Chapter 119 Flute Sound
Although Jiang Lingyin was injured, he became more courageous, with anger burning in his eyes.
She clenched her teeth, and the pain from the wound seemed to further stimulate her fighting spirit.
Seeing this, the masked man became more aggressive and his sword moves came like a storm.
Jiang Lingyin dodged left and right flexibly, avoiding fatal attacks at the last moment each time.
Suddenly, Jiang Lingyin spotted a flaw in the masked man's moves, took a step forward, and stabbed the masked man's ribs with the black iron sword at a tricky angle.
The masked man was startled and quickly dodged to the side, but his black robe was still cut by the tip of the sword.
"What a cunning girl!"
The masked man shouted angrily and attacked again.
Jiang Lingyin was not afraid at all and confronted him head-on.
The two swords collided, making a clanging sound and sparks flying.
Jiang Lingyin's physical strength was constantly being consumed, but her will was becoming stronger.
She tried her best, using all her strength in every move.
The masked man also noticed Jiang Lingyin's tenacity, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart, but the sword in his hand showed no mercy.
After another round of fierce confrontation, Jiang Lingyin's steps began to become a little unsteady, but the masked man's attack was still swift.
At this critical moment, Jiang Lingyin suddenly had an idea. She pretended to be exhausted and her body swayed.
The masked man thought he had an opportunity and stabbed with all his strength.
Jiang Lingyin instantly turned sideways and swept the black iron sword across, directly hitting the masked man's legs.
The masked man was caught off guard and quickly jumped up to avoid the attack, but was still scratched on the calf by Jiang Lingyin's sword.
"hateful!"
The masked man became angry and launched a more frantic attack.
The masked man's dagger pierced Jiang Lingyin's throat like a poisonous snake coming out of a cave.
Jiang Lingyin dodged to the side and swung the black iron sword in his hand directly at the masked man's chest.
The masked man reacted quickly and drew his sword back to block.
There was a "ding" sound.
The two swords collided and sparks flew.
Then, the masked man's swordsmanship suddenly changed. His moves became more and more bizarre, and the sword shadows were like weaving, dazzling the eyes.
Jiang Lingyin responded calmly. Her eyes were as sharp as torches, closely watching every move of the masked man. Her steps were flexible and her figure was as fast as a swallow, moving freely among the sword shadows.
She did a backflip and cleverly avoided the masked man's horizontal slash.
The moment he landed, he knelt on one knee, and swept out the black iron sword with a whistling wind, directly attacking the masked man's lower body.
The masked man leaped forward and dodged easily. At the same time, he turned in the air and stabbed Jiang Lingyin with the dagger from top to bottom.
Jiang Lingyin rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
When she stood up, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She suddenly threw the black iron sword upwards and quickly formed seals with her hands.
The black iron sword was instantly wrapped by an invisible force, turning into several sword shadows and flying towards the masked man.
The masked man's face changed slightly, and the dagger in his hand danced rapidly, forming a sword curtain, trying to resist the attack of the sword shadow.
All that was heard was a series of "ding-dang-dang" sounds, as sword shadows collided with sword curtains and light shone everywhere.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Lingyin flew forward, caught the falling black iron sword, poured all his strength into it, and stabbed it towards the masked man's abdomen.
The masked man was unable to dodge and could only hold his dagger across his body to block.
The powerful impact forced the masked man to take several steps back, and his palms felt numb.
Jiang Lingyin was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her cheeks, and blood from the wound was still oozing out, staining her clothes red.
But her eyes remained firm, staring at the masked man in front of her.
"Today, no one can stop me!"
The masked man became furious and his sword moves became more and more ferocious, with every move showing his determination to kill.
"You little brat, how shameless! Give me your life!"
His figure was as elusive as a ghost, and Jiang Lingyin could only deal with it relying on instinct and years of combat experience.
At this moment, various ways of coping quickly flashed through Jiang Lingyin's mind. She decided not to passively defend anymore, but to take the initiative to attack.
She suddenly rushed towards the masked man, raised the black iron sword high, and chopped down with all her strength.
The masked man didn't expect that she still had so much strength, and hurriedly raised his sword to resist.
With a loud "clang", the two swords collided, causing Jiang Lingyin's arm to go numb.
But she bit her lips tightly, endured the pain, and used the reaction force of the sword to quickly turn her body and kick the masked man in the chest.
The masked man was caught off guard and was kicked, taking a few steps back.
Jiang Lingyin took the opportunity to chase him, his sword skills became more fierce, and every sword strike went straight to the masked man's vital points.
However, the masked man was very powerful after all, and he quickly stabilized his body.
The two men were once again caught in a fierce fight, and it was difficult to separate them for a while.
The sounds of fighting around us seemed to fade away.
In Jiang Lingyin's eyes, there was only this powerful and mysterious masked man at this moment.
She had only one thought in her mind: defeat him!
The masked man suddenly whistled in a strange tone.
The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to be able to cut through the dark night and linger in the air for a long time.
The two mid-level medicine men were instantly pulled by invisible ropes.
They quickly gathered around and formed a tight triangle with the masked man.
Together they launched a fierce attack on Jiang Lingyin.
Jiang Lingyin secretly thought that something was wrong and her heart suddenly tightened.
But she knew that panicking at the moment would be useless, so she quickly suppressed the surging emotions in her heart.
His eyes became more determined, as if burning with a raging fire, and he could only fight the enemy with all his strength.
She gritted her teeth, gripped the black iron sword tightly in both hands, and attacked the masked man fiercely.
Just when a medicine man used a heavy long stick to press down Jiang Lingyin's black iron sword, the long stick seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, making her black iron sword unable to move.
The masked man's dagger flashed coldly in the moonlight, and it stabbed towards Jiang Lingyin's heart like a deadly poisonous snake.
Jiang Lingyin's pupils contracted sharply due to extreme fear.
Veins bulged on her forehead as she struggled to break free from the long stick.
But the power of the long stick was so great that she was unable to escape for a moment.
However, at this critical moment of life and death, a sharp flute sound suddenly rang out.
The sound of the flute seemed to have powerful magic, instantly penetrating the entire battlefield.
The sound was so high and its force was so sharp that it seemed to be able to split the chaotic world into pieces.
All the medicine men fell to the ground with their heads in their hands in agony, howling miserably.
They kept rolling on the ground, their bodies twisted into strange shapes, as if they were suffering great and unbearable pain.
Their faces were extremely distorted by pain, and their originally hideous faces now looked even more terrifying.
Jiang Lingyin took the opportunity to exert force suddenly and broke free from the suppression of the long stick. He gasped heavily and his chest heaved violently like a bellows.
The sweat on her forehead fell like rain, soaking her clothes.
He looked at the sudden changes in front of him with lingering fear, his eyes filled with confusion and vigilance.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely strange.
The sharp flute sound was still circling in the air, and the masked man's face became increasingly gloomy. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, as if looking for the source of the flute sound.
Jiang Lingyin did not dare to relax at all. He held the black iron sword tightly, ready to deal with any possible attack at any time.