Chapter 52: 52 Cheng Ling's Sword

Cheng Lingsu held the cup in his hand, and his eyes were like water.

King Linhai looked at the wine glass that she handed over, and seemed to pause for a moment.

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

In fact, 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 cephalosporin 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 solitary king doesn't like to dawdle, so let's be direct! Hahaha..."

In the roar of laughter, King Linhai's arm stretched out again and hugged Cheng Ling. He smiled and hugged the person, 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 struggled slightly, and she slipped away from King Linhai's arms like a swimming fish.

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

Astonished, he took a little more scrutiny.

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

However, the conceit brought by the tyrannical force prevented him from immediately exerting control over Cheng Ling. 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 saber?"

The voice fell, and without waiting for King Linhai to answer, Cheng Ling walked over on his own and reached out to grab 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's not the sword that's good, it's the man who dances the sword.

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

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

When Cheng Ling was ten years old, she followed the teacher to visit the Emei School, and this set of swordsmanship was handed down to her by the abbot of Emei at that time.

In modern society, the inheritance of Chinese arts is too difficult. 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 practiced martial arts for 20 years, not to mention the culmination of Fang's family, but also to learn from the strengths of other 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 suddenly woke up, and they didn't know who they were, they took the lead and shouted: Good!

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

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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!"

He said, "Brothers, follow this king to kill people!"

Before he finished speaking, the others had already stood up from behind the table, 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 when he was about to pass the road, Cheng Ling was a little reluctant to bear her, so he stretched out a hand like lightning, as if he was about to catch her sword.

"Beauty, go with the solitary king and watch the solitary 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, King Linhai's vision was blocked.

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

King Linhai felt that Cheng Ling in front of him suddenly had many phantoms, and her lingering chuckles were 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 him could see it clearly.

Cheng Ling was holding a sword in his right hand, but the sword never moved.

Another sword that suddenly appeared at this moment was pierced 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 flying when it comes.

Flying a sword, the head of the poisonous dragon went straight to the throat of King Linhai.

King Linhai shouted loudly and raised his hand to block it, but at this moment he had a headache, sweating like puddles, difficulty breathing, and his vision was blurry.

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, staring at Cheng Ling with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall to the ground.

All the ups and downs are long stories, but in fact they just happened in the blink of an eye.

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

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

The Longquan Sword in her left hand was placed across King Linhai's neck, and the long sword in her right hand pointed diagonally outwards, and she also said loudly: "Everyone stop! Whoever dares to come over, I will cut off your king's head in an instant!"

King Linhai was speechless. He was sane, but subconsciously covered his bleeding neck with his hands.

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

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