Xi Jinglun claimed to be a judgment of life and death, and used calligraphy in martial arts. His offensive changes were varied and mysterious. At this time, the two judges in his palm flew and danced, as fierce as a poisonous snake, suddenly rushed out, showing off his sharp fangs, and biting them hard at the enemy.

"Swish" the sound of the strong energy breaking through the wind, just like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The judge's pen was empty and full of energy, covering the key points around Song Mingjing's body. In the blink of an eye, a murderous word "kill" fell.

"Rely on the sword's advantage?"

Song Mingjing smiled slightly. He even lacked interest in replying to this simple method of provoking. When he turned his right hand, the dragon-shaped sword changed accordingly. The sword force turned into a slash, and suddenly he picked up a soldier in the Imperial City Office in mid-air to face Xi Jinglun's judge's brushwork.

The word "kill" blooms on the soldier's body. The judge's pen is like a sword. The sharp aura can easily penetrate the leather armor and hit the body. Then he sees blood flowers blooming one after another on the soldier's body.

Swish!

The soldier's body had not yet fallen from mid-air. Song Ming used his sword like flying, and his figure flashed, and the dragon-shaped sword turned into a shuttle in the sky, and a thread of light penetrated from his vest.

The next moment, the sword edge seemed to pierce into a piece of thin paper, and with a crisp "swish", it directly divided the soldier into two neat halves.

The sword was constantly dying, and the energy was like a waterfall flowing, and it was swept towards Xi Jinglun in a sensation.

Xi Jinglun's face changed suddenly, and he felt the threat of death. With a loud shout, the two judges retreated, gathered all their strength to hit him, and intercepted the attack of the dragon-shaped sword.

when!

The dragon-shaped sword and the judge's pen collided with each other, and Xi Jinglun's body shook violently, his lungs surging, and when his throat was sweet, a thread of blood escaped.

His body fell to the ground and had not yet stood firm. Song Mingjing's sword moved and pointed to Gaotian. He then fell from top to bottom. Its momentum was like a waterfall pouring down on a cliff, and his force was thrust down.

Xi Jinglun immediately fell into a dangerous situation of advancing and retreating without any ground.

"Old poor!" Meng Yunshan raised his arms and flew away, not caring about the penetration of his palms, and used his strength to slap Song Mingjing.

Xi Jinglun raised his arms high, and his two judges' pens hit the sky, trying hard to resist the slash of the dragon-shaped sword.

With a "puff", the powerful and powerful force surged. Xi Jinglun's knees softened, and his knees fell down with a "puff" sound, and the hard bluestone floor was crushed to pieces.

Xi Jinglun groaned, but the kneecap collided with the bluestone, making an unbearable cracking sound.

At the same time, his arms were weak, as if he had broken his bones, and they were numb and soft.

Fortunately, Meng Yunshan had already rushed over at this time, swept across his legs, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a top, sweeping towards Song Mingjing's waist like a whirlwind.

Song Mingjing chuckled, his waist was like a weak willow and the wind twisted slightly, and he easily avoided Meng Yunshan's sweeping legs. Then his legs were like guns, and his chest was as fast as a lightning shot.

But when he heard the cracked sound of the bone crack, Meng Yunshan was like a kite with a broken string, rolling and flying several feet away. When he fell to the ground, he was already life and death without knowing his life and death, and he had no sound.

Almost as he was out of his leg, Song Mingjing poked out his left hand again, and his five fingers wrapped in fierce force. With a "hula" sound, he took away a judge's pen from Xi Jinglun's palm. Then he turned around and waved the judge's pen with his left hand, and suddenly swung it out with the rapid force it was driven by the rotation.

"Mr. Song shows mercy!" Yan Hui spoke loudly, but it was too late.

"Ah!" Xi Jinglun's eyes were so angry that he opened his mouth and was about to cry out, but his whole body was exhausted. He could only watch the judge's pen expanding in his pupils, and then his eyes turned black and penetrated his throat.

"What a pity, you shouldn't be in front of me again."

Song Mingjing exhales slightly and suppresses the slightly scattered qi in his body.

During this battle and fighting, Song Mingjing killed dozens of soldiers from the Imperial City Office, and in his breath, he killed or severely injured Xi Jinglun and Meng Yunshan, two top-notch players in the martial arts world. He was not really easy and did not use any effort.

But now it is not the time to rest, and the qi in Song Mingjing's body rises again, and a clear whistle is heard.

In the sound of the sound, the dragon-shaped sword really turned into a sword light like a dragon, and suddenly flew up. Song Mingjing's figure blended with the sword light, and flew towards the black-armored general like a spin.

The black-armored general had long lost his previous arrogance. Meng Yunshan and Xi Jinglun, two big figures in the Six Gate, had never taken three moves or two moves in the hands of the other party. He did not have the courage to fight in person. His face was horrified and shouted: "Stop him!"

However, the light of the swirling light was like a rushing flood. Wherever it invaded, the soldiers of the Imperial City Office were unstable, and the people were stumbled on the horse and fell to the ground.

Song Mingjing waved the dragon-shaped sword again, and used its sharp iron-cutting sharpness to pick out the bluestone on the ground, shattered it in the air, and shot it out from all directions. In just a few breaths, it broke through a passage and reached the black armor in the future.

Dingdengdeng...

The black-armored general staggered backwards, with a terrified expression and said, "Rareless! You traitor, you know that this official is the general of the Imperial City Office, which was granted by the emperor's imperial pen. Do you dare...you dare..."

laugh!

A sharp ray of energy came out of the dragon-shaped sword, like a line or a blade, and quickly attacked the throat of the black armored general.

"You are talking too much nonsense!" Song Mingjing slowly retracted the dragon-shaped sword back into his sheath and looked at the black-armored general. At the same time, a thin line cracked from the latter's throat and his head flew into the sky.

Song Mingjing looked into his big hand, and a force of sucking surged, directly sucking his head back into his palm.

He pressed his five fingers against the top of his skull, turned slowly, and looked at the Imperial City and Xiangguo Temple calmly, without any evil spirits all over his body. However, everyone was almost shivering, as if they were targeted by some kind of prehistoric beast. He was extremely panicked and could not help but retreat.

Song Mingjing threw his head to a soldier in the Imperial City Division. The latter rushed to take it, but his hands and feet were sore and weak due to horror, and he fell to the ground together with himself.

"With this head, go back and forth, or do you still want to taste Song's swordsman?"

No one answered, the scene was silent, and the needle fell to the sound. Even the monks of Xixia were lowering their heads at this moment, fearing that the other party would dislike them, so they waved a few swords.

In fact, there are nearly 300 soldiers in the Imperial City Army, and there are less than 100 people who are actually injured or killed, and there are even fewer dead. They are definitely still able to fight, but the leaders are all killed. They are also shocked by Song Mingjing's killing methods, and they are afraid to speak for a while, let alone take action.

Song Mingjing waved at Chen Ruoni. Chen Ruoni hurried forward a few steps, and then the two of them turned around and left.

Hundreds of people at the scene were either frightened, depressed, gasping for breath, or relieved, and each of them had different expressions, watching them leave.

But in a remote corner of the martial arts field, there were also a few thin figures crawling, which were Wu Shu and others.

"My God, this man is the evil god from where he came from? This is so murderous. I just took a few glances and felt that I was almost scared to pee my pants!"

"Yes! It's so scary. Fifth brother, let's leave quickly!"

Several young men trembled and whispered to the Jinmao Mouse.

However, the Jinmao seemed to have never heard of it. She stared at the direction where Song Mingjing was leaving without blinking, with an unprecedented spirit in her eyes and full of desire.
Chapter completed!