Chapter 618: The grey has not been discharged
The spear burst!
The cavalry didn't even have time to groan, and their whole body was blown into a ball of blood, mist and flesh, splattering.
What is even more terrifying than this scene is the figure behind the spear.
The broken armor had already fallen, revealing a dark red and black flesh-and-blooded human body, as if it had just fallen into the sea of fire, making people wonder how he could survive.
However, the other party survived, and was even devouring one life after another at an astonishing speed.
At this time, a sharp-eyed man yelled. "—His speed has slowed down! He is almost out of reach! Launch the arrow! Go to the hook net!"
Song Shi did not say a word, but just swung the spear and smashed a person's head. The slurry suddenly splashed everywhere.
At this point of the battle, the originally dry and cold land had become wet and rotten. Every moment, people fell down. The blood and slurry water passed through the mud and winded down the rugged cracks of the stones. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or gasping. The disgusting warm and dry air rose, wrapping every pore of a person.
The sound of swords entering the flesh, the sound of pain, the sound of roaring hard, the endless waves of sound sounded from all directions, rolling and echoing, as if they would never stop.
Even the thunder in the sky became less eye-catching in front of it.
Sweat, or blood, the gun body became more and more slippery, but the thick five fingers were still like iron pliers, holding the spear steadily, accurately piercing the flesh and blood, smashing bones, and slaughtering new lives.
Boom—Boom! The cavalry and infantry, the Shangzong and the Beitian Army, thousands of individuals collided with each other, and it became a war, just like a completely opposite tide collided with each other, and the wave at the front was broken, but it didn't matter, because the next wave arrived immediately.
The fighting consciousness that had long been transformed into an instinctive force made Song Shi remain keen at this moment. Although the night under the torch was still dark, this brightness was enough for the second ring [transcendence].
So, the young man saw it.
Bei Tianjun. It can't hold on anymore.
The fierce battle has reached this point, and the total number of casualties between the two sides has exceeded one thousand. This level of loss may have been able to hold on to the New Heaven Army at its peak, but the remnants of the Beitian Army are no longer able to do it.
Song Shi raised his head suddenly.
The red light lit up.
One, two, three, one is divided into two, two is divided into four, this moment is like thousands of meteors cutting through the sky, and the red sword light turns into hundreds of slender sword lights, covering the high-speed thunder shadows ahead!
But no hit.
The true teaching of the Shangzong was always cautious, and without hesitation, activated a spiritual skill, with a sharp increase in speed, and a wire of lightning was running through the gaps of the sword light in a dazzling posture.
Even if he occasionally encounters a mistake, he does not stop easeing his injuries, but continues to rush. "What--Is this the trick of a donkey?!"
The sword cultivator pays attention to the power of a sword, and the killing power is condensed in a line, fleeting. In the blink of an eye, thousands of red meteors dimmed. Bi Qing laughed: "Xiao Changlie! Your killing disaster is today!"
"Silly!"
It was a voice that was obviously much lower and hoarse, but the fierce momentum was still there.
That was Xiao Changlie's unpolite voice!
"Don't you look at where you are!"
Where?
Bi Qing was slightly stunned, his perception was always maintained, and his current position was fifteen meters above the ground.
He suddenly realized that the other party's sword light that had just divided into hundreds of rays was to secretly force himself to come here!
So what can I do when I get forced here?
The thick blood mist suddenly rose from this moment.
That was a much more violent blood mist than any previous time.
【Blood Evil】, which has both blood transformation and substantial evil spirit transformation.
In the beginning, it can bring stronger physical functions to the psychics. After mastering it skillfully, it can gradually be released and attached to external objects such as weapons to enhance lethality. But this is not its limit, the highest level of [Blood Evil].
"Interior scene affects the external scene?"
Bi Qing's pupils shrank slightly and he was shocked, something was wrong! "Is this a further step in harmony between man and nature?!"
At this moment, the people who were fighting paused at the same time. .
It's not why the scene was shocked, how could the mood of the red eyes stop because of this kind of thing?
It's just external force.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The massive amount of blood and evil spirits that were immersed in the soil and hung on the wounds, which were dead and not dead, erupted tonight, seemed to suddenly stir up an invisible hand. The dark red, almost condensed into substance, huge blood mist rushes from the battlefield, forcibly suppressing both sides of the war.
Then, gathered violently towards one person!
Resentment, hatred, and murderous intent. In an instant, Song Shi felt that his mind was subjected to countless bombardments. These vivid [blood evil] were wrapped in extremely complex turbid thoughts. If it were replaced by the original Zhang Er, I would probably not be able to hold on to it even if it was the original Zhang Er. No, the real Zhang Er could not even reach this point. With the [transcendence] body of only the second ring, he pushed the [blood evil] to the highest level, forcibly unite man and heaven, and ruled the murderous resentment of this battlefield.
"But it's not as good as the Huoyan!"
Time flows again.
The scarred man grinned and a happy laugh came out.
Its root is in the feet, it originates from the legs, is dominated by the waist, and is shaped by the fingers.
This is the most standard "thorn".
As countless people watched, the ground with a radius of one meter in the middle of the battlefield sank an inch, and someone rose up like a cannonball. Song Shi raised his head, and his spear was wrapped in a mighty blood evil spirit and stabbed towards the dazzling lightning above.
"If only a few thousand people's blood evil cannot be defeated-"
The violent roar and guns swept across the entire battlefield.
"——Then you deserve to die!"
So, the lightning stormed.
"It's just a sign of it, but I'm still trying to shake a tree by shaking it!"
It's too late to hide.
Then don’t avoid it! Bi Qing roared angrily, and the green sleeves robe suddenly swelled, and the terrifying lightning condensed and collapsed in one thousandth of a second, and then expanded outward.
Hundreds of meters in a radius turned into pure white. The thunder method of "Punishment on behalf of heaven" can punish evil spirits, but this also means that a strong enough resentment to kill evil spirits can also taint the thunder method.
This is a time to compete for pure power.
——Specially triggering the battle tonight, and controlling the evil spirit of thousands of people fighting, can it surpass a middle-level master in the third level?
Bi Qing gave an answer.
——No.
Even if the opponent tried his best and ingenious attack, he forced his lower body to reach the level of the third level with his lethality.
But how can this surpass yourself?
It is better than the true disciples selected from countless people in the Shangzong [Lingxiao Tianfeng], better than the hard work day and night, and better than the thirty-six years of practice of "Qingtingzi" Bi Qing!
"Give it to me - break!"
It was like the morning mist met the warm sun, and the thunder method that drove to the peak, tore the blood evil sea like a shattering. All the blood, resentment, murderous intent and resentment were annihilated in the light of lightning.
The remaining power of the lightning light then slammed into the mountain, and swallowed the man who raised his spear.
The last second I was swallowed by the lightning, Song Shi opened and closed his lips.
——You are fooled.
It is more terrifying than the lightning, and it is more fierce than the blood evil. The world seems to have frozen, and the trembling murderous intent has washed away the world. The fifth level of heaven, the six directions of Taoism.
The killing power in the world is the best in sword cultivator.
A thread of red light shining through the sky and the earth, as if the lightning was shining before firewood was burned out, and the unparalleled sword light penetrated the human form condensed by the lightning.
After several breaths, the latter burst out with a loud bang, and countless electric arcs scattered, like a silver fireworks set in the world.
The chaotic fireworks reflect different faces.
The red light hangs in the sky, shining through the earth, and a roar echoes.
"———The true priest of the Shangzong, Bi Qing is dead!"
The next second, the cavalry who almost defeated the Beitian Army left behind the close-killing results without hesitation and fled with unconcealed horror. No matter what happened behind, he did not look back at all.
Without Bi Qing’s pressure formation, how different is the killing of masters at the third level of the world?
Until the last cavalry disappeared on the horizon, the red light that had always hung high suddenly swayed, and then the second time, it seemed to fall into the main formation of the Beitian Army even more suddenly than it took off and landed.
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"Du, Duwei!"
"Duwei Xiao!"
"Go and take care of Zhang Er immediately!" Xiao Changlie's face was as golden as paper, and he would cough up a mouthful of blood every time he said a word, but he opened his eyes wide and grabbed the arm of the person closest: "Then the entire army quickly crossed the Dani Mountain, and must not slack off for half a step. Those who violate the orders would be killed!"
After that, without waiting for the other party to respond, Xiao Changlie tilted his head and completely fainted.
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When Song Shi opened his eyes again, he found his body shaking, as if floating on the sea.
He moved his gaze to the side and found that two people with obvious energy and energy that were as strong as ordinary soldiers were carrying something. Oh, the stretcher he was lying on.
Song Shi tried to move his hands, but his left arm was fine, but it hurt so much that his right arm became more subtle, and he fell into a sense of numbness that was out of control.
It's normal. My usual hand is the right hand. At that time, I was rushing to the other party with a spear, and I was hit hardest by lightning. I guess the flesh was scalded and the blood was steamed dry. It was so far beyond the limit of the "self-healing power" spiritual skills and it was necrotic.
Hearing the movement, the person carrying the stretcher subconsciously turned around. Seeing the strong man staring at him, his hands trembled and almost let go of the stretcher. The companion next to him was about to curse, but he looked at him along the other person's sight and was also shocked.
"Zhang, Lord Zhang? Are you awake?!"
"Yeah, I woke up." Song Shi nodded: "How long have I slept? Oh, and you can put me down."
"Let it go?" The other party showed a embarrassed expression and said carefully, "But your injury."
"At least there is no problem walking."
"Okay. Uh, you fainted for a day and a night. Now we are about to cross the Dani Mountain. We have not seen any trace of the pursuers for the time being."
"Where is Xiao Changlie?"
The other party ignored the subtlety of calling his name and replied, "The Chief Commander is also recuperating. Oh! By the way! He said that if you wake up, go find him!"
"I'm going to find him? Ha, do you still have a stance?"
Song Shi turned over and got off the stretcher. When he stepped on the ground, he couldn't help but hiss.
The pain is really painful. Both feet feel that they are not their own. Taking a step forward is like taking the initiative to lean your knees against the saw.
But it's okay for the time being. Anyway, it won't hurt so it should be fine if you get used to it for a while. "Oh, forget it, I won't eat it anymore. I remember there is a cart coming. You can change it to a wheelchair and bring me one."
After rejecting the suggestion that others would help carry it away, Song Shi leaned on his wheelchair and staggered all the way to the front of the military formation.
The man who had obviously lost weight was standing by the cliff, his hair was tied up randomly, and he became scattered again with the cold wind in the mountains.
Hearing the creaking sound of the wheel behind him, Xiao Changlie turned around and was stunned when he saw the wheelchair. He then shook his head and threw a leather bag over.
"Drink some."
Without waiting for a reply, Xiao Changlie picked up the wine bag in his hand and started drinking it on his own.
Song Shi took the leather bag and the strong and pungent alcohol scent came out. The aftertaste was quite astringent. You could tell at a glance that this wine was not a good product.
But now that I can't really expect to drink anything good.
The two parties drank for a while, and the other party suddenly said.
"You are not Zhang Er."
"Oh?" Song Shi said, "How can you see it?"
"I'm not having a brain problem, can't I tell you this?" Xiao Changlie sneered: "That guy Zhang Er is so stupid on weekdays. Wu Yi is just making do with him. Let him fight Bi Qing? Hey, he will be killed when he meets you first."
"Hmm." Song Shi shrugged: "My surname is Song and his name is Shi, and he has no words."
"Song Shi." Xiao Changlie read it and confirmed that he had never heard of the master of this name.
"Zhang Er is a fool, but he is my subordinate of Xiao Changlie after all." The man raised his red pupils and stared at the person in front of him: "Let me ask, is Zhang Er still alive?"
"Maybe he had never been alive at the beginning?"
Song Shi shook his wine bag and found that there was indeed nothing left.
"Maybe I am not from this era, but from later generations."
". Later generations?"
This quiet lasted for an unprecedented time. There was a clear shock on Xiao Changlie's face, which had not changed much when he slashed Bi Qing's sword.
After a long time, he nodded softly.
Song Shi was a little surprised: "You believe this argument? Don't ask a few more questions?"
"No need." Xiao Changlie shook his head: "You have such talent, you must be an unknown person, but I have never heard of the name "Song Shi". ""It's so strong in acceptance."
Song Shi praised, and saw the other party staring at him with a few stutters, and finally spoke.
"In the future, we are waiting for the New Heavenly Army?"
"I don't know."
". Yes." Xiao Changlie showed no frustration: "The cause and effect of this kind of thing must be extremely great, and it's just that you can't disclose it."
"No." Song Shi shook his head: "I mean, I really don't know."
"Huh?" Xiao Changlie was stunned.
"I don't learn history well. Whether it is the Qishang Sect or your Xintian Army, I don't know the specific situation." Song Shi met his eyes: "I can only tell you the current situation. It is different from the Qishang Sect, but it is far from a better situation."
Xiao Changlie was silent for a long time.
Then he said, "Yes."
"Aren't you going to say something?" Song Shi leaned on the wheelchair and said, "When you already know the future."
"Hahahahaha!"
Laughter rang, and at first it was just a little low and dumb laughter, and then the laughter suddenly rose, as if it was going straight into the sky.
"What a bullshit future generation! People who go to the sect "Pure Heart and Show Desire Mountain" are the best at confusing people's minds and disturbing their way!" Xiao Changlie grinned, and a sword-like cold light appeared on his face pale due to his injuries: "Who knows if you are theirs, you are here to say some ridiculous words!"
The sun jumped up in the distance, pointing out the vast sea of clouds. The vast mud mountain that stretched for countless miles fell behind the winding team. After walking forward for a while, you will reach the position of the Southern Heaven Army.
"The ancient iron sings the sheath wall, and the sound is like thunder in the valley. Split the clouds and divide the mountains, dip the blood to write the sky back!" Xiao Changlie threw down his wine bag, pressed the sword box, walked down, never looking back, only singing in the empty valleys and mountains, for a long time: "The stars droop the horns, and the river tide enters the wine glass. What's the future? It's not gone!"
(End of this chapter)