The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 227 Golden ring, like a mountain, ancient sword
Seeing that Tuobayu was seriously injured and backed away, Du Fuwei didn't make things difficult for him anymore, instead he cast his eyes on Song Xing secretly. The attack just now, apart from giving Tuobayu a disarm, might not have the intention of deterring Song Xing .

"Okay, there's no outsider stopping me, now there's no reason not to go back with dad, right?"

Du Fuwei looked at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling dotingly, for a moment Kou Zhong really had the illusion that Du Fuwei regarded them as his sons.

Kou Zhong shook his head, shaking this strange feeling from his mind, and said sternly: "I'm sorry father, Xiaoling and I are now Laojunguan's disciples, we will not go back with you."

Xu Ziling also nodded. Although Du Fuwei has never shown any malice, the two of them still dare not fully trust Du Fuwei.

In contrast, Song Xing, who had known each other for only two days, gave them a more reliable feeling.

The news that Ssangyong obtained the formula of longevity was spread by Yu Huaji all over the Jianghu, and now the world is full of people looking for the two of them who want to win the formula of longevity.

Now even the disciples of the three great masters have appeared, and Kou Zhong and the others themselves don't know how long they can hold on in this situation.

After all, the temptation of immortality and shattering the void is too great. As a martial artist, few people can resist this temptation.

Song Xing seemed to know the longevity formula very well from the very beginning, and he himself admitted that accepting the two as disciples was just to use the layout of the longevity formula in their hands, which made Kou Zhong more inclined to trust Song Xing.

"Laojunguan." Du Fuwei was silent, and the forces of the demon sect spread all over the world. Although he was not afraid, he was not willing to provoke them easily.

However, Laojunguan has always been weak in the Demon Sect, but Du Fuwei didn't take it too seriously: "If it's from the Yingui sect or Shi Zhixuan, my father may still be a little bit jealous, just Laojunguan, what do you think?" Can you let daddy and me stay away from each other?"

Du Fuwei is telling the truth. Although the strength of the [-] Jianghuai troops in his hands is uneven, the victory lies in the large number of people. The general Jianghu sect really does not want to provoke this kind of warlord, not to mention Du Fuwei's own top-notch martial arts. , Ordinary warriors are not their opponents at all.

"Boy, I want to take my two sons away, do you dare to object?"

Sensing that Song Xing's strength is good, Du Fuwei said to Song Xing in a malicious voice on purpose, testing his bottom line.

Song Xing shook his head, looked at the destroyed cakes, and said with some regret: "There is a land of Jiangdong and Huainan, with the mountains in the south and the sea in the east. One hundred thousand Jianghuai troops are enough to make you the strongest warlord in the world. There may not be no chance to seize the world in the future, but it's a pity that you have no ambitions, you have the rich and prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River, but you don't have the life to become a king."

"For the sake of Kou Zhong and the others, you dared to lead more than a hundred cavalry into the enemy's belly. Should I say that you are brave or stupid?"

The son of a daughter can't sit still, and there are many heroes who have the luck to achieve great achievements in the past. Because of negligence of their own safety, they are often assassinated by the enemy at the last moment, which leads to the failure of many people.

Du Fuwei obviously belongs to this kind of generation who has no ambitions and is blindly confident in his own strength.

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, there were many rebels in the world, and the imperial government's control over the local area became weaker and weaker. Three local rebels rose up, namely the Wagang Army in Henan, Dou Jiande in Hebei, and Du Fuwei who controlled the Jianghuai River.

In the future history, the Wagang Army was finally defeated due to internal strife between Li Mi and Zhai Rang. Hebei Dou Jiandexiong had a rough strategy, but it was a pity that he finally lost to Li Tang.

Only Du Fuwei, who is now the most powerful, did not take advantage of the situation, but stayed in one place. After the death of Emperor Sui Yang, Yang Yu, the king of Sui and Yue, proclaimed himself a minister, and then directly surrendered to Li Tang. Chang'an, it can be said that he played a good hand and played poorly.

Du Fuwei heard Song Xing's contemptuous tone, although he didn't know his identity, anger still surged in his heart, and he sneered, "I'm so stupid? I haven't heard anyone dare to talk to me like that for many years. I want to take Kou Zhonger away." Man, Laojun Guan dares to stop me?"

Song Xingchang stood up: "Why don't you dare!"

The moment Song Xing straightened his waist, a soul-stirring aura woke up from his body, and the hearts of everyone in the tea shop suddenly seemed to be dark clouds, and their hearts sank, as if they were being targeted by some kind of peerless beast.

Du Fuwei, who was facing Song Xing directly, had the strongest feeling. The moment Song Xing got up, his hairs stood on end, and decades of experience in fighting on the battlefield frantically gave warnings in his body.

No longer caring about Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, Du Fuwei's reaction was also extremely fast. He straightened his back and punched at the first moment, crossing a distance of several meters in one step, and came to Song Xing.

The long sleeves were waved like a battle flag, and two golden rings flew out of the sleeves, flying towards Song Xing's neck with a tragic aura.

During the turbulence of the air current, the two golden rings changed in the air, turning into dozens of golden rings of the same size. Under Du Fuwei's control, they flew towards Song Xing's body like golden butterflies. .

The power of Du Fuwei's shot is completely different from the previous shot against Tuobayu. Wherever the golden ring passed, the ground was shattered inch by inch, and the remaining tables and chairs in the tea shop were all under the impact of this force. Shattered, Kou Zhong and Rong Jiaojiao, who were oppressed by the terrifying aura, felt their breaths stagnate, and started to retreat uncontrollably.

Facing Du Fuwei's offensive, Song Xing's expression was condensed. Looking up, his dark eyes reflected Du Fuwei's calm and majestic face.

Ignoring the golden ring that almost surrounded him, he took a light step. With just one step, the ground of the whole tea shop was violently shaken, and he jumped up suddenly.

While stepping, Song Xing gently pushed out a palm ahead, the palm gleaming with crystal light, as if a huge mountain was pushed up in front of him, rumbling and pressing down on Du Fuwei.

With just a light slap, the air in front of Song Xing instantly turned into a huge mountain. In Du Fuwei's eyes, he could even see bursts of ripples filling the air. All the golden rings seemed to hit the real rock wall, one after another The halberd sank.

Before Du Fuwei could change his moves, the terrifying air wave pierced through the air, Song Xing struck out with a palm, and blood gushed out all over his body, his muscles and bones resounded like a dragon singing in the sky, and a tiger leaping over a mountain stream, almost reaching the peak.

Du Fuwei suddenly felt the fatal crisis, his heart twitched violently, and the aura in the air turned into a giant hand, grabbing his heart violently, making his soul tremble in hell.

Facing Song Xing's palm that could destroy everything, all Du Fuwei could do was to retreat!

His body smashed through the door wall of the tea shop, and he retreated towards the outside of the house like lightning, so fast that he could only see the golden thread drawn from the golden ancient crown above his head.

However, it didn't work!
Not only did Song Xing's palm not distance itself, but it got closer and closer to him.

Du Fuwei's eyes suddenly became blood red, and with a roar, the golden ring merged into one again, and the true energy poured into his whole body, carrying unparalleled aura, and smashed into Song Xing's chest. He had given up resisting, and wanted to die with Song Xing.

Facing Song Xing's light palm, Du Fuwei's attack was like a praying man's arm blocking a car. At the moment of contact, everything was easily shattered, and the golden ring for which he was famous was shattered inch by inch.

Du Fuwei's eyes widened with anger, he couldn't believe that he had been running rampant in the world for decades, but today he would fall into the hands of a boy who was less than 20 years old.

Obviously at one moment he was majestic and majestic to suppress Wu Zun's disciples, but at the next moment he was fighting Song Xing, entering a moment of life and death.

Seeing that Du Fuwei was about to die in Song Xing's hands, when everyone's eyes were focused on Song Xing's hand, a figure flashed out from a corner that no one had noticed, grabbed Kou Zhong suddenly, and then flew outward like lightning run.

Kou Zhong's own martial arts skills are quite good, but in the hands of the visitor, he has no strength to resist, under the sneak attack, he was unprepared and restrained.

At the same time, a woman in white clothes appeared on the roof of the teahouse at some point, she tapped her toes lightly, she had already spanned tens of feet of space, and she came behind Song Xing, with an ancient sword in her hand, piercing straight Song Xinghou heart!

(End of this chapter)