The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 356

Song Xing slapped down, and a loud noise could be heard throughout Lin'an City. The houses on both sides of the street collapsed, and the sky was full of dust. I don't know how many people were stunned.

Following the fall of this Zen-like punch, Guan Qimeng opened his mouth and spat out a big mouthful of blood, staggered a few steps, and stood still.

Guan Qi looked at Song Xing with shock and disbelief.

At that moment just now, he seemed to see a vast universe. Surrounded by countless stars, Song Xing turned into a bright moon and rose into the sky, illuminating every inch of the universe.

The position where Song Xing was standing turned into a vast galaxy, and he seemed to be the master of this vast galaxy, controlling billions of bright stars.

"The sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers are all for your own use. You should be the most respected swordsman in this world. If I lose, I will be convinced!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Guan Qi's aura suddenly failed, and his body quickly hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

This is the price to be paid for exercising the body-shattering invisible sword energy. Although the power is unmatched, the consumption of true energy is terrifying. After several consecutive urges, the true energy in the body has been exhausted.

"Unfortunately, I still couldn't see you again in the end."

Accompanied by the murmur, Guan Qi's breath became weaker and weaker until there was no more sound.

There is such a kind of people in the world, they live in their own world, speak their own principles, follow their own principles, and have nothing else to do, regardless of how much their actions have caused harm to others. He was denounced by thousands of people and became a public enemy of the world.

Guan Qi, the lunatic in the eyes of most people, is such a public enemy of the world who talks to himself and thinks what is right.

However, the world of mortals is vast and there are thousands of sentient beings. How many people have thought about how much courage it takes to face and bear the public enemy of the world?How can it be possible to persist in yourself despite the criticism of others, to be as common as you are?

Is it really wrong to stick to the original intention of being spotless, pure and simple?

Although he sighed in his heart, Song Xing didn't stop at his feet, and ran straight towards Fang Yingkan and Yuan Shisanxian who were still alive behind Guan Qi.

Marquis of supernatural powers, Fang Yingkan is an ambitious figure.

His martial arts are superb, and his city is extremely deep.Although he is young and mature, he always likes to put on a childish, cute, straightforward and innocent look in front of others, so that people don't guard against him.

The so-called "talking and laughing with swords in sleeves and blood, turning hands into clouds and rain with hands" is a perfect portrayal of his behavior without faith and justice.

For Fang Yingkan, there is no one in the world who cannot be betrayed or deceived: whether it is the woman who once committed herself to him, or the adoptive father who raised him and cultivated him...of course, including his subordinates.

Although Fang Yingkan is young, he has the true qualities of a hero, a heroic demeanor, and a heroic personality.

He can be strong and vulgar at times, and humble and polite when necessary; arrogant and arrogant at other times, but can be emotional at appropriate times.

He knows both radicality and compromise.When the time comes, they will use all means to seize everything; but they also know how to give in and be patient, waiting for a good opportunity.

He is conceited but not complacent. He avoids the front and talks and even resigns to deal with the aftermath. He is proficient in everything, advances and retreats freely, and is good at management. , Wealth can rival a country.

With power and money, there are naturally many people who want to rely on him.This is why he was able to organize so many people to surround and kill Xiao Qiushui.

But now, his power, money, and contacts are all unable to save his life.

It wasn't until Song Xing's fist came in front of him that he realized why Guan Qi looked at him so dismissively.

The powerhouses in the sixth realm of martial arts are not something he can calculate at all.

Song Xing's body quickly passed Fang Yingkan, leaving behind a lifeless body.

At the same time that Fang Yingkan fell to the ground, an extremely sharp invisible arrow had arrived at Song Xing's heart.

Yuan Thirteen Limits, Sad Little Arrow!
Song Xing bowed his head indifferently, clenched his fist into a seal, and blasted directly at the little sad arrow, smashing that terrifying energy into pieces.

Also shattered was the heart of Yuan Thirteen Limits.

After killing Yuan Thirteen Limits, Song Xing stood where he was and looked up into the distance.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see the yellow figure of Daoming on the highest tower of the imperial palace.

Before Zhui Ming and others came forward to talk, Song Xing's body was already moving forward rapidly, running towards the location of the palace.

When he was talking with Zhuge Zheng and me in Shenhou Mansion River before, he had thought about how to save Yue Fei from his current predicament.

One of the ways he hid in his heart and did not reveal it to Zhuge Zhengwo was to kill Zhao Gou and Qin Hui.

Now that Zhao Gou arranged for Fang Ying to kill them, Song Xing naturally had no scruples.

After the crisis in the Shenhou Mansion was resolved, Song Xing simply went straight to the palace, seeing that Kuangtu Yan and Xiao Qiushui had gone nowhere.

With his current state, the imperial guards guarding outside the palace couldn't do any effective damage to him at all, and he was quickly killed through the army formation and rushed straight to the inside of the palace.

There are so many buildings in the imperial palace, all kinds of houses, pavilions, halls and pavilions line up one after another.Song Xing followed the previous induction, and the speed was extremely fast. He covered a distance of several miles in just a few breaths.

The moment Song Xing stepped into the palace gate, a powerful attack struck.

Feeling the strong wind coming from his side, Song Xing sneered and slapped it with his backhand.

Two gusts of surging wind collided together, setting off a violent gust of wind.

The sneak attacker couldn't control his figure, so he took three or four steps back to stabilize his body.

Song Xing looked up, and in front of him was an old eunuch holding a metal stick.

The old eunuch was about fifty years old, his face was like a crab shell, his color was like a green brick, his eyebrows were as white as snow, and the corners of his lips were turned down, with a dignified appearance.The wrinkles on the face are criss-crossing, and the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are more profound. The whole person feels eerie and mysterious, which makes people feel awe.

At this moment, the old eunuch was staring at Song Xing, his eyes flickering with a frightening cold light: "Little beast, how dare you trespass into the palace? It's so daring!"

Looking at the old eunuch's appearance, Song Xing recalled the information he had seen in the Shenhou Mansion before, and guessed that the old eunuch was Mi Cangqiong, the chief eunuch of the inner city.

Mi Cangqiong, an eunuch in the palace, a direct disciple of Zhang Hou Zhang Tianai of Huaiyin in the Zhanjing Hall, code-named "no", learned the one thousand and one strokes of the wind knife and frost sword into one by Huaiyin Hou.

An important member of the Youqiao Group organized by Fang Yingkan, who is also the emperor's close friend. Everyone in the palace calls him Mr. Mi, and his internal and external skills are unbelievably high.

Mi Cangqiong had no intention of talking to Song Xingduo, and after cursing, he danced nine stick flowers towards the sky.

The dancing stick screamed.

All of a sudden, the drifting fog above the palace seemed to be sucked into his stick wind.

His stick is extremely long, and the tip of the stick becomes thinner, like a living and uncontrollable thing, making all kinds of sharp noises in his hand: like the roar of a lion, the howl of a tiger, the howl of a wolf, the whistling of an eagle, At the same time, the stick also twisted, twitched, and bounced endlessly, like a dragon, but this dragon was dancing in Mi Cangqiong's hand; like a snake, but this snake was controlled by Mi Cangqiong's palm.

(End of this chapter)