sword from heaven

Chapter 509 Red Sword
But the magic eye failed to find Zhou Yaozong through layers of obstacles.

Zhou Yaozong is not in the Blood Smoke Sect.

Song Yunge frowned and thought for a while, could it be that like himself, when he came to this time from the light hole, he ran away?
But it's useless to find Zhou Yaozong now, all you need is the magic eye to guard the light hole here to see if anyone goes in.

What he was looking for was Soul Purification Sect.

The one that can really restrain the magic of blood and smoke is the Heavenly Purification Mantra of the Soul Purification Sect.

The Pure Soul Sect is a rather strange sect, it seems to be a Buddhist sect and a Taoist sect, it is difficult to tell clearly when they are mixed together.

The Soul Purification Sect is similar to the Heavenly Mystery Gate, ethereal and illusory, and I don't know where it is.

It was not easy for him to find the Pure Soul Sect.

Thinking of this, he gave birth to a murderous intent, and unceremoniously rushed towards the direction of the Blood Smoke Sect.

The blood smoke magic is too evil, and those who practice the blood smoke magic are all worthy of death, just kill them directly.

The magic eye prevails, he can find the Blood Smoke Sect even with his eyes closed, and after a quarter of an hour, he came to the mountain where the Blood Smoke Sect is located.

At this time, Zhou Yaozong had already returned to the Blood Smoke Sect, and gathered all the elders in the main hall of the suzerain.

They were about to talk when Song Yunge had already rushed into the Blood Smoke Sect.

There was no sect guard formation in the Blood Smoke Sect, only the guards. When they saw him barging in, they all rose into the air to intercept him and let out long roars at the same time.

Zhou Yaozong frowned.

He came outside the main hall, jumped into the air, looked down in the air, saw Song Yunge, and his expression changed drastically.

"Sovereign master?" An elder beside him asked, seeing the strange expression on his face.

Zhou Yaozong shouted: "Everyone avoid him!"

He shook the sky, and shot towards Song Yunge as he spoke.

Song Yunge turned his hand and killed several people, avoiding Zhou Yaozong, and said with a long smile: "It's not rude to come here, if you can go in there and kill, I can come here, and I will pay you back!"

"You——should—die—!" Zhou Yaozong watched his disciples being killed without any power to fight back under Singer Song Yun, his heart ached like twists and turns.

Song Yunge laughed loudly: "I deserve to die, and you all deserve to die. It is an unforgivable crime to practice such insane martial arts!"

"Kill!" The disciples were not only not afraid when they saw their classmates being slaughtered like this, but instead aroused their tyranny and bloodiness.

They all went crazy and rushed towards Song Yunge without thinking about their own safety, even if they died, they would kill Song Yunge.

It is this kind of madness and bloodiness that no one comes to provoke the Blood Smoke Sect, but anyone who dares to provoke the Blood Smoke Sect will be wiped out.

Song Yunge's figure was like a ghost, he avoided Zhou Yaozong lightly, and killed the disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect one by one.

In the blink of an eye, he had already killed more than twenty disciples.

There were more disciples rushing up desperately, they were cut down like weeds, but they still rushed forward indifferently.

In fact, this is also the effect of the blood smoke magic skill. When you see blood, you will feel excited. There is no fear, only excitement and passion.

Zhou Yaozong was heartbroken, these masters who rushed up were all the top masters in the sect, with this battle, the strength of the Blood Smoke Sect was greatly damaged.

He decided that he couldn't continue like this, and shouted loudly: "All disciples retreat! Those who break the law will be expelled from the sect!"

"All disciples retreat!"

"Back off!"

Several elders hurriedly shouted, the sound shook the sky and shook everyone's hearts, making them sober.

Looking at the pile of corpses on the ground, they slowly came to their senses, the madness in their eyes dissipated, and they retreated flutteringly.

But their body skills are far inferior to Song Yunge's.

Song Yunge was like a wisp of smoke, erratic and unpredictable, at the same time the Thunder Moon Sword was also flickering, quickly harvesting lives.

"Retreat into their respective courtyards!" Zhou Yaozong shouted after seeing this.

Everyone backed away.

They were desperate and fearless before, but when they retreated now, their instinct for survival immediately took over. They were all terrified, without the bravery they had before, and rushed back to their yard in a hurry.

It's a pity that Song Yunge has magic eyes, the Thunder Moon Divine Knife flickered, and instantly entered a courtyard to kill the people in the courtyard.

"Ah!" Zhou Yaozong let out a long cry: "All elders, follow me to kill the enemy!"

He has already seen that Song Yunge intends to destroy the Blood Smoke Sect, today either you die or I die, and if one is not good, the Blood Smoke Sect will be destroyed.

He didn't care about saving his strength, and took out a blood-red sign from his arms. The sign was like a flame, the size of a palm, exquisite and exquisite, with strange patterns. As he pushed it, a ball of flame gradually rose.

The flame went up into the air.

More than a dozen elders clapped their hands at it one after another.

It grew bigger and bigger, turning into a ball of fire, as if turning into a round of sun, shining brilliantly, changing from red light to white light.

Song Yunge frowned, and the Thunder Moon Sword shot away.

"Bang!" The Thunder Moon Divine Knife exploded in one go.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect this fireball to be so powerful, and he could already see that this fireball was absorbing the surrounding power, and it kept getting stronger.

The surrounding power includes the power of the disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect, as well as the power of the rest of the Blood Smoke Sect. From the sky, from the earth, from the trees, power is everywhere, and it is constantly accumulating and accumulating.

Song Yunge turned around and left.

He didn't expect that the Blood Smoke Sect would have such a rare item, such a powerful treasure, if he didn't leave now, he might endanger his life.

"Hey!" Zhou Yaozong sneered.

His face was already pale, his black hair turned gray, and he suddenly aged decades, from a middle-aged man to an old man.

He paid such a high price, how could he let Song Yunge get away.

"Om..." The sky trembled.

The void is like a raging sea.

Song Yunge only felt violent power rushing from all directions, engulfing him in an instant.

He tried his best to activate the Tongtian Kungfu, his body lightened suddenly, and he got out of the envelope, and the next moment he was already at a high place in the sky.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise from below, as if an angry wave was blowing through the air, causing him to flip two somersaults and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He had lingering fears in his heart, but thanks to his amazing Tongtian Kungfu, otherwise, this blow would be fatal, and even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Ah!" Zhou Yaozong roared angrily, and the blood-red sign in his hand burst into red light again, floating up like a feather.

This time it was its body, not just a red light from it.

All the elders clapped their hands at it.

It swelled against the wind, but when it reached the air, it shrank suddenly, turned into a small sword and shot at Song Yunge.

It was so fast that Song Yunge had no time to dodge.

"Hey!" Song Yunge's chest was pierced by the red sword.

When he looked down, there was already a hole in his chest, and weakness and darkness suddenly surged up, trying to swallow him up.

He didn't expect this sword to be so powerful.

Seeing Song Yunge's transparent chest pierced by the red sword, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they couldn't kill him, they would be at the end of their skills.

The red sword turned in the air and shot at Song Yunge again.

This time it was aimed at Song Yunge's eyebrows, and it came in an instant.

Song Yunge's face was gloomy, and he stared at the sword. The Huanglong Fumo sword had already moved out and collided with the red sword.

"Boom!" In the muffled sound, he retreated a foot, and the red sword trembled in the air, absorbing the surrounding power and growing.

Unbelievable, Song Yunge continued to urge the Huanglong Fumo Sword, piercing the red sword one after another.

For a moment, the red sword stopped in place and could not move forward.

The tide of darkness and weakness flooded in, and Song Yunge gradually couldn't hold on.

(End of this chapter)