sword, and saw a ball of ink-colored brilliance blooming out, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, graceful and clear.

As soon as the ink light enters the air, it is like a drop of thick ink dripping into the water. The ripples caused are rendered into an ink painting. The sword body is integrated with the sunlight, like clear water flowing through a pond calmly and soothingly, while the blade is like a wall standing thousands of feet high.

The cliffs are towering, with black and white dragons leaping out...

King Chu Ling also stepped forward with his sword. His long sword was fierce and domineering. As soon as he took it out of its sheath, the sword energy rushed into the "water" where Mo Jing was, as if cutting through the sky. When his sword fell into the water, it was shaken by waves.

A golden dragon jumped out...

The three dragons twisted their heads and met each other, and felt the majestic sword energy spurting out. The city gate instantly shook stones, and there seemed to be a beast roaring inside...

Wei Yan was hit by the wind and sand, which made his face red and painful. He waved his hands and yelled back: "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The rest of the people were also in a panic and wanted to run away. However, the black cavalry, who had been waiting in full formation, formed a dustpan. Whenever the marked prey tried to escape, they would cover it and shoot sharp arrows that penetrated the chest.

, as soon as they stepped out of the cordon, they were shocked by the crossbow arrows that passed by and shot into the ground. They could only tremble and retreat from the war zone to a safe area, but they no longer dared to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

In front of the Nancheng Gate, Wei Yan asked Feng Chen: "Military advisor, what should we do next?"

Feng Xuan said: "Mo Jing saved his lord, but it would be benevolent and righteous to abandon him. However, King Ling of Chu has a strong army, so it is not suitable to attack him by force. Moreover, he is guarding the outside of the city with heavy troops. Those who come are not good, so you should be quiet."

To deceive others, take advantage of the chaos to report to the city and ask for support from the lord."

Wei Jianying.

Su Cuo said: "Sir, according to your opinion, who wins and who loses between Mo Jing and King Ling of Chu?"

Feng Xuan looked at the battle situation for a while and shook his head: "We are evenly matched... It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

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Above, Hou Qing also asked Chen Baiqi: "Look, these two are both unparalleled warriors. Who wins and who loses?"

Chen Baiqi stared motionlessly at the "Panlong Sword" in King Chu Ling's hand. She remembered that she had given it to Chu Cangyue to please him when he was her lord. Unexpectedly, he still kept it to this day.

Be around.

"I don't like unnecessary speculation." Chen Baiqi replied without any interest.

Hou Qing nodded and suggested good-naturedly: "How about using this answer to gamble on a question?"

Chen Baiqi's eyes were fixed, and his tone immediately changed: "I bet that King Chu Ling will win."

Hou Qing saw that she was "energetic" now, and a faint smile touched her eyes. He kindly advised: "Perhaps you don't know the specific origin of Mo Jing, so I might as well tell you something more about this Mo Jing."
To be continued...