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 eyes darkened.
It was as if all the light had been sucked into Song Xing's raised palm, and no trace of it could be revealed 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.
The ultimate quietness.
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 fell silent.
No matter how much energy he focused 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 directly erased the little old man's sight 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, destruction, a feeling that could make one go crazy, shook the little old man's five senses.
Blind to sight and deaf to sound, 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 technique.
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 endowed true energy that he had cultivated for forty years was like the waves of a flood, flowing upstream and instantly reaching the meridians of his palms from the sea of energy.
In the blink of an eye, the little old man was several feet away and pushed out with both palms.
The air waves emptied and roared 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 be carrying a hurricane that can tear everything apart, heading towards Song Xing's pressing palm. .
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 watching 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.
However, Song Xing's Sanshou palm, which seemed to have little 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 hesitation a little hesitant, and his internal strength was 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 returning 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 Guixu.
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 was circulating, and the little old man's aura surged. He used all he had learned and waved seventeen claws at Song Xing in an instant.
The Ruyi Orchid Hand, when used by the little old man, 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 accurately hit the most critical place for the movement of his true energy.
If he doesn't change his moves, one of Song Xing's hands will be destroyed as soon as he points it out.
The little old man had no choice but to change his palm technique, which was called Fish-Dragon Variety. His body shape was like a golden carp entering the sea, and he was as powerful as a dragon. He changed his palm in an unpredictable way.
Song Xing responded to all changes by remaining unchanged. He swung his sword with his sword energy in all directions, 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 martial arts skills, but he still couldn't do anything to Song Xing.
Song Xing punched again to force the little old man back. Then he lost his momentum and 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 hair on his body stood up. With a sudden movement, his figure instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and 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 a few feet away from the little old man.
He Zhizhang's eyes lit up. He understood Song Xing's step, and he clearly had the shadow of his 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 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, Song Xing raised his hands, formed a seal in the air, then turned his palms 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 were overturned, the mountains and rivers were tilted, and the world was suddenly 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 towards the top of his head to block it with his palms.
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 fall, the four poles are destroyed, the nine states are torn apart, the sky cannot be covered, and the earth cannot be contained.
The little old man felt that he was not fighting with people, but with the high "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 like snow in spring under those white palms.
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 has controlled the invisible man for thirty years and mastered all kinds of magical skills has lost his life under Song Xing's hand.
After killing the little old man with one move, Song Xing raised his jade-like right hand and sighed unsatisfied.
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.
Classic of Mountains and Seas!
