Song Xingren was in the air, lightly pressing his palm towards the little old man, and Mingyu's Qi at the peak of the ninth level surged out like a tidal wave.

The little old man's vision went dark.

It was as if all the light was sucked into Song Xing's raised palm, and no trace of it could shine through anymore.

After experiencing the shuttle between the two worlds, Song Xing's state of mind and spirit underwent a strange transformation.

After holding the elixir, the soul becomes harmonious, the spirit sublimates, and all kinds of moves are at your fingertips, all of which can exert great power.

With the success of Gang Jin, he can integrate a trace of his own "divine" intention into his moves, making the simple competition of moves into a contest of spiritual will.

In addition to darkness, the little old man also felt silence.

Extremely quiet.

It was clear that when Song Xing took action in the last breath, the true energy was surging and the air flow was surging. The little old man could even hear the sound of Lu Xiaofeng and others breathing in his ears, but after Song Xing took this palm, all the sounds disappeared.

In the ears of the little old man.

The world became quiet.

No matter how much he focused his energy on his ears, he still couldn't hear any sound. There was no sound in the darkness.

It was as if Song Xing's palm had directly erased the little old man's vision and hearing.

Fortunately, the little old man can still feel the cold.

The cold air that could freeze even rocks spread all around the little old man, and his indestructible body could not stop the invasion of the cold current in the air.

Those with slightly weaker power would be killed instantly in this terrifying cold current.

What's even more terrifying is that in the darkness, the invisible and intangible feeling of desolation fills the little old man's mind.

Darkness, netherworld, silence, and destruction were enough to make people go crazy, shaking the little old man's five senses.

He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, and the little old man's face still didn't change much. He knew that these were all caused by the magic of Song Xing's Kung Fu.

His eyes can still see and his ears can still hear. As long as he breaks through the cage that Song Xing has set for him, all difficulties will no longer be a problem.

Without looking at anything, the little old man did not step back, but instead took a step forward.

The great yin and yang endowment Qi that he had cultivated for forty years was like a flood, rushing upstream, instantly coming from the sea of ​​qi to the meridians of his palms.

In the blink of an eye, the little old man was several feet away and pushed out with both palms.

The air wave empties and roars in.

This is the first time in decades that the little old man has used all his strength to move his palm. Like a meteor falling from the sky, the little old man's simple move seems to have brought a hurricane that can tear everything apart, heading towards Song Xing's pressing palm.

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The little old man finally saw the light again, and the roar of air waves sounded in his ears, and then a hand as white as jade came between his palms.

boom!

The ground three feet below Song Xing and the little old man collapsed once again, and smoke and dust rose up from their feet like earth dragons.

As Song Xing's palm continued to press down, the little old man's arms and sleeves exploded, and he took several steps back as if struck by lightning.

The eyelids of everyone onlookers jumped. When Song Xing took action just now, they did not feel the slightest abnormality. On the contrary, when the little old man took action, the waves were turbulent, showing his Qi cultivation that shocked the past and the present.

Gong Jiu and Lu Xiaofeng asked themselves that they were determined not to be able to block the little old man's move.

But Song Xing's Sanshou palm, which didn't seem to have much power, suppressed the little old man's counterattack in his opponent's palm, and even caused him to suffer a lot.

A look of fear flashed across the little old man's eyes. If his reaction just now had been half a minute slower, his palm speed had been hesitant, and his internal strength had been a little lower, Song Xing's palm would have shattered his head.

In his decades of life, he had never seen such a weird palm technique.

The little old man has seen many techniques in the world that can confuse people's five senses, but all of them rely on foreign objects or gestures to slowly lead people's senses astray and make wrong judgments in battle.

But it has never been like Song Xing's. Just one palm can almost suck people's hearts into the palm of their hands. In that silent and dark world, they can feel the sense of despair that returns to the void.

At this point, the little old man no longer had the slightest contempt for Song Xing's words about defeating the Ten Jue List.

"In terms of palm skills alone, no one in the world can compare with you."

The little old man highly recognized Song Xing's palm that almost killed him: "I have read all the martial arts scriptures and have never seen such a palm technique. Does this palm technique have a name?"

Song Xing was a little regretful that he didn't slap the old man in front of him to death. When the little old man asked, he still said: "Return to the ruins."

Hundreds of millions of miles east of the Bohai Sea, there is a large ravine, which is actually a bottomless valley with no bottom below it. It is called Guixi.

The legendary Guixu is the end of the seabed, where there is endless darkness and silence, extreme cold, and no life. It is the final destination of all life.

The little old man murmured: "Return to the ruins, return to the ruins, return to nothingness..."

The great yin and yang gift of true energy circulated, and the little old man's aura surged. He used all his knowledge and waved seventeen claws at Song Xing in an instant.

When the little old man used the Ruyi Orchid Hand, it was much more powerful than beef soup. It even left afterimages in the air between swipes of the claws.

Song Xing reacted quickly and pointed his sword into a sword. In an instant, he returned the seventeen fingers to the little old man. The little old man was shocked to find that each of Song Xing's fingers was exactly at the most critical point in the movement of his true energy.

If he doesn't change his moves, Song Xing will give him a hint and one of his hands will be destroyed.

The little old man had no choice but to change his palm technique, which was called Fish-Dragon Variety. His body shape suddenly looked like a golden carp entering the sea, and he became as powerful as a dragon. He changed his palms in an unpredictable way.

Song Xing responded to all changes by remaining unchanged. He swung his sword and let the sword energy flow freely and horizontally, allowing you to change in various ways. I have my own sword technique to defeat each other.

Next, the little old man changed several sets of boxing techniques and fingering techniques, all of which were lost skills in martial arts, but he still couldn't do anything to Song Xing.

Song Xing punched again to force the little old man back, then his aura dropped and he raised his hands in a strange posture.

Seeing this, the little old man did not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack, because when Song Xing assumed this posture, the hairs all over his body stood up. With a jolt, his body instantly turned into a wisp of smoke, and he quickly retreated towards the back.

If Sikong Zhaixing were here and saw the little old man's Qing Gong performed at this moment, he would find that the little old man's Qing Gong was hardly inferior to Chu Liuxiang's.

In the blink of an eye, the little old man retreated several feet away, but the fatal sense of crisis still lingered. He could only stare at Song Xing and then retreat.

Song takes action!

He took one step forward, shrunk to an inch, and was already several feet away from the little old man.

He Zhizhang's eyes lit up, he understood Song Xing's step, and it was clear that he had the shadow of the drunken Liuyun Seven Killers.

The Qi machine wraps around the opponent, and according to the change of the opponent's Qi machine, it follows him like a shadow, like a maggot attached to a bone.

However, Song Xing's move was obviously more brilliant than that of Zui Wo Liuyun. You must know that he and the little old man were several feet apart before, but they were able to step into the attack range with one step under the entanglement of Qi. It was simply miraculous.

Looking at the little old man who was still flying away so close to him, Song Xing raised his hands, formed a seal in the air, then turned his palms over and pressed them down.

In the eyes of the little old man, the endless sea appeared. In the dark water, there was a majestic sacred mountain as high as ten thousand feet. In his ears, he could even hear the sound of the waves crashing on the sacred mountain.

What shocked him even more was that he found that the mountains and the sea were actually held in the palm of a huge hand.

The palms of my hands turned over, the mountains and rivers fell over, and the world was turned upside down!

Faced with this scene that was as powerful as heaven, no one could feel any resistance, and all that was left was fear and despair.

The little old man bit his tongue violently and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The pain briefly dispelled the hesitation in his heart. He roared angrily, and his whole body's energy surged, and he blocked it with his palms across his head.

Before the palm on his head fell, the little old man could already feel the crackling of bones all over his body, and the surrounding air seemed to turn into steel, restraining him unable to move.

With one palm falling, the four poles will be destroyed, the nine states will be split, the sky will not be covered, and the earth will not be contained.

The little old man felt that he was not fighting against humans, but against the superior 'heaven'.

In the next breath, the little old man's palms were broken, his arm bones were shattered, and his decades of true energy cultivation melted away under those white palms, like spring snow.

When the palm print fell, the blood vessels all over the little old man's body burst, and the ground beneath his feet shattered and sank inch by inch under the terrifying pressure. The blood all over his body was instantly compressed out of the body under this force, dyeing the ground under his feet bright red.

The little old man who had controlled the invisible man for thirty years and mastered all kinds of magical skills was completely wiped out under Song Xing's hand.

After killing the little old man with one move, Song Xing raised his jade-like right hand and sighed in dissatisfaction.

Combining the principles of internal boxing and martial arts, he created the half-style Sanshou Buzhoushan.

He also created the half-style Sanshou Guixu with the idea of ​​​​Zhenqi martial arts.

When the mountains and the sea return to one place, it is the first complete form of Sanshou created by Song Xing.
Chapter completed!