Chapter 212: With this sword, the world will fall apart!
Boundless wind gusts.
Song Changming felt the slightly familiar and strange force of the sword, and felt a sense of nostalgia in his heart.
This Yin Feng has the same effect as his Soul-Destroying Sword, except that its intensity is higher.
bite!
Song Changming broke through the dark wind and was not intimidated by the opponent's sword. He raised his sword and slashed him head-on.
In an instant, the two swords clashed.
"Yeah!" Liu Yuan's expression changed suddenly.
Terrible power surged along the opponent's long sword, surging!
Liu Yuan was cut straight and flew out. His arms ached and his whole body ached.
"Are you careless? Is it because of your innate divine power?"
Liu Yuan gritted his teeth to control his body shape, turned over and landed on the ground, and stabbed the bone knife into the ground to stop his retreat.
Under the mental perception, the aura on Song Changming's body was even more violent at the moment.
It was like he was facing a terrifying beast!
"No, this feeling is the Tianyuan body refining technique of the Ghost Face Vajra faction!" Liu Yuan blurted out, actually identifying the secret body refining technique learned by Song Changming.
The Tianyuan Body Refining Technique itself came from an extremely powerful person in the Ghost Sword Sect, and it was one of the inheritances of his ancestors. How could he not recognize it!
Although this technique is now spread all over the country, and many people have practiced this secret technique over the years, in the end, no one has practiced it for a long time and become as powerful as the ancestor of his Ghost Sword Sect.
Basically, they will suffer the backlash of this technique halfway and end up going crazy and dying.
In contrast, Song Changming had practiced this technique and reached such a state, but still looked intact and normal.
This is already an extremely rare situation.
"You know what you are doing." Song Changming said, his offensive unabated.
He stepped on the Flying Thunder Technique and unleashed his power. The rocks on the ground were crushed by him layer by layer, and the thunder light flew away!
Boom!
With another strike, 60,000 kilograms of terrifying power was poured into the knife, and three cyclones burst out with majestic inner energy.
Fire ignited on the dragon-patterned knife.
The next moment, as the long knife slashed through, the sky was instantly filled with fire!
The heat wave was rolling, and it seemed that all the water vapor in the surrounding area was directly evaporated.
The dull feeling of suffocation lingered in Liu Yuan's chest, lingering.
No matter how the ghosts and ghosts roared in the wind, they were all driven away by Song Changming's flaming sword!
This knife will tear the earth apart and destroy the sea and rocks!
This is the most powerful sword that Song Changming can unleash without using the blood-exploding secret technique to overdraw himself!
With his cultivation rising and his strength improved to this point, he has never unleashed his combat power to such an extreme extent!
He didn't want to drag out the war. God knew if other cult members would suddenly rush out of the fog and threaten him.
Therefore, he wanted to make a quick decision.
Liu Yuan felt the unstoppable power of this sword, and his heart was shaken and frightened.
Since he has been practicing outside the territory, he has experienced thousands of wars, large and small, and wandered between life and death countless times.
Today, the momentary feeling of life and death comes again!
Liu Yuan's face was ferocious, and the blood energy on the big bone knife in his hand went crazy, turning into dozens of bloody ghosts!
He has tried his best!
But the next moment, under the billowing flames of the sword, these bloody ghosts were completely wiped out the moment they took shape, before they had time to explode with power.
Even the strange large bone knife in Liu Yuan's hand broke under Song Changming's sword!
The surrounding clouds and mist were billowing. At this time, many figures arrived in search of the movement. They saw this shocking sword, and the remnant of the Ghost Sword Sect was split into two and almost exploded under this sword.
call!
The flames were lingering, making Song Changming look like a god of fire.
"The power of such a flaming sword! Duan Fangshuo?" someone who arrived was surprised.
"No, this person is not Duan Fangshuo." Another old monk shook his head.
Duan Fangshuo was once on the Tianbang list and was famous for his flaming sword.
Therefore, when they saw the power of the flame sword, they subconsciously thought that it was Duan Fangshuo who took action.
It wasn't until Song Changming's eyes looked like fire that they were sure that the person in front of them was not Duan Fangshuo, but someone else.
Song Changming's inner energy calmed down, the dancing fire in his eyes extinguished, the sword energy of the long sword in his hand dissipated, and the dragon-patterned sword revealed was evocative.
Someone has vaguely guessed Song Changming's identity.
"In the past, I didn't know who Dibang Long Swordsman was. His ability could surpass that of Jian Yanan Chenguang. Now that I have seen him, he is truly a man of great reputation." A newly arrived martial artist from the martial arts world first raised his hand to Song Changming.
"Are you Song Changming who is number one on the local ranking list?" Hong Chang held two Xuanhua axes and squinted his eyes, looking up and down at Song Changming.
"You look so young?"
Behind him was a group of armored warriors, which was the team of the hidden sect, the Golden Scale Sect.
In addition, the Ksitigarbha Palace team led by the old monk was also among them.
There are also several teams of Dahanwu people, and there are seventy or eighty people gathered here.
"I have met all of you, seniors." Song Changming looked calm and returned the greeting with his hands in hand.
"Monk Ksitigarbha cleanses the dust from the palace, Young Master Song, you're welcome." The old monk held a Zen staff in his hand and said with a smile, his face was kind and his eyes were kind.
Behind him, some disciples of Ksitigarbha monks looked at Song Changming with burning eyes. They are all outstanding talents among the disciples in Ksitigarbha Palace, and they are also ranked at the top of the ranking list.
Now that he meets Song Changming, who is number one on the land rankings, just like Li Pho before, he wants to prove himself by competing with Song Changming.
If it were not the occasion for a discussion, they would all want to challenge Song Changming to a fight.
"Since there is nothing to do here, let's take the first step." Hong Chang said and left in a hurry with a group of Jinlin Sect warriors.
"Does Young Master Song have a team? It would be quite dangerous to act alone in this heavy fog." asked the old monk Jingchen.
Song Changming shook his head, he indeed broke in alone.
"If the young hero is willing, he and the poor monk can work together and take care of each other." Monk Jingchen said.
"Senior's reminder, this junior has taken note of it. This junior has some trivial matters during this trip. He needs to find the disciple of Wangyue Pavilion." Song Changming politely declined the other party's invitation.
He did not forget the purpose of his trip, and first went to confirm Liu Yan'er's condition.
"Wangyue Pavilion, Fairy Yuehan arrived here yesterday and was killing the evil cult members deep in the fog. I heard that she was recently fighting against the Corpse Refining Sect," said Monk Jingchen.
"Corpse Refining Sect?" Song Changming thanked him and then walked away.
The figure merged into the heavy fog and soon lost its whereabouts.
"He is a talented person, and his future achievements will be limitless. It would be better not to die here." Old monk Jingchen said as he watched Song Changming leave.
Walking alone in the fog, heading north.
The strange roars of wild beasts can be heard in my ears, one in the east and one in the west.
Occasionally, dark shadows passed over the fog overhead.
Those are the noises coming from the fog beast.
When some fog beasts appeared, they ignored Song Changming in the fog, while others stayed and refused to leave, launching attacks on Song Changming.
Fortunately, Song Changming did not encounter a fog beast that was too difficult to deal with, nor did he get into a tough fight.
The battle with the remnants of the Ghost Sword Sect just now was the most intense, at least it brought out his true strength under normal circumstances.
"It's a pity that the flesh and blood of these fog beasts are inedible." Song Changming said to himself.
Although he was not injured in the continuous fighting, it took a real toll on him.
He soon felt a little hungry in his belly. Since his appetite was different from ordinary people, the rations he brought were only enough for one day's consumption, so he didn't eat much.
This also made him covet the corpses of these fog beasts on the ground. Unfortunately, even if the flesh and blood of the fog beasts contained rich energy and nutrients, they were inedible like poison.
But Song Changming doesn't have to worry too much about food.
Even if the flesh and blood of fog beasts is inedible in this foggy land, other serious ferocious beasts still exist, and they will not all disappear in a short period of time due to the sudden heavy fog.
As long as he is patient, it shouldn't be difficult to find food in this fog.
After walking like this for a while, Song Changming finally found a river under the heavy fog.
The river flows slowly downstream, not too fast.
Standing by the river, circulating the inner Qi, and the energy continuously pops out from the fingertips.
Within a moment, several large, fat fish nearly one meter long floated to the surface with their bellies turned over. They were not fog beasts.
Just do some simple things, make a fire, set up wood, and grill fish.
After a while, the two big fish were placed on the fire, and the slightly burnt meat smell gradually overflowed.
Sprinkle on Song Ping'an's homemade seasonings, and you have a grilled fish with full color, flavor and flavor.
The only shortcoming is that a jar of good wine is missing.
Song Changming held a large piece of fish in his arms and took a big bite while looking at the other side of the river.
Logically speaking, his current location is already deep in the fog, which is quite different from the position mentioned by the old monk.
The activity place led by the deputy master of Wangyue Pavilion should be nearby here.
Song Changming planned to look for more traces along the river after having a good meal.
Just when he had eaten one of the big fish and was still not satisfied yet and was about to reach out for the next big fish, he suddenly paused and frowned.
The inner energy floating around him turned into a strong wind, blowing away the surrounding fog.
The next moment, several roars were heard in succession, and the sound of fighting came from far to near.
Just hearing a whoosh, two figures rushed out of the fog first and landed at the riverside where Song Changming was.
Song Changming sat on the stone and looked up.
They were two swordsmen, one of whom was wearing the same uniform as a disciple of a large sect that Song Changming had seen before.
The other person is young in appearance, wearing black clothes, and the style is almost the same. He holds a long sword that is entirely blue in his hand, which is quite strange.
This person is none other than the young master of Jianya, Nan Chenguang!
(End of chapter)