The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 308
Song Xing didn't know that the agility used by the magic clothes in front of him was Kongshan Lingyu, but he could still perceive the inhuman tyranny of this puppet.

He has already used [-]% of his strength, but he still can't completely stop the magic clothes' attack.

It doesn't look like a very strong body, but it bursts out with unparalleled strength and defense. When the magic clothes attack, apart from being terrifyingly powerful, they are completely undefended. Even Song Xing's fists hit him, except Apart from making his body stagnant for a few minutes, it hardly caused much damage.

The figure of the magic clothes is like electricity, and the black robe around the body is blown by the strong wind.The hands stretched out of the cloak are like two peerless sharp blades, unparalleled in sharpness.

Random movements can cut a huge crack several meters long on the long street. The originally bustling street has almost become a pile of ruins because of this battle.

After several fights, Song Xing knew that he had seriously underestimated the strength of this puppet, and even wanted to break through the barrier of the magic clothes several times, capture the thief first and capture the king, but was stopped by the magic clothes again and again with incomparable speed.

With almost no flaws in speed, strength, and defense, Song Xing suddenly encountered an extremely difficult battle.

After several consecutive violent impacts, Song Xing flew upside down again, even though his body had been trained to be indestructible, he still felt a little pain. .

Mo Yi did not pursue, but approached slowly.

"What the hell are you?"

Song Xing stood up straight, looking solemnly at the magic clothes who were getting closer and closer.

The magic clothes are tall and tall, with black cloak split on the body, with hideous magic patterns embroidered on the cuffs, the brim of the cloak was blown off during the battle, revealing a pale and lifeless face, with a cold light shining in the dark eyes, Stiff as a puppet, expressionless.

Song Xing's heart was beating violently. It was the first time he had encountered such a non-personal and non-material strange thing as a magic clothes. A puppet manipulated by people could exert power far beyond that of people in martial arts. Let him secretly marvel in his heart.

Faced with Song Xing's questioning, Mo Yi still didn't say a word, raised his footsteps, rushed forward again, shook his hands, and the shadow of the fist surrounded by black mist smashed towards Song Xing with a fierce evil spirit.

Song Xing's pupils shrank sharply, and the black mist that gushed out of the magic clothes' fists came from the same source as the power that made his power suddenly soar before, but it was definitely not the true essence of martial arts.

He has already seen that the magic clothes are not living people, but the puppet body refined by Liang Xiaoshu with heresy techniques.But I didn't expect that in addition to the powerful martial arts, the magic clothes can even perform side-by-side spells.

Looking at the black mist attached to the fist of the demon clothes, and the sharp ghost-like whistling sound entwined with the wind of the fist, Song Xing suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and his body warned him that the black mist in front of him must not be directly Physical contact.

The next moment, Song Xing formed seals with his hands, and a faint golden light surged around his body. He protected his body with powerful true energy, and punched the black mist carried by the magic clothes.

Amidst the loud noise, the true essence outside Song Xing's fist came into contact with the black mist first, and the two different forms of power collided violently in mid-air as if they both had substance.

The violent shock wave bounced the two sides to the left and right respectively.

"It seems that the black mist is also a kind of energy."

Song Xing's eyes lit up. Although there seemed to be some kind of danger in the black mist, it could be judged from a brief contact that it was also a manifestation of energy. Although it was weird, it was not irresistible.

Think about it too, if the power of Taoism in this world is really strong enough to suppress everything, how can the rise of warriors be allowed.

The magic clothes missed in one shot, and with strange steps under his feet, his body changed suddenly, changed direction, and shot again.

As soon as the figure flickered, the magic clothes appeared behind Song Xing's back. He reached out with his hands and grabbed Song Xing's neck. There was a gloomy and cold light in the palms of his hands.

Song Xing had expected for a long time that the magic clothes would attack suddenly. The moment the opponent approached, Song Xing's body suddenly slanted to the right, avoiding the opponent's attack dangerously. The fog erodes, leaving a deep crack.

Before fully figuring out the details of the magic clothes, Song Xing did not directly confront him, but developed his body skills to the extreme. No matter how dense the magic clothes boxing skills are, he can avoid them with a slight difference every time. his attack.

In the distance, Liang was relieving himself from the summer heat. Seeing that the magic clothes had returned in vain several times, the copper bell in his hand was shaking more and more rapidly. The black mist on the fists of the magic clothes that had received some kind of instructions became thicker and thicker, emitting a pungent smell. The fishy smell makes people want to vomit.

The bloodthirsty light shone in the weird eyes, and the already tall body swelled three points out of thin air again, and the tyrannical and dangerous aura exuded from the whole body made Song Xing once again feel that the pressing crisis was approaching.

The prefecture-level world is indeed far more dangerous than the world he has experienced before.

Liang Xiaoshu's weird Taoism made Song Xing encounter several crises in a short period of time.Song Xing forced himself to calm down and find a way to defeat the enemy.

"Aren't you afraid of blunt blows?"

Seeing that the fists and true essence could do very little damage to the magic clothes, Song Xing took advantage of the gap to avoid and drew out the bloody long sword behind him for the first time.

Su Mengzhen's eyes lit up once or twice, and she sat up straight and stared carefully at the sword in Song Mingxing's hand.

"Is it really the Blood River Sword?"

Blood River Red Sleeves should not be retained.

It is talking about the four-handed magical weapon that is equally famous in the world, and the red sleeve refers to the red sleeve knife used by Su Mengzhen.

When Su Mengzhen looked at the long sword on Song Xing's back when he was in the restaurant earlier, he suspected that it was the precious blood river sword of the Town School of the Blood River School.

When the Blood River School first started 200 years ago, it was only a small frontier sect, but since the first generation of headmen bloodbathed Tianhe Shengchangfeng, every headmaster was talented and cruel, and each generation of headmasters took over. The expanded power of the Blood River Sect, and the link between the past and the future, made the martial arts of the Blood River Sect more broad and profound, discarding the chaff and preserving the essence.

When the head of the tenth generation returned to Wuyin with his bloody dragon slaying, his power gradually increased, and the world was upright, which was hard to match.

The No.11 master of the [-]th generation, Ouyang Du, the master of the blood shadow, is a rare hero in the martial arts world in a hundred years. The martial arts of the Blood River School have been carried forward even more in his hands, and his internal strength has reached its peak.

As a result, the righteous and the evil in the martial arts world started a bloody storm, fighting each other and killing each other, using all kinds of methods and deep grievances.

The No. 12 generation leader, Wei Beihui, nicknamed "Blood Trace Thousand Miles", is an undisputed hero of the Blood River Sect. His martial arts surpass Ouyang Du, and his internal strength has reached an unprecedented level. Chong, as soon as Wei Beihui took office, the Twelve Great Factions were massacred by him.

The bloodthirsty killings of the Blood River faction set off a bloody fight in the rivers and lakes. In order to stop this grievance, Xiao Qiushui, the hero of Shenzhou, single-handedly fought in the blood river, and used the amazing and invincible swordsmanship to fight against Beihui and the twelve members of the Blood River faction alone. Nether Blood Slave, in a bloody battle, beheaded all the masters of the Blood River Sect.

Since then, the Blood River Sect has declined, and the whereabouts of the Blood River Sword, the sword of the Zhen Sect, is also unknown. Unexpectedly, it would appear on a fledgling disciple of the Zizai Sect today.

(End of this chapter)