Swish!

A warrior in black walked around Yue Huaixian, waved his long horse whip, twisted like a snake's shadow, wrapped around Ye Yexin's calves, and suddenly pulled it with force.

Ye Yexin cried out, her body fell down and was pulled out by the warrior in black.

"Miss Ye Xin!"

Yue Huaixian looked anxious and waved his sword with his left hand to slash at the whip.

Another black-clad warrior laughed and slapped his horse forward, raised his scimitar and slashed it down hard.

The sword and sword collided, causing Yue Huaixian to stagger and fall backwards.

These black-clothed warriors are actually the most elite Tianlang Guards in the Khitan. Each of them is carefully selected from thousands of troops. They are loyal, brave and reliable, and fearless.

"Oh! Ye Quanzhong's daughter?"

Yelu Feiyun looked at Ye Yexin, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. He pointed at the horse whip and said, "Don't hurt her. I have been an old rival of Ye Quanzhong for more than ten years. Now Ye Quanzhong is dead. How can I not take good care of her daughter?"

"yes!"

The warrior in black who was whipping the whip understood it, shouted, drove his horse forward, leaned over and reached out to capture Ye Yexin.

Ye Yexin's face was pale, she screamed in surprise, and struggled to roll aside.

call out!

At this moment, a sharp and harsh sound of breaking the wind sounded, and a stone burst out, and strangely pierced through the palm of the black-clothed warrior, and a bunch of blood splashed out.

With warm blood dripping on Ye Yexin's cheek, she widened her eyes and felt a flower in front of her, and suddenly there was a figure.

Knock!

The black-clothed warrior froze his entire arm. Before he could feel the pain, the waist knife he was wearing had already flew out and was pushed by an invisible palm force.

Swish swish swish swish!

The waist knife turned rapidly like a windmill, soaring into the air, and with a crisp "cry", it cut off the head of the warrior in black.

Then the waist knife continued to move, turning into a thin white light, spewing out a sharp air, and spiraling around the field. However, after hearing the sound of splitting several times, three heads flew out into the sky, and then turned into a white ray and hang down and fell into a palm of one person.

Song Mingjing held a knife in his hand.

The sudden change occurred, and Yelu Feiyun and other Khitan warriors were shocked. Xue Yipiao, Yue Huaixian, and Ye Yexin were both surprised and happy when they saw the savior from the sky.

"Hero, brother... Help, these Khitans covet my beauty. You must keep my chastity..." Xue Yipu shouted.

Song Mingjing glanced at him and said with no expression: "If you say another word, I will turn around and leave immediately."

Xue Yipiao laughed dryly and slapped himself twice.

Seeing that his four companions were in disguise, the Khitan warriors were furious, and they all shouted, pulled out their swords, and urged their horses to surround Song Mingjing.

"Slow down!"

Yelu Feiyun waved his hand and ordered his turbulent subordinates to stop his cold eyes. He said coldly: "Who are you? Why did you kill me Khitan warrior?"

Song Mingjing's method of killing four times made him quite afraid, so he suppressed his surging murderous intent and wanted to explore the other party's background first.

This time, Yelu Feiyun sneaked into the Central Plains, originally trying to capture and kill Yue Huaixian and kill the grass and remove the roots.

Then he met with Tianlang Wei and accidentally learned about the emergence of the Seven Killings Sutra. He temporarily changed the first target to seize the Seven Killings Sutra.

The group rushed to Huizhou, but after all, they were still one step late. Otherwise, if he could see the situation where Song Mingjing killed all directions half a day ago, Yelu Feiyun promised to turn around and run away without saying a word.

"It's such a lot of nonsense. Do you need a reason every time when you kill someone?"

Song Mingjing casually threw a word and stepped out one step, his body was like a shuttle, and the scimitar in his palm drew a half-moon-like cold light, which suddenly surged into the sky, and the cold air shone on the Khitan warriors.

Yelu Feiyun finally became furious and shouted: "Looking for death, kill him!"

Around twenty Khitan warriors roared with murderous aura, and their horses were filled with murderous aura. The horse's hooves were raised and the scimitar was raised, bringing out a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and they all slashed towards Song Mingjing.

Song Mingjing did not dodge or avoid it. He changed his scimitar in his hand, as if he had become part of his arm, and he bent straight and wished, easily swung several scimitars to slash.

Then his figure turned into a afterimage, flashing and appearing. Wherever his figure passed, Khitan warriors fell off their horses, or their throats were cut or their heads were split, which was already extinct.

Yelu Feiyun roared sharply, slapped his palm on the horse's back, drew out the scimitar, and suddenly rushed up, flying into the sky three feet high.

As his name suggests, he must be like flying catkins and flowing clouds. His figure flashed in the air and suddenly came to the back of Song Mingjing and slashed the skull of Song Ming's lens with a knife.

With his martial arts skills, once he is strong, not to mention the physical body, even if he is a steel bar, he will probably have to be cut off with one knife and two pieces, without any suspense.

But Yelu Feiyun's sword momentum was just around the corner, and Song Mingjing suddenly turned around, stretched his palm, and directly grabbed the blade he had slashed.

Yelu Feiyun's face was shocked, and she felt as if a wall was blocking her face, and the blade could no longer move forward.

"Get out!"

Song Mingjing twisted his five fingers, and the steel knife that had been tempered for thousands of times immediately made a "crack" sound, suddenly breaking into dozens of pieces, and rolling back towards Yelu Feiyun.

Yelu Feiyun fell backwards. As soon as he avoided the fragments and shot, a palm was already printed on his chest.

It was like an erupting volcano, and the fierce and hot energy penetrated into the body. Yelu Feiyun seemed to be in the sea of ​​fire for an instant, burning by endless flames. His blood was boiling like a boil, and bubbles bulged on the surface of his skin.

Yelu Feiyun let out a painful roar like a wild beast, and his whole body flew several feet away.

"General Yelu!"

The remaining Khitan warriors exclaimed.

Song Mingjing no longer looked at him. Yelu Feiyun's martial arts skills were not weak, and he was only one or two points inferior to the four famous swords. However, if he hit him with a Chi Tianjue hand, unless he personally took action to resolve the fire poison, he would only be scorched to death by the fire poison.

The sword light rose again, and a sharp cold light slashed out.

More than 20 Khitan warriors, including Yelu Feiyun, were wiped out after only a dozen breaths, and all died at his hands.

"So awesome!"

Looking at the bloody corpses on the ground, Xue Yipiao and the other two were shocked. Even though they had seen Song Mingjing take action, they were now more and more thrilling as insiders.

Yue Huaixian took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for helping me, Yue Huaixian is very grateful!"

Song Mingjing threw the scimitar down, glanced at Yue Huaixian, and smiled slightly.

After he practiced the Seven Killings Sutra, his original long sword was also abandoned by him.

The Seven Killing Langjun is a versatile talent and is proficient in any weapon in the world. The Seven Killing True Sutra he created is also suitable for all weapons.

However, in order to tap the greatest potential of the Seven Killings True Sutra, the Seven Killings Langjun personally created a Qimen weapon that is most suitable for the Seven Killings True Sutra.

This Qimen weapon is also one of Song Mingjing's goals.

Ye Yexin stared at Song Mingjing blankly, thinking in her heart that if she could have such powerful martial arts, then her father, mother, and family members might not die, and would not be bullied, and she would not have the power to fight back. She knelt on the ground with a "thump" and kowtowed, "Please teach me martial arts!"

Song Mingjing looked motionless, looked at Xue Yipiao, Ye Yexin glanced at him and said calmly: "Get up, come with me!"
Chapter completed!