Chapter 47 I only know how to kill people, but I don't know how to save people

The black monkey still sat on the ground with a sword and shook his head at Ling Sheng.

Baihuang Mountain is a hidden mountain. Although there is no trace of practitioners, no one can tell whether there are practitioners in the hidden mountain. Watch this scene in the array, or the next moment a practitioner will walk into the hidden mountain and fly over the clouds.

Ling Sheng, as a practitioner, if he kills mortals here and is bumped into by others, he has violated the iron law since ancient times and should be killed by the practitioners of the world.

The black monkey was too shocking and did not say anything, but the meaning of his eyes was obvious: in another place, how to kill these guys can be at will, but under the hidden mountain, it is of great importance, and there is no need to cause trouble for a few mortals.

Ling Sheng glanced at the black monkey and said, "If you are bullied in front of you, what will you do? If you are cowardly and retreat, you also deserve to practice "Sword Qi Tong Xuan"?

The black monkey spread out his hands full of black hair and looked helpless.

Ling Sheng said slowly: "That so-called iron law must be to prevent practitioners from attacking the world for no reason, but it will not make the secular people above the practitioners. Today, I will kill him. Let's see who will condemn me with this, and who will kill me on this grounds?

The black monkey grinned and glanced at the depths of Baihuang Mountain.

Lu Laohan's father and daughter and Liu Wenwu and his party were all confused, but it did not prevent the black warrior from take action.

This person set his bow and arrow, just in an instant.

Three arrows at the same time!

One arrow to Ling Sheng's head.

One arrow to Lu Lingxiu.

One arrow to the old man Lu.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was very sharp, but the three arrows shot out together, and the sound was in one place, but it seemed to be a sound.

Ling Sheng stepped forward a few steps, and his body was faster than the arrow. He grabbed the arrow in front of him and threw it to the side.

The other two arrows were cut off by the arrow thrown by Ling Sheng. Although the arrow still flew forward, it lacked its accuracy.

Liu Wenwu lay on the ground and hummed twice. He was barely getting up when he saw three sharp arrows falling to the ground, two of which had been cut off, and his face was so pale that he couldn't help turning his head and looking.

The man in black is equally pale.

The skill of these three arrows is already his ultimate skill in archery. Ordinary people are afraid of being pierced by arrows before they can react. How can they take over the three arrows together? But the other party easily took three arrows. This kung fu, even the top martial arts master, is far worse than this skill...

The man in black gritted his teeth and thought sharply in his heart.

Ling Sheng's face was calm, and he did not use his sword spirit. He just reacted quickly with his body that became strong because of his practice, and then threw the arrow out and cut off the other two flying arrows with the original flying knife. The scene looked amazing, even shocking in the eyes of people in martial arts, but in Ling Sheng's eyes, it was tantamount to turning a palm.

Lu Lingxiu's father and daughter were surprised, and Lu Laohan was quite shocked, but Lu Lingxiu, a little girl, seemed to see hope, and there was a trace of brilliance in her eyes.

Ling Sheng said lightly, "I was careless for a while, and it was not me who was attacked, so I didn't react, which made you win with one arrow, which seemed to make you quite proud?"

The man in black had the intention to escape, but he knew that it was difficult to escape successfully, so he had to smile bitterly and said, "Brother, you are good at it, and I dare not have such an idea."

"The reason why you got it is not that I don't intend to save people, but that I don't know how to save people."

Ling Sheng sighed and said, "I only know how to kill."

As soon as the words come out, people change color.

The man in black's face changed greatly. Knowing that the young man opposite was murderous, he immediately jumped back, turned around and fled.

The black monkey suddenly threw a long sword.

Ling Sheng took it casually and pointed to the man in black from afar.

The golden light flashed, and the sword spirit broke through.

At this moment, a black monkey suddenly came to his ear and said, "The sword spirit is the sword spirit, which can not only pierce but also cut."

The people in black were cold all over. They turned their heads and were shocked, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

A golden sword spirit came to his heart.

The man in black is as dull as a wooden chicken, and his body is still running forward, but his mind has been lost.

Seeing that he was about to die, suddenly, the sword spirit crossed aside and avoided the pulse of his heart.

"Is I still alive?"

The man in black said to himself.

A sudden pain came from his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that he had broken his arm, but the pain as deep as the bone marrow still reminded him that he was still alive in the world.

There was a ploping sound, and more than a dozen servants knelt down, trembled and begged for mercy.

Liu Wenwu's face was bloodless, and there was only one thought left in his heart: "Previous, I wanted to slap him and slap a fairy?"

Lu Lingxiu's eyes widened and stared at this young man who didn't have any elegant breath, like a chivalrous man.

Not to mention the old man Lu, he trembling, his mouth kowtoed, and he couldn't speak.

Ling Sheng looked at the family who knelt down and said calmly, "Maybe there are many people among you who have a conscience, but it doesn't matter. In front of me, you are just a pile of scum that fuel this popularity. There must be a lot of evil deeds that usually follow this person, but I don't care how many evils you have done."

"It's just that you bumped into me after all."

The long sword swept forward, and the sword spirit took off and crossed across.

More than a dozen bodies with lazy waists were cut off, with a strong smell of blood.

Liu Wenwu said with a grunt, and his face was slightly pale because of excessive wine and color. At this time, he sat as white as paper and couldn't help trembling. Looking at Ling Sheng's eyes, he had already begging a little.

Ling Sheng walked to him and said, "As the saying goes, don't reach out and hit the smiling face."

Liu Wenwu immediately squeezed out a smiling face with tears on his face.

"If every arrogant and domineering guy in front of me always squeezes out an ugly smiling face afterwards, then I can only blame the past?" Ling Sheng said, "In this way, everyone can ride on top of my head."

"What's more, your face makes people lose their appetite and can't eat. You don't deserve to die. Who deserves to die?"

Liu Wenwu's head rolled out, and there was still panic, regret and fear on his face.

Lu Lingxiu was quite unbearable, but when he remembered the disaster he almost encountered, he turned his mind and said, "Maybe the ordinary people who died in his hands in the past were also so frightened. Those women who were defiled and eventually fell into the brothel were afraid that they would have no expression when they were dying, because they were only numb, and there was nothing else. If he doesn't die, I'm afraid that even death is just an extravagant hope.

Liu Wenwu and his party only left the man in black with a broken arm.

Ling Sheng suddenly threw a jade bottle and rolled in front of the person in black.

"Serve it."