Looking at Sun Bugong's body lying on the ground, the eyes of the remaining twelve murderers also showed awe-inspiring looks, realizing that this mission was more difficult than before.
Leng Liuping, who looked thin and wretched, looked at Song Xing and said, "Hey, I didn't expect that Sun Bugong would run rampant all his life, but he would fall into the hands of a brat."
Song Xing sneered, as if he was too lazy to talk to the dead, and ignored Leng Liuping.
Tie Shou looked at the twelve murderers approaching, and said calmly: "Trespassing into the sky prison without mercy, shoot to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xing's figure rushed towards the opposite side.
As soon as Song Xing moved, Tie Shou's figure turned into an afterimage and rushed into the middle of the twelve murderers. His hands were like spiritual snakes, and he attacked Ouyang Da at the front as quickly as thunder. Mo San was given to the two of them.
The strength wrapped in the iron palm made the two people's expressions change greatly, and they hurriedly waved their weapons to resist.
The weapons clashed and exploded instantly. The strong collision caused a huge roar, and then the two of them were knocked back several steps.
Iron Shou's moves were majestic, and they were aimed at the critical points of the two of them.
The two barely parried for a moment, but they were already at a disadvantage. The two murderers beside them rushed to fight against the iron hand.
The iron palm technique is exquisite and the inner strength is endless. Even with the combination of the four murderers, they still can't gain the slightest upper hand.
At the same time, Lengxue, who had never been born before, stood aside and drew his sword decisively. His body was dexterous and his steps were elegant and agile, making it impossible for the thirteen murderers to figure out his figure.
Song Xing, who was the first to take action, was surrounded by the most powerful of the thirteen murderers.
Zhang Xuao's iron umbrella, Master Ximen's golden hook, Sima Huang's bronze cymbal, and Leng Liuping's ring knife are known as the most difficult to resist, the most unpredictable, and the most ever-changing weapons among the thirteen murderers.
But even with these weapons, there was not even half a chance to stop Song Xing.
The first person to confront Song Xing was Zhang Xuao. The iron umbrella in his hand suddenly opened, a cold light suddenly appeared at the tip of the umbrella, and several hidden weapons were shot out from the umbrella body. Taking advantage of the moment when Song Xing's sight was blocked, , the tip of the umbrella was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, stabbing Song Xing hard in the heart.
Song Xing's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at the weapon stabbed by Zhang Xuao, and suddenly he raised his hand and slapped it directly on the tip of the umbrella.
A violent force came from the umbrella body, causing Zhang Xuao's expression to change, and he hurriedly rotated the iron umbrella to try to offset this unrivaled force.
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With a bang, Zhang Xuao felt as if his weapon had hit a hard iron wall. The irresistible force made his right arm numb, and he could hardly hold the iron umbrella, and his entire arm instantly lost consciousness.
Taking advantage of Song Xing's opportunity to injure Zhang Xuao, the remaining murderers attacked one after another.
Song Xing waved his left hand lightly, flicking through the air like playing a pipa. When the weapons in their hands touched Song Xing's fingers, they all felt as if they were struck by lightning. The weapons almost came out of their hands, and their bodies bounced back. , fell heavily to the ground.
"King Kong is indestructible, how is that possible!"
Leng Liuping and others had shocked looks in their eyes, looking at Song Xing's young and outrageous face in disbelief.
You must know that the attacks carried out by these people contained such terrifying energy that even top-notch players would be torn apart in an instant. However, Song Xing easily blocked all their attacks with just a few fingers. You can even knock them back.
Being able to reach this level with just his physical body, one can imagine the terror of Song Xing's strength.
Song Xing looked at the people in front of him with a cold expression, slowly walked towards them, and said with ridicule: "You know nothing about power."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his two palms again and pressed them towards everyone.
Song Xing showed no mercy. His two palms were like gold and copper, exuding a metallic texture. Wherever they touched, waves of air surged into the sky and the void collapsed!
The four people roared angrily, desperately activating the zhenqi in their bodies, and rushed towards the weapons in their hands.
In an instant, the iron umbrella, golden hook, copper cymbal, and ring knife shined with dazzling white light, illuminating the night sky.
There was a loud bang, and the four weapons collided with Song Xing's two palms at the same time.
The powerful shock wave swept in all directions, blowing countless lanterns hanging around the sky prison into flying and swaying. In the strong wind, at least half of the lanterns were blown out by this terrifying air wave, and the front door of the sky prison suddenly seemed dark and solemn. a bit.
During the fight, Song Xing stood still without moving. Except for Leng Liuping, who was the most powerful among the four, the other three fell down again, with blood hanging from the corners of their mouths and a look of horror in their eyes.
"You..." Leng Liuping wanted to say something, but Song Xing didn't give him a chance to continue talking nonsense.
With just a "puff" sound, Song Xing took a step forward, came to Leng Liuping like a ghost, stretched out his hand and pinched his neck.
Leng Liuping's eyes were wide open, his breathing was rapid, and his face was red. In the crisis of life and death, the willow leaf ring knife that killed Miao Jiang was slashed towards Song Xing's heart like a ghost.
Song Xing frowned slightly, moved his palm slightly, quickly clasped Leng Liuping's knife-holding wrist, held it tightly with his five fingers, and gently folded it.
There was a crisp sound from Kacha, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard, and Leng Liuping suddenly screamed.
Then he punched Leng Liuping on the chest, instantly shattering Leng Liuping's heart and killing him with one blow. Leng Liuping's body lay limply on the ground.
The remaining three people saw Leng Liuping's tragic death. Although their faces changed drastically and their eyes showed fear, no one backed down. Instead, they all moved forward to attack.
The person in the sky prison must die in their hands, otherwise even if they escape alive, what awaits them will be an ending even more miserable than death.
Zhang Xuao's iron umbrella and Mr. Ximen's golden hook cut through the void one on the left and the other on the right, reaching straight for Song Xing's throat and left shoulder blade.
At the same time, the cymbals of Sima Huang's tomb suddenly made a shrill sound. A wisp of black smoke that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye emerged from the cymbal, drifted silently behind Song Xing, and then quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a ghost wearing a robe and a hood.
The ghost held a dark mourning stick in its hand and silently attacked Song Xing's back.
"Um?"
Song Xingling felt astonished. Although the ghost appeared silently, he was still aware of it. When he stepped on his feet, a violent wind suddenly erupted from his body. His whole body suddenly became invisible and he avoided Young Master Ximen's golden hook and Zhang Xu. Proud iron umbrella.
The mourning stick with a trace of evil spirit was still scratching against Song Xing's back. Black mist poured out from the mourning stick, cutting off the sword belt carrying the Blood River Sword on his back. The Blood River Sword was thrust straight into the ground. Look, The scabbard, which looked clumsy and without an edge, was actually inserted into the floor tiles like tofu and stood there.
The mourning stick stopped about two feet away from the back of Song Xing's head. Even though the symbols on it shone with a strange brilliance, it could not break through Song Xing's fingers that looked as white as jade.
Golden light flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and a ball of flame rose out of the air, burning along the mourning stick towards the ghost's illusory arm.
The flames scorched the body, and a golden light flashed across the ghost's body, and it suddenly let out a howl of pain. The talisman on the mourning stick instantly burned to ashes. The ghost's shadow flashed, and it actually abandoned Song Xing and moved towards the copper cymbal in Sima Huang's tomb. Fly away.
"Can you run away?" Looking at the ghost going away, Song Xing snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab it, and a transparent arm appeared out of thin air, chasing after the ghost that had disappeared in the darkness, and then pulled hard, and unexpectedly, He pulled out the ghost thing and threw it in front of Song Xing.
Song Xing lowered his head and looked down at this monster, which was covered in strange patterns, bulging veins, and withered skin. It looked hideous and terrifying.
The ghost let out a hoarse roar and waved out an afterimage of its claws, as if it wanted to pounce and bite Song Xing's throat.
"Hmph!" Song Xing sneered, raised his foot and stepped on the ghost's head, and an illusory cracking sound sounded in the air. The ghost's head exploded in response, and dark smoke mixed with black filth flowed out of the body and fell on the ground at Song Xing's feet, emitting bursts of corroding sounds.
This scene frightened Zhang Xuao and the other three who witnessed the battle, with extreme fear in their eyes.
Song Xing slowly retracted his feet, glanced at Zhang Xuao and the others, and then looked at the headless ghost, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "This soul actually uses resentment, hostility, and other kinds of... It is refined from Yin Qi and evil spirit. It should have disappeared from the world long ago, but I didn't expect that you would cultivate it into a body that can appear in this world. If you are allowed to further reshape the ghost body and become the ghost king, there may be no one in the future. I can subdue you!"
