The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 309 Hell in disguise

Su Mengzhen murmured to himself that although he used a knife, he was knowledgeable about the sword, and recognized the long sword in Song Xing's hand at a glance. It was the most precious among the secret treasures of the Blood River School back then. The strange thing Blood River Sword.

Su Mengzhen's master, Hongxiu Shennen, once told him that the Blood River Sword is a killing weapon that is said to have been forged by the Blood River School after three generations. Day, the sword was condensed with the blood of a large number of living people.

When the sword is completed, ghosts cry and gods howl. In addition to being extremely sharp, it can kill the world's magic weapons, and when killing living beings, it can absorb the blood of living beings and increase the sharpness of the sword.The more people kill, the sharper this sword will be.

Song Xing held the sword in his hand, feeling the extremely sharp sword intent, his eyes gradually became clear.

With a movement of his figure, the Blood River Sword in his hand thrust out suddenly.

The sea of ​​blood was churning, the sword energy was soaring, and a long line of blood appeared at the tip of the sword.

Even though they were far away, Liang Xiaoshu's pupils shrank suddenly. He could sense the powerful power contained in that sword light, like a towering mountain, weighing him down, as if he would be crushed at any time.

He gritted his teeth and waved Tie Ruyi in his hand, and a black mist suddenly appeared from the magic clothes, covering his whole body in it instantly.

Song Xing frowned, and the Blood River Sword in his hand accelerated suddenly, piercing into the black mist instantly.

When the tip of the sword pierced into the center of the black mist, the black mist trembled suddenly and was actually torn apart.

"Um?"

Liang Xiaoshu, who was controlling the magic clothes with Tie Ruyi and the copper bell in his hand, only felt that when the Blood River Sword touched the black mist, a force that he could hardly control came from the void, trying to forcibly cut off his magic power. clothing control.

Liang Xiaoshu was so surprised that he immediately bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the magic weapon in his hand, only then suppressing the power that wanted to disintegrate everything.

He didn't expect that the mighty long sword in Song Xing's hand would have such a strange ability.

The Blood River Sword tore through the shackles of the black mist, and slashed straight at the place where the magic clothes were originally standing.

There was the sound of gold and iron clashing in the black mist, and azure blue light flashed on the Blood River Sword, instantly dispelling the black mist covering the outside of the magic clothes, revealing the real body of the magic clothes.

In the eyes of everyone, the middle-aged man who turned into a magic suit suddenly billowed with black mist. The black mist wriggled quickly and finally formed the phantom of a black-armored warrior, blending into the surface of the magic suit.

The black mist dissipated, and the reappearing magic clothes were already wearing black armor, holding a black iron spear, and exuding a fierce aura, like a prehistoric beast. Even though it was far away, Song Xing still couldn't help his heart palpitations , the hairs stand on end.

This mysterious puppet can actually turn the energy of the black mist into illusory armor, concentrating illusory power into substance, and the magic method is really extraordinary.

Wearing a black-armored magic suit, his aura instantly soared, and the iron spear in his hand danced, as if setting off a raging wave, with majestic vigor surging towards Song Xing overwhelmingly.

The overflowing wind blew randomly, and sharp scratches were scraped on the ground of the long street. This astonishing scene moved even Su Mengzhen.

"Hell in disguise!"

Qingluan's eyes changed: "A disguised map of hell, one of the four major secret books of the Demon Sect?"

Su Mengzhen said with a serious face: "That's right, there is no formula and no formula, using blood as a guide, passing on thoughts from generation to generation, after the cultivation is completed, in addition to refining the magic clothes, you can also attach spiritual thoughts to the magic clothes, so that Let the magic clothes explode to its greatest potential, even as it is in front of you, boiling iron and melting gold, turning the virtual into reality."

He originally thought that Liang Xiaoshu is a 19-person demon, although his evil skills are good, he is at best a top-notch master. As soon as the magic clothes came out, Su Mengzhen suddenly understood that even if Liang Xiaoshu was in the power gang, he hid his strength .

With the strength he is displaying at this moment, it is definitely not under the power to help the two major protectors Dong Yijian Lan Fangqing and Xi Yijian Bai Danshu.

"It is rumored that the leader of the demon sect back then, the magic clothes he cultivated are so powerful that they can break mountains and divide seas. Liang Xiaoshu's skill has obviously not reached that level, but even so, it is extremely difficult for Song Xing to stop him."

Su Mengzhen got up and stood by the window, her right sleeve fluttered slightly, ready to rescue her at any time.

He didn't make a move before because he wanted to see Song Xing's strength, and the strength Song Xing showed now, even in Lin'an, where there are so many masters, is worth his effort to make friends with.

The black spear was held in the demon's hand, the top of the spear was engraved with a skull pattern, accompanied by the black mist at the top like a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp, it looked gloomy.

The spears danced and shot like raindrops. Every bit of cold light was covered with thick black mist. These black mist were full of strong corrosiveness and deadly toxicity.

Facing the move of the magic clothes swallowing the world, Song Xing raised the blood river sword, the tip of the sword was slightly upward, and pointed obliquely at the magic clothes.

With the light touch of the sword tip, the air seemed to turn into a lake, and ripples appeared where the sword tip lightly touched.

Then the ripples began to spread towards the surroundings, and the spreading speed was extremely fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire long street, including the restaurant behind it, was included.

Liang Xiaoshu, who was originally standing behind the magic clothes, was in a daze before his eyes, and the scenery around him suddenly changed. The ground that could be touched under his feet suddenly turned into a void, and he and the magic clothes seemed to appear in the sky.

"Illusion?"

Liang Xiaoshu was taken aback, and immediately thought he had fallen into Song Xing's illusion.

Among the left-handed arts, illusion is the specialty of magic. With illusory spirit, combined with special gestures and environments, it affects the senses of the audience, thereby pulling people's spirit into some kind of illusion.

Immediately, he realized that the magic garment was already a corpse, and he had no consciousness at all, so how could he be pulled into the illusion?

Sure enough, the magic clothes were not disturbed, and the spear swung out, still carrying the momentum of destroying everything, stabbed towards Song Xing in front.

But under Liang Xiaoshu's astonished gaze, even though Moyi's aura was indomitable and the spear he stabbed could destroy the entire long street, it couldn't hit Song Xing, who was just a few feet away from him.

"How could this be!"

Not only Liang Xiaoshu was surprised, but also Su Mengzhen and Qingluan who were also pulled into the illusion.

Qingluan watched the battle not far away in surprise, while Su Mengzhen's eyes showed a rare look of shock.

Song Xing's tricks at this moment have been out of the scope of martial arts, and even have a taste of Taoism.

"I've never heard that Zizai disciples can use Taoism. This Song Xing has a mysterious origin. What secrets are hidden in him?"

The power of the magic clothes was obvious to all present. Seeing that he couldn't even get close to Song Xing, everyone turned their eyes to the spear in the hands of the magic clothes out of curiosity.

It was only then that it was discovered that the point of the spear was only three inches away from Song Xing, and the terrifying power of the magic clothes, which could shatter mountains and crack iron, was unable to break through this short distance of three inches.

"That's the door!"

Qingluan's surprised voice sounded beside Su Mengzhen.

She could see clearly that three inches in front of Song Xing's body, there appeared a nearly transparent, faintly visible, inexplicably mysterious, golden light door.

(End of this chapter)