MTL - Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms-Chapter 52 Cheng Ling's sword

   Chapter 52: The Sword of the Spirit

  Cheng Lingsu holds a cup in his hand, and his eyes are like water.

  Linhai Wang looked at the wine glass that she handed over, and seemed to pause slightly.

   At this moment, time seems to pass extremely slowly, why did King Linhai stop? Will he drink this glass of wine?

   Actually, King Linhai just looked at Cheng Ling and was a little intoxicated, so he stopped for a while.

   His eyes didn't even leave Cheng Ling's face, then he opened his mouth and grabbed the edge of the wine glass.

   A slight force pulled over, Cheng Ling let go of the wine glass, and King Linhai raised his head slightly and drank the wine glass in his mouth.

   Then he opened his mouth and laughed.

The    wine glass was thrown on the ground beside him at will, making a clanging sound.

   He drank the wine, but the adverse reaction of the cephalosporin pairing with the wine did not occur immediately, and King Linhai was as if nothing had happened after drinking the wine.

   "Beauty, your mood is a bit old-fashioned! The lonely king doesn't like to dawdle, so let's be direct! Hahaha..."

   In the roar of laughter, King Linhai stretched out his arm again and hugged Cheng Ling. He smiled and hugged him, and his lips came together. He wanted to kiss Cheng Ling!

Cheng Ling stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly on King Linhai's chin, she said "Shh", her voice was soft, but her eyes were slightly cold, and said, "Your Majesty, I have something not old-fashioned here, you don't want it. hurry."

   After she finished speaking, she made a little effort and slid away from King Linhai's arms like a swimming fish.

   At this moment, King Linhai's eyes changed a bit.

   In surprise, he scrutinized a little more.

  Cheng Ling's ingenuity just now was not simple. As an expert in the field, King Linhai instantly realized an unusual meaning.

   But the conceit brought about by the tyrannical force prevented him from taking control of Cheng Ling for the first time. Instead, he leaned back and watched Cheng Ling's movements with a more relaxed attitude.

  Cheng Ling stood up and walked lightly to the middle of the tent. She looked around and saw a sword on the table of a general on the left.

   Seeing that the sword was three feet long and the size was just right, Cheng Ling said, "Your Majesty, the slave family knows how to dance swords, so how about borrowing this general's sword?"

   The voice fell, and without waiting for King Linhai to answer, Cheng Ling walked over on his own, stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword.

   On the field, many eyes looked over. Behind the low table, the owner of the long sword did not stop Cheng Ling. He was drunk and had a dancer in his arms.

   Cheng Ling drew his sword and came out.

brush!

  The sword light reflected the light, as if it had illuminated the autumn water.

  It is not the sword that is good, but the person who dances the sword.

   At this moment, a three-foot green front came out of the sky, and the willow waist returned to the wind, and the sword was like frost and snow.

   This is the sword of Emei, like the flying of a swallow, like the lightness of a flying monkey.

  Cheng Ling once followed the teacher to visit the Emei School when she was ten years old. This set of swordsmanship was handed down to her by the abbot of Emei at that time.

  In modern society, it is too difficult to inherit Chinese arts. There are many masters who are willing to inherit their skills, but there are very few disciples who can endure hardships and dare to accept the inheritance.

  Cheng Ling has been practicing martial arts for 20 years. Not only is it the culmination of the Fang family, but it can also be regarded as the best of all families.

   At this moment, as soon as the Emei sect's Huifeng Wuxue Sword came out, first of all, it was extremely ornamental.

In modern martial arts, the superb killing skills are often concealed in the highly ornamental martial arts routines, sword dance and sword dance. At this moment, Cheng Ling's sword dance makes people unable to distinguish whether it is the sword before the dance or the sword dance. First.

  Unknowingly, all the soldiers who were drunk all woke up in a trance, and they didn't know who they were, they took the lead and shouted: Good!

   Comes like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a river condensing clear light.

  The sword wind swept across, and the lights in the tent flickered.

   Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.

   A voice shouted loudly from outside: "Your Majesty! Wang Yong really sent someone here to rob Wang Qilang!"

King Linhai was suddenly shocked, excitedly slapped on the low table in front of him, and laughed happily: "Hahaha, good! Hurry up and surround everyone, this king wants to take the Wang family today, here is the elite. All the episodes are slaughtered!"

   said again: "Brothers, follow this king to kill!"

   Before he finished speaking, the others had already stood up from behind the desk and strode out of the tent.

   At this time, the musicians in the tent were still drumming, and Cheng Ling's sword flower just came out from the bottom of his sleeve.

   King Linhai took the wind under his feet, and he was a little reluctant to bear her when he was about to pass the road, so he stretched out a hand like lightning, as if he was about to catch her sword.

   "Beauty, go with the Lone King and watch the Lone King kill!"

   He smiled, not noticing that his face had begun to flush abnormally. Bean-sized beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, and suddenly a drop of sweat slipped down and slid across his right eyelid.

   At this moment, the line of sight of the King of the Sea was blocked.

  Cheng Ling flew over like a swallow in the forest, and said with a light smile, "Your Majesty, my slave's foot hurts, can you help me walk?"

  Linhai Wang felt that Cheng Ling in front of him suddenly had many phantoms, and her lingering chuckle was heard in all directions. His heartbeat began to speed up, and his breathing became difficult.

   Between the lightning and flint, another sword protruded from the bottom of Cheng Ling's sleeve, who rushed over.

   This sword was so fast that King Linhai couldn't see it clearly, and no one around the soldiers could see it clearly.

  Cheng Ling already held a sword in his right hand, but the sword never moved.

   Another sword that suddenly appeared at this moment was stabbed from the bottom of her left sleeve like a dragon going out to sea in an instant!

   It's not even accurate to say the stab, the sword is more like a fly when it comes.

   flew a sword, and the head of the poisonous Jiao went straight to the throat of the King of the Sea.

  Linhaiwang shouted loudly and raised his hand to block, but at this moment he had a headache and palpitations, sweating like a pulp, difficulty breathing, and blurred vision.

   The adverse reaction of cephalosporins with wine finally broke out on him!

  Cheng Ling's sword pierced his throat.

   But King Linhai didn't die immediately. In such a thrilling situation, he was born with this sword, and then he made a wrong step.

The    sword slashed across his right neck, blood spurted out, King Linhai covered his throat and stared at Cheng Ling with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall to the ground.

  Everything goes up and down, it's a long story, but in fact it just happened in the blink of an eye.

   At this time, the surrounding soldiers reacted, and some people shouted: "thief, how dare you assassinate the king!"

  Someone copied the weapon beside him to save people, Cheng Ling changed his mind instantly, rushed forward and went around behind King Linhai.

   She held the Longquan Sword in her left hand across King Linhai's neck, and the long sword in her right hand pointed out diagonally. She also said loudly: "Everyone stand! Whoever dares to come over, I will cut off your king's head in an instant!"

   King Linhai was speechless, he was confused, and just subconsciously covered his bleeding neck with his hands.

  Cheng Ling held him up and dragged him out of the tent.

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