The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 318 Sima Desolate Tomb
Looking at Sun Bugong's body lying on the ground, the eyes of the remaining twelve thugs also revealed awe-inspiring expressions, realizing that this mission is more difficult than ever before.

Looking thin and wretched, Leng Liuping looked at Song Xing and said, "Hey, I didn't expect Sun Feigong to run rampant all his life, but he was planted in the hands of a kid."

Song Xing sneered, as if he was too lazy to talk to the dead, and ignored Leng Liuping.

Tie Shou looked at the twelve murderers approaching, and said calmly, "If you trespass in the prison, you will be killed!"

After the voice fell, Song Xing's figure rushed towards the opposite side.

As soon as Song Xing moved, the figure of the iron hand turned into an afterimage and rushed into the middle of the twelve murderers. His hands were like spirit snakes, and he attacked Ouyang Da who was in the front as quickly as thunder, and Mo San gave it to the two of them.

The force wrapped in the iron palm made the faces of the two of them change drastically, and they hurriedly waved their weapons to resist.

The weapons crisscrossed and exploded in an instant. The strong collision caused a huge roar, and the two of them were knocked back a few steps.

Tie Shou's moves were majestic and majestic, and the moves rushed towards the vital points of the two of them.

The two barely parried for a while, but they were already at a disadvantage, and the two murderers beside them rushed up one after another, fighting against the iron hand together.

The iron palm technique is exquisite, and the inner strength is endless, and the four murderers still cannot gain the slightest advantage even though they unite.

At the same time, Leng-Blood, who had never been born at the side, drew his sword decisively. His figure was nimble, and his steps were graceful and nimble, making it impossible for the thirteen murderers to figure out his figure.

Song Xing, who was the first to strike, was surrounded by the most powerful of the thirteen murderers.

Zhang Xuao's iron umbrella, Mr. Ximen's golden hook, Sima Huang's cymbals, and Leng Liuping's ring knife are known as the most difficult to resist, the most unpredictable, and the most ever-changing weapons among the thirteen murderers.

But even with these weapons, they didn't even have a chance to stop Song Xing.

The first person who confronted Song Xing was Zhang Xuao, and saw the iron umbrella in his hand suddenly opened, a cold light appeared on the tip of the umbrella, and several hidden weapons shot out from the umbrella, taking advantage of the moment Song Xing's line of sight was blocked, , The tip of the umbrella stabbed Song Xing's heart like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

Song Xing's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at the weapon Zhang Xuao stabbed, and suddenly raised his hand to slap the umbrella tip directly.

A violent force came from the umbrella, Zhang Xuao's face changed, and he hastily spun the iron umbrella to try to counteract this unrivaled force.

With a bang, Zhang Xuao felt as if his weapon had hit a hard iron wall. The irresistible force made his right arm numb, and he almost couldn't hold the iron umbrella, and his whole arm lost consciousness instantly.

Taking advantage of the time when Song Xing injured Zhang Xuao, the rest of the murderers attacked one after another.

Song Xing waved his left hand lightly, and flicked through the air like playing a lute. When the weapons in their hands touched Song Xing's fingers, they were all struck by lightning. fell to the ground.

"King Kong is not bad, how is it possible!"

Leng Liuping and the others showed a look of shock in their eyes, and they looked at Song Xing's young and outrageous face in disbelief.

You must know that the attacks made by several people, the terrifying true energy contained in them, even the first-class players in the world, will be torn apart in an instant, and Song Xing can easily block all their attacks with just a few fingers. It can even knock them back.

This level can be achieved only by relying on the physical body, the horror of Song Xing's strength can be imagined.

Song Xing looked at the people in front of him with a cold expression, walked towards them slowly, and said mockingly: "You don't know anything about power."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his two palms again and pressed them towards the crowd.

Song Xing didn't show any mercy, his two palms were like pouring gold and copper, exuding the texture of metal, wherever he went, the air waves surged into the sky, and the void collapsed!
The four of them shouted angrily, desperately mobilizing the true qi in their bodies, frantically flocking towards the weapon in their hands.

In an instant, the iron umbrella, golden hook, copper cymbal, and ring knife shone with dazzling white light, illuminating the night sky.

With a loud bang, the four weapons collided violently with Song Xing's two palms at the same time.

The powerful shock wave swept all directions, blowing countless lanterns hanging around the sky prison flying all over the sky, swaying and swaying, at least half of the lanterns were blown out by this terrifying air wave in the strong wind, and the front of the sky prison suddenly looked dim and chilling a bit.

Under the fight, Song Xing stood still on the spot without moving a muscle. Among the four of them, except Leng Liuping, who had the highest skill, the other three fell out again, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and expressions of horror in their eyes.

"You..." Leng Liuping wanted to say something, but Song Xing didn't give him a chance to continue talking nonsense.

Hearing a "puchi", Song Xing took a step forward, and came to Leng Liuping like a ghost, and stretched out his hand to grab his neck.

Leng Liuping's eyes were wide open, his breath was short of breath, his face flushed, and in the crisis of life and death, the willow leaf ring knife that killed Miao Jiang in his hand slashed towards Song Xing's heart like a ghost.

Song Xing frowned slightly, his palm moved slightly, and he quickly clasped Leng Liuping's knife-holding wrist, clenched his five fingers tightly, and folded it lightly.

There was a crisp click, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly, and Leng Liuping immediately let out a scream.

Then he punched Leng Liuping's chest, which instantly shattered Leng Liuping's heart, and killed him with one blow. Leng Liuping's body slumped limply on the ground.

Seeing Leng Liuping's tragic death, the other three people's faces changed drastically, and their eyes showed horror, but none of them flinched, instead they all rushed forward.

The person in the sky prison must die under their hands, otherwise, even if they escape back alive, what awaits them is a more miserable ending than death.

Zhang Xuao's iron umbrella and Mr. Ximen's golden hook pierced the void from left to right, and went straight to Song Xing's throat and left shoulder blade.

At the same time, the cymbals of Sima Huang's tomb suddenly let out a piercing sound.A wisp of black smoke that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye emerged from the cymbals, drifted soundlessly behind Song Xing, and then quickly condensed.In the blink of an eye, it turned into a ghost in a robe and a hood.

Holding a pitch-black mourning stick in his hand, the ghost silently attacked Song Xing's back.

"Ok?"

Song Xing's spiritual awareness was astonishing. Although the ghost appeared silently, he was still aware of it. When he stepped on his foot, a violent gust of wind suddenly erupted from his body. Proud iron umbrella.

The mourning stick with a hint of evil spirit still slashed across Song Xing's back, and black mist poured out from the mourning stick, cutting off the sword belt of the Blood River Sword on his back, and the Blood River Sword pierced straight to the ground. The scabbard, which looked clumsy and without a sharp edge, was stuck on the floor tiles like tofu, and stood on the spot.

The mourning stick stopped about two feet away from the back of Song Xing's head. Even though the symbols on it shone with a strange brilliance, they couldn't break through Song Xing's finger that looked as white as jade.

A golden light flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and a ball of flame rose out of nowhere, burning along the mourning stick towards the ghost's phantom arm.

The flames burned the body, a golden light flashed on the ghost's body, and it suddenly let out a painful howl, the spell on the mourning stick instantly burned to ashes, and the ghost flashed, it actually abandoned Song Xing, and flew towards the cymbals in Sima Huang's grave run away.

"Can you run away?" Looking at the ghost in the distance, Song Xing snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a transparent arm emerged out of thin air, chasing after the ghost that had already disappeared in the darkness, and then pulled hard, unexpectedly Pulled out the ghost and threw it in front of Song Xing.

Song Xing lowered his head and looked down at this hideous and terrifying ghost, which was covered with strange patterns, bulging veins, and dry skin.

The ghost let out a hoarse roar, and waved an afterimage of its claws, as if it wanted to pounce on Song Xing's throat.

"Huh!" Song Xing sneered, raised his foot and stepped on the ghost's head, and there was an illusory crackling sound in the air.The ghost's head exploded in response, and black smoke mixed with black filth flowed down from the body and landed on the ground at Song Xing's feet, emitting bursts of corrosive sounds.

This scene made Zhang Xuao and the other three who witnessed the battle terrified, with extreme fear in their eyes.

Song Xing slowly withdrew his feet, glanced at Zhang Xuao and the others, then looked at the headless ghost again, frowned slightly, and said in a deep thought: "This soul is actually filled with resentment, hostility, etc. Refined from yin and baleful qi, it should have disappeared in the world long ago, but unexpectedly, you have cultivated a body that can be reborn in the world. If you let you further reshape the ghost body and become the body of the ghost king, maybe there will be no one in the future I can subdue you!"

(End of this chapter)