"Come on, brother." Qiao Shan became enthusiastic again and spread his hands.

"Don't be afraid of the emperor and the king. I have a way to deal with them."

"We can do more things together and kill more people... Do you want to be promoted to a martial arts immortal? It's for me!"

The response to him was a sentence "hehe".

Song Yun swept his sword around, and the sword energy spread in a circular shape, cutting off all the trees and corpse puppets within a range of hundreds of feet. "I will be promoted to a martial arts immortal soon, and I don't need you to help."

Qiao Shan's figure disappeared again, avoiding the sword energy, and appeared in the air the next moment, looking down at Song Yun, showing a strange smile:

"Then you are naive. Whether you can be promoted may not be up to you. The Daxia Dynasty can no longer tolerate the third martial arts immortal."

"If you don't make a future, you will have to be trapped at the peak of the Martial Saint for the rest of your life!"

Swish—The bronze long sword swept slanted and cut the air again.

Qiao Bei shook his head contemptuously, "Young people just don't believe in evil. You will never be able to hit me like this."

"If you have the strength to draw a sword, it's better to think about it carefully. I may not be your enemy."

Song Yun stared at the vague figure in the air, thinking about how to deal with it.

Qiao Shan himself is just an ordinary ghost immortal. Even if he is possessed by the heavenly ghost, his combat power is not much stronger.

Although there are many corpse puppets, their lethality cannot threaten the peak of the Martial Saint.

What is really troublesome is the strange and unpredictable magical power of space.

The space formation in Cangshan is likely to have been laid, and it has long become the home court of Tiangui.

If you want to deal with Tiangui here, it is probably no longer possible to rely on conventional sword techniques.

Seeing Song Yun's vigilant expression, Qiao Shan could also guess what he was thinking. His face gradually darkened and he asked dissatisfiedly:

"Why don't you listen to me? Why are you full of hostility towards me? Do you think that killing people is evil, and killing people is just? We are all the way!"

Song Yun sneered, "I kill people is a means, and you kill people is the purpose. Who is this all the way?"

"You are really not good at fooling people. It's better to call a demon to directly erode the mind, maybe it will have some effect."

Anger appeared in Qiao Shan's eyes, "Don't deceive yourself, boy, we are all butchers, we fight for the pleasure of killing!"

Song Yun raised his head and laughed, "If you really want to experience the pleasure of killing, I think that if you can kill a heavenly ghost with your own hands, it must be a great pleasure in the world!"

After saying that, his eyes sharply and his whole body suddenly reached its peak.

At the same time, the mental state is also urged to its limit.

Since he obtained the talent of [Zhencheng Wufu], the ghost immortals he killed in Anxi have reached nearly twenty.

The soul power of more than a dozen ghost immortals was absorbed and transformed, creating a majestic spiritual foundation as majestic as the sea.

Today, Song Yun is only a thunder tribulation in the realm of Taoism, but in terms of the strength of the soul, it is enough to be comparable to the late stage of the Ghost Immortal.

Plus the peak martial arts realm of the Martial Saint.

He can already use higher-level sword moves.

The bronze sword trembled, and the translucent rainbow light spread out in circles.

Song Yun held a sword in his right hand and pointed at Qiao Bei from afar. The strong wind whistled around him, making the white robe of the gurban robe blew.

A faint blue light appeared in the boy's hole.

The next moment, the long sword slowly pierced out, without speed, without strength, and seemed to be without threat.

And in a place invisible to the naked eye, the vast power of divine thoughts is like a river returning to the sea, and it is vastly integrated into the sword energy.

The two forces intertwined, blended, and gradually became one.

The fierce murderous aura in Song Yun's sword intent was completely fused into the power of the soul, and under the catalysis of the sword force, a unique force was formed-

Spiritual destruction.

"The Nine Swords of the White Emperor Killing the Sky", Sword Seven—

Destroy ghosts and gods!

The tangible sword is slowly handed out without any strength, just a carrier of moves.

The invisible spiritual sword exploded in the air.

In the dark, the sky collapsed and the clouds dispersed.

In the vastness, the earth cracks and the mountains shake!

Qiao Shan's expression was unstable, from the leisure, disdain, to doubt and thinking at the beginning.

In the end it turned into horror.

This sword "slays ghosts and gods", which seems to lock in the air where Qiao Shan is located, but in fact it is a large-scale covered sword technique!

The entire Cangshan Mountains were boiling, trembling in silence and vibrating invisibly.

No matter how large the space formation set up by the Tiangui is, it only covers the Cangshan territory.

The movement of space can only be achieved on Cangshan.

Now, the entire mountain range is filled with invisible sword energy that has destroyed its spirit.

No matter how much you move it, it is useless. Under the cover of the sword energy, you can't escape!

"Okay, a good invisible sword!"

Qiao Shan gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, it's still time to stop now. Cangshan has my layout. If you dare to destroy it, I will kill you!"

The response to him was the silent and loud sword sound!

Destroy ghosts and gods with one sword!

Qiao Shan directly bleeded from the sky with his seven orifices, and fell heavily into the mud with trembling.

His whole body was twitching constantly, and his soul was severely damaged and he could no longer control his body.

The corpse puppets hidden in the dense forest also cut off their orders, standing staggered in place, eyes dull and unconscious...

In the distance, on another mountain.

While shouting "Song Lan", Zhang Yue observed the arm guards and looked for the missing colleague Zhu Xiewei.

Suddenly, her face changed drastically, and she felt a terrifying aura of destruction attacking from the air.

"What is this? I feel like I'm going to lose my soul!"

She couldn't help but tremble and quickly took all her divine thoughts back into her body. She was about to cast a spell to protect her divine soul, but the invisible attack arrived.

"It's over."

Zhang Yue shook her body and fell to the ground.

The next moment, the invisible attack had just touched her soul, and suddenly dissipated like a tide, causing no harm.

Zhang Yue sat on the ground, panting heavily, feeling the glory of the aftermath of the disaster.

"Who was attacking just now? It seemed that I recognized me and stopped again."

There were not many people on Cangshan Mountain. Among them, the only one who had such strength and was not hostile to her was that mysterious colleague.

"Song Lan! You almost hurt me!" Zhang Yue had just recovered and shouted angrily again.

...

Outside Cangshan, the governor of Monan Road Qi Xuanyu, with several venerables and thousands of Tianlang Guard masters rushed over.

"Strange, Zhang Yue wrote a mark on the ground on the talisman paper. What about this mark?"

Qi Xuanyu looked around, but saw nothing, and said angrily:

"Hmph, this girl who kills evil guards is not reliable at all!"

A venerable around him also complained: "This Cangshan is so big, which direction should we go? You can't disperse and find someone."

A group of people walked around the foot of Cangshan for a while, but could not find any trace.

Just when he was anxious, Qi Xuanyu sniffed and raised his head in confusion.

In the air, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Soon several venerables of Monandao smelled it.
Chapter completed!