Chapter Thirty-Five: Forcing the Enemy

  Ling Jing unfolded his lightness skill and ran through the pine forest, only to hear the sound of water getting closer and closer. After a short while, he was already close to the waterfall. From afar, he saw Fei Bin holding a long sword, forcing Liu Zhengfeng and others to one side.

  The current situation is not very optimistic, Liu and Qu are both seriously injured, Linghu Cong is also severely wounded, Yilin's martial arts are ordinary, and Qu Feiyan has already been knocked to the ground by Fei Bin. In this situation, the lives of several people seem to be in Fei Bin's hands.

  Seeing this scene, he felt a slight pang in his heart, because in the original plot, after Qu Feiyan was defeated by Fei Bin, this person suddenly struck out with a ruthless hand and harmed the little girl.

  But at this moment, he was not too far away from the people in front of him. He could still vaguely see that Qu Feiyuan's chest was slightly heaving, and he let out a slight sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that it was good that he had arrived earlier. Otherwise, this little girl would probably have lost her life after just a short while.

  But at this moment, he didn't dare to delay any further. If Qu Yun was really killed by Fei Bin, he would also be uneasy in his heart. When he was still over ten zhang away from them, he loudly laughed and said: "Is that Master Fei of Songshan ahead?"

  Feng Bin was shocked, hastily wielding his sword and turning around. Just now, Linghu Chong and Yilin were hiding on one side, holding their breath. If it weren't for these two seeing that he wanted to kill Liu Zhengfeng and others, they wouldn't have jumped out. It's likely that even until the end, he wouldn't have discovered them. But at this moment, unexpectedly, there was still someone else hidden here.

  He narrowed his eyes and sized up the newcomer, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

  Ling Jing walked forward, bowed to Fei Bin with his hands clasped together, but ignored everyone else, saying: "Ling Jing, a disciple of Mount Hua, pays respects to Master Uncle Fei."

  Feng Bin uttered an "oh" and said, "I didn't expect you to be a fellow disciple of Mount Hua?" As he spoke, the corner of his eye glanced at Linghu Chong, who was the eldest disciple of the Mount Hua Sect and had just spoken out to stop him from taking action, making Feng Bin extremely angry in his heart.

  Ling Jing smiled slightly, ignoring Fei Bin's sharp gaze, and said: "I have long admired the reputation of Master Fei's 'Dashing Sun Hand', and my master has always revered you highly."

  Fei Bin burst out laughing and said, "Ling Shidi is being too polite." At this time, he pointed his sword at Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, saying, "Ling Shidi, your Huashan Sect is also a renowned sect in my righteous path. Now that Liu Zhengfeng has colluded with the demonic cult's evil people, intending to harm my Five Mountains Sword Sect, what do you think should be done about it?"

  Ling Jing took two steps forward towards Liu Zhengfeng and said coldly: "He deserves to die!"

  Fei Bin burst out laughing and exclaimed "Well said!", shifting his body slightly to the left, making room for someone.

  Linghu Chong and Yilin had been gazing at him since Ling Jing appeared, now hearing him speak, their eyes revealed a murderous intent, they felt extremely uneasy, hastily saying: "Young Master Ling (Ling younger brother), absolutely must not..."

  Only Qu Fei lay on the ground, rolling her eyes around, but her gaze was fixed firmly on Ling Jing, without a hint of panic.

  Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang couldn't recognize Ling Jing anymore, and when they escaped from the Liu residence earlier, their vitality had already been severed. At this moment, they were only relying on the residual internal energy in their bodies to barely support themselves, and in fact, they were no different from dead people.

  The two of them looked at each other and sighed. Liu Zhengfeng rushed to Ling Jingdao: "Ling Shizhong, I, Liu Zhengfeng, have also been destroyed today, my family has been broken, my name has been ruined, and now my life is only in a moment. But this little girl is innocent, I hope that after you kill us two, you can persuade Fei Shidi to spare her life." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

  Ling Jing smiled coldly, drew out his long sword and took another step forward. The long sword suddenly thrust towards Liu Zheng's neck. Fei Bin's face revealed a hint of a triumphant smile, while Linghu Chong and Yilin looked shocked, their expressions disbelieving.

  However, just as this move was only halfway through, Ling Jing suddenly turned his long sword around and stabbed it out with the back of his hand, the tip of the sword pointing straight at Fei Bin's chest.

  This move was extremely fast and seemed like a dream or an illusion. It was the ultimate technique of the "Hundred Changes Thousand Fantasies Mount Heng Clouds and Mist Thirteen Styles".

  Fei Bin had once learned the Liu family's martial art, but now he was caught off guard again. In his great shock, he hastily retreated backwards, and with a "chi" sound, his chest was slashed by the sharp sword, leaving a long gash. His clothes were torn apart, and the muscles on his chest were also injured. Although the injury wasn't severe, he was already frightened and enraged, and his vital energy was greatly depleted.

  Fei Bin immediately returned the sword to counterattack, but Ling Jing's first move had already taken the initiative. The long sword was like a spiritual snake, trembling non-stop, and it came and went in Fei Bin's sword light, forcing Fei Bin to retreat repeatedly, unable to utter half a curse.

  Ling Jing's heart was clear and calm, unexpectedly using his cunning to gain the upper hand, and then displaying this "Hundred Changes Thousand Fantasies Hengshan Clouds and Mist Thirteen Forms", he could actually force Fei Bin, a top-notch master, to retreat repeatedly. At this moment, his confidence greatly increased, and many sword moves that had not yet been grasped were slowly brought out. Between each move and style, it was as if real and fake were intertwined, and for a time, he even forced Fei Bin to the point where there was no room for counterattack.

  He was immersed in this rapid realization, and every time he made a move, he gained another point of understanding of this martial art. After about twenty moves, the system's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "The host has enlightened himself through self-realization, the talent tree's 'Hengshan Yunwu Thirteen Styles' has been lit up with progress +1, current progress 4/7"

  Liu Zhengfeng watched from the side, muttering in surprise. This "Hundred Changes and Thousand Fantasies of Mount Heng's Clouds and Mist Thirteen Forms" was actually one of the three greatest ultimate skills of their Mount Heng Sect, but how did it end up being used by a disciple of the Huashan Sect?

  Moreover, judging from his demeanor, he seems to have grasped the essence of this sword technique. The transition between virtual and real is as smooth as a divine brushstroke. It's likely that his innate talent in this sword technique far surpasses his own, but this young man's swordsmanship is not quite refined, clearly having just learned it recently.

  At this moment, he felt even more strange and thought to himself: "Could it be that Shixiong secretly taught this young man this sword technique, letting him come and rescue us?"

  It has been rumored in Jianghu that he and Mr. Mo Da do not get along, often fighting for power and profit within the sect, but he himself knows that his senior brother is only cold on the surface and warm at heart. Now that he is in trouble, he is afraid that his senior brother has already hidden himself, only fearing to bring trouble to the Hengshan Sect, so he has been hiding and not coming out.

  As he thought of this, he raised his eyes and looked around, but now his internal strength was greatly reduced, his vitality was cut off, and his eyesight was much worse than before. In the end, he didn't find anything.

  Linghu Chong and Yilin only saw Ling Jing suddenly pointing his sword at Fei Bin, and they were overjoyed in their hearts. They then realized that earlier Ling Jing had just used a little trick to deceive Fei Bin into lowering his guard, but they themselves had mistakenly suspected him, and for a moment they felt deeply ashamed.

  But at this moment, he saw that Ling Jing's Hengshan swordsmanship had actually forced Fei Bin, a master of the Songshan school, to be at a loss. He was greatly shocked in his heart. Firstly, they didn't know how Ling Jing had learned this ultimate skill of the Hengshan school. Although the Five Mountains Sword Sects were allies, the schools would never exchange martial arts with each other. If this matter were to spread, it would likely bring big trouble to the Huashan school.

  Secondly, they did not expect that Ling Jing's swordsmanship had actually improved so much since the last time he sat in a duel with Tian Bo Guang at the Swan Goose Tower. This sword technique was used by him to make people dizzy and confused, making it impossible for anyone to tell which move was real and which was fake.

  Yi Lin was fine in her heart, she just felt that Ling Jing should be such a genius, and she was happy for him.

  But at this moment, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel very disheartened. He had always been praised as the number one disciple of Mount Hua's first generation, and among the second-generation disciples, his martial arts skills were considered top-notch, making him the most likely candidate to succeed as the next leader of the Mount Hua Sect.

  But at this moment, he only saw the sharp light in Ling Jing's eyes, obviously also a great progress in internal strength, and was afraid that it had already far surpassed himself. His swordsmanship, thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wryly, secretly comparing himself with Ling Jing, but felt that although he had learned some exquisite sword moves from his master, if he were to compare with Ling Jing, he would probably fall into the lower ranks again, and in his heart, he was truly disheartened.

  Ling Jing didn't know what others thought in their hearts, he just used the "Bai Bian Qian Huan Heng Shan Yun Wu Shi San Shi" that he understood in his heart, one move at a time, and gradually also gained more insight into the subtleties of this sword technique.

  At this time, Fei Bin suddenly made a move with a stern face, using the "Songshan Swordsmanship". This move was majestic and stable as a mountain. However, he suddenly opened the middle gate and slashed his sword horizontally towards Ling Jing's chest and abdomen.

  Ling Jing's heart slightly trembled, he knew that the "Songshan Swordsmanship" had seventeen fast and slow styles, each move was profound and intricate. He didn't dare to be careless, and quickly used a slanted sword to block Fei Bin's attack. However, Fei Bin's internal energy was too strong, and with one block, he forced Ling Jing to retreat six or seven steps in a row, his tiger mouth also slightly numbing.

  At this time, he suddenly stood in the distance, holding his sword and laughing: "Fei Shifu's swordsmanship is indeed ordinary, can't 'Daxiang Yangshou' really only use palms and not swords? Is it just a reputation blown up by others?" After finishing speaking, he laughed again.

  Fei Bin's face was gloomy, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he stared at Ling Jing, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. In a low, ominous tone, he growled: "You little brat, I want you dead!"

  P.S: First update, sweating, haven't eaten breakfast or lunch yet...