Lord please forgive me

Chapter 107 Early Spring, Long Street, 38 Steps

For a while, more than half of the crowd who watched the excitement ran away. After all, life is precious.
Song Linghui didn't have so many scruples, he could only do his best against Shang Yingzhen, and it was beyond his control to implicate other people's lives.

Huo Qing also got down from the red gun and stood beside Li Wen, protecting him from being affected by the harsh energy. He realized that it was only a matter of time before Song Linghui lost, and it was only a matter of time before Yingzhen's two responses were so easy. , It’s like playing, the contest has been judged, an uninjured Demon Emperor will affect the whole world situation, he must report this news in time.

Of course, he didn't look down on Song Linghui. The opponent's 38-style sword skills must be stronger than one sword. Challenge the strength of Wuweijing.

However, there are not many realms of inaction in this world, what's more, the Demon Emperor before the battle of Mingjing Lake was in the Primordial Realm, and also became the Land of Gods and Wonderland.

Song Linghui's knife just now seemed to really tear the sky. There was a sudden gust of wind in the originally clear sky, and the sun was covered by dark clouds, making the light much weaker.

At this time, almost everyone was not optimistic about Song Linghui.

The two inspectors of the Rong clan have already taken out their pure gold abacus and began to calculate the gains and losses.

The shock in Song Linghui's heart was only fleeting, and he entered a state of ecstasy again. He suddenly closed his eyes, his long hair was flying in the wind, his right leg was lightly lifted, and he took the third step.

But seeing a flash of a figure, Song Linghui had already disappeared in place.
When his third step landed steadily, the person was already three feet behind Yingzhen, and in an instant, like a clone, three illusory figures appeared and rushed towards Yingzhen in three directions.

"The third form, [Triple Resting Mountain Form]!"

This move is divided into three, using three saber techniques: slanting, plundering, and picking. With the coordination of the three moves, it can block all the opponent's changing moves.
At the same time, the kitchen knife, rolling pin, and spoon in front of the mutton noodle stand flew out at the same time, facing the three phantoms behind Yingzhen,

The three kitchen utensils are covered with Ying Zhen's invisible strength, which is as tenacious as a magic weapon, and they collide with the three types of knife techniques without giving up.
"Ding Ding Ding!"

Sweep, poke, chop, break obliquely, sweep, pick,

Song Linghui's third knife still returned in vain, and was calmly defeated by the opponent's three strikes that were extremely random but extremely clever.

The three shadows merged into one, Song Linghui took a step back holding the knife,
Yingzhen smiled wryly and shook her head. She was careless and didn't take care of it. As a result, the stall owner on the other side was stunned by the saber energy and fell to the ground. So he looked at Qingwan who was beside him,

Qingwan immediately understood the meaning in Yingzhen's eyes, grabbed the boss's collar and flew out, hiding far away, and ordered Yao Zong to push blood across the palace for the noodle stall boss,

Song Linghui's heart was shocked, Ying Zhen shook her head with her back to him, making him mistakenly think that Ying Zhen was laughing at herself,
Up to this moment, Song Linghui still didn't force the opponent to turn around or stand up. The scene was already clear. It was ridiculous to think that the knife skills he had created for decades were lost to kitchen utensils and dough.

The glory of losing is also lost, if it spreads in the future, I can't get the other party's attention with all my strength, and my famous name will be ruined in one battle because of this.

Song Linghui let go of the messy emotions in his heart in an instant, and took the fourth step,
"Fourth style, [New Wave]!"

I saw the long knife in his hand sweeping out, the move is the same as the most common sweeping thousands of troops, but the power is very different,

The knife glow spreads like a tide, pushing out in a fan shape. When it reaches the mutton noodle stall, it splits into two in an instant like a rolling river tide hitting an isolated island.
"boom!"

The sky-shattering bang resounded throughout Qingzhou City, the sky was full of dust, and as the sword glow passed, the houses in front of Song Linghui collapsed in half. Slashed by the aftermath of the blade,
Song Linghui made the fifth cut without hesitation, [Listen to the Rain],
Then the sixth cut, the seventh cut, the eighth cut
One knife is stronger than one knife, and the sonic boom explodes densely,
The ground was cracked, and the entire Qingzhou city seemed to be shaking slightly.
Li Wen's tender body on the tower swayed for a while, and she quickly stretched out her hand to grab onto the pillar, barely gaining a foothold,

Roosters crowed and dogs barked, blue tiles fell to the ground, with the mutton noodle stall as the center radiating a radius of ten feet, turning into ruins,
It seemed that the sky was also attracted by Song Linghui's saber energy, and sometimes thunder exploded out of thin air, the wind and clouds rolled and stirred, and they bared their teeth and claws.

This scene is no longer something that ordinary people can watch. If Li Wen hadn't been supported by Huo Qing's palm on the back of his heart, and received a steady stream of spiritual energy, he would have been unable to stand it long ago.

At this time, the 38-style knife technique has reached the last one.
Song Linghui finally took the last step, and it was also the last move. Once this move was made, his cultivation base could be raised to a higher level in an instant, but the result would be death.
This is a surefire move.

Suddenly, the Demon Emperor moved, and he raised his palm, facing Song Linghui outward, and then grabbed it with five fingers, and a burst of light visible to the naked eye exploded in his palm.
"boom!"

The situation between the sky and the earth changed drastically, and the dense clouds disappeared in an instant, and the clear sky reappeared.

Song Linghui was also stiff at this moment. He felt as if his heart was being held tightly by someone. He stopped beating instantly, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body. The hand holding the knife could no longer be slashed out. .

Yingzhen still didn't turn around, and said lightly:
"After the deity leaves Qingzhou, what are your plans?"

Song Linghui stood there abruptly, knowing very well that the other party is holding his own life to negotiate terms with you. Hearing this, he said in a deep voice, "What does the Demon Emperor want Song to do?"

Yingzhen first waved in Qingwan's direction, motioning for her to bring the noodle stall owner back, and then said to Song Linghui:
"Starting from today, Song Family Mountain City will be the tenth hall of my Ming Cult. If you agree, everything will continue as usual. If you object, the Song Clan will not be left behind. You choose."

At this time, the owner of the noodle stall was escorted by Qing Wan tremblingly,

Yingzhen smiled at him and said, "I'm leaving this time, I don't know how long I can still eat the mutton noodles made by the boss, please give me another bowl, and I want to add meat."

"Okay, please wait a moment,"

The boss hurriedly nodded and came to the soup pot, only to see that although the surroundings were in ruins, his small stall was spotless. At this moment, his mind was blank, and he didn't dare to think too much, so he hurriedly prepared ramen.

Song Linghui's blood was flowing backwards at this moment, and his limbs were gradually turning pale. If he was alone, he would never be threatened by others, even if it was the Demon Emperor, but behind him were tens of thousands of names from the Song Clan, old people, women and children, and children. are innocent,
Besides, the man in front of him has a fierce reputation and has always kept his word. This made Song Linghui have to lower his head, which he had never lowered for 20 years.

"If Song agrees, what does the Demon Emperor want me to do? Go north to attack Li Yuanying?"

"Don't ask the deity a question, the deity is asking you now."

Song Linghui pondered for a moment, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Song accepts."

Yingzhen pointed at Song Linghui, and the opposite stall owner said:

"Give him a bowl too, without meat."

(End of this chapter)