The bright red blood was dripping along the blade. Song Xing didn't care. He grabbed the handle of the knife and put the blade close to his left chest. Then he kicked the ground with his legs and rushed towards Qilang.
When approaching Qi Lang, Song Xing's speed suddenly increased, leaving a flame in Qi Lang's sight, and then slashed him in the chest.
Angry howls echoed in the dark forest, and Song Xing used the blade to cut a deep scar on Qilang's chest and abdomen.
Different from the previous indifference, this time the injury seemed to cause pain to Shichiro, causing him to roar in anger.
Shichiro took a few steps back. Although the wound on his chest was not fatal, it caused him great pain and made him feel angry.
At the same time, the eyes in the armor emitted faint ghost fire and looked at the Chan Yuan in Song Xing's hand.
The knife was still the same knife as before, but it could inflict great damage to his demon body. The only thing that brought about this change was Song Xing's blood on the blade.
Song Xing clenched Chan Yuan with his right hand and flicked his index finger inadvertently. Looking at the scars on Qilang's chest, he confirmed that his guess worked.
The magic power of Zhiyang can harm the body of demons and ghosts, and the true spirit blood of Kunpeng that is incorporated into Song Xing's body to stop bleeding also has the power of Zhiyang and can destroy all evils in the world!
Seeing that the true spirit blood was effective, a smile appeared on Song Xing's face, and he swung the long knife in his hand again, aiming at Qilang's head and cutting it off.
Song Xing knew very well that only by killing Qilang completely could the threat of Qilang be completely cut off.
I saw Qilang raising his arm, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand stirred up the strong wind. The originally straight, violent and domineering halberd technique suddenly became light and heavy, and varied.
The flying stone chips, soil, and turbulent air currents shrouded the surrounding area for hundreds of feet in flying sand and rocks.
Song Xing raised his eyes and looked around. There was dark demonic energy everywhere, roaring wildly and covering the sky and the sun.
On the battlefield, the first two weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds, are the most commonly used weapons by generals. The long sword is brave and the long spear is powerful. They can maximize the user's force and increase the chance of survival.
The Fangtian Painted Halberd is usually a ceremonial object and is rarely used in actual combat. However, it does not mean that it cannot be used in actual combat, but it places extremely high demands on its users.
This cold weapon for fighting combines the functions of a spear and a sword, and consists of a halberd head and a halberd handle.
The head of the halberd painted in Qilang's hand is made entirely of metal. It can stab, pick, hook, and peck, integrating the functions of a light weapon and a heavy weapon.
When he realized that the long knife in Song Xing's hand could hurt his real body, the style of the halberd in Qilang's hand suddenly changed, and in addition to the force, the light weapon changed.
With the halberd in hand, Qilang's posture is extremely violent. He can shovel, stab horizontally, slash, cut, stab, and strike. The Fang Tian Hua Ji, which weighs ten thousand kilograms, has been truly practiced in his hands. Got the marrow.
Just relying on his terrifying strange power, he can easily suppress any cultivator below the third level of Shenzang.
Qi Lang walked very fast, with seven stars on his feet, and a halberd in his hand, which he pointed at Song Xing with his backhand.
Seven dazzling stars passed by Qilang, bringing up the roaring wind, and hit the Chanyuan created by Song Xing.
The powerful force shook Song Xing's body, causing his muscles to tremble and his bones to crackle. If an ordinary cultivator was exposed to such a move, he would definitely suffer heavy injuries.
Unfortunately, what he met was not an ordinary cultivator. Song Xing vibrated the long knife in his hand and blocked Fang Tian's painted halberd. At the same time, he reached out with his left hand and slapped Qilang's chest with his palm.
Under Song Xing's deliberate control, the scar on his left palm did not heal. When his palm was printed on Qilang's breastplate, the blood flowing out collided with the demonic energy on Qilang's body, just like the sun falling into the snow. A large amount of demonic energy was directly forced to disperse, and a solid force hit Qilang's chest.
Qilang groaned, and his body was shot backwards for hundreds of meters. The originally solid demonic energy on his body was shaken by this palm, dragging huge traces hundreds of meters long on the ground.
Before Qilang's body fell, Song Xing had already jumped up, brandished the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Qilang. The two figures kept flashing alternately, and dozens or hundreds of attacks were launched every second.
Song Xing's movements became faster and faster, Qilang's injuries increased more and more, and the demonic aura gradually disappeared.
I don't know when it started, but the originally fierce battlefield suddenly became quiet. Except for the fighting between Song Xing and Qi Lang, there was no other sound.
After a burst of explosions, Shichiro's figure shot out again, drawing a long ravine on the ground.
And what was faster than him was Song Xing's sword light, which reached its peak speed with the help of Kunpeng's blood.
The light of the sword flashed, and Song Xing was already standing in the void. The Chanyuan in his hand was broken into hundreds of iron blocks of different sizes under Xu Xian's surprised gaze.
The demonic energy on Qilang's body disappeared completely, all the long arrows on the general's armor were broken, the armor's stomach was covered with wounds, his chest was even more dented, and his breastplate was shattered.
As a dull sound came out, the heavy painted halberd in Qilang's hand hit the ground heavily, and Douda's head flew out wrapped in the soaring evil spirit.
The demonic energy in the sky floated in the air, fell to the ground, and turned into a ferocious evil ghost, roaring up to the sky, making a deafening roar.
Just when the expressions of Xu Xian and others in the distance changed, the body of the demon ghost transformed by the evil spirit suddenly pulled up and turned into a boy eight feet tall with a black face and eyes. He nodded distantly at Song Xing, and then disappeared in the air.
Song Xing watched Qilang's body turn into demonic energy and disappear, and murmured: "Qilang?"
He stepped forward, bent down, and held the Fang Tian painted halberd left on the ground with his left hand. With a slight exertion, Song Xing easily picked up this extremely heavy weapon.
When the blood flowed out from the hand and touched the halberd painted by Fang Tian, the traces of evil energy coiled in it were immediately forced out, making the halberd shine with silver light and become even more dazzling.
"What a treasure weapon. With its weight alone, it can easily kill those evil demons just now."
Liu Haichan and others were relieved when they saw Qi Lang died in Song Xing's hands. Just as they were about to step forward, they saw a halberd drawn out of Song Xing's hand, stabbing Xu Xian in the side with overwhelming momentum.
Xu Xian was startled, and subconsciously wanted to swing out the sledgehammer in his hand, but when he saw Song Xing's eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Out of trust, he controlled the weapon in his hand and did not swing it out.
The halberd stabbed into the air beside Xu Xian with a murderous intention, and it could penetrate her body by just a hair.
Xu Xian looked at the halberd body, which was less than half an inch away from him, and felt Song Xing's astonishing evil aura. His whole body felt cold and his hairs stood up.
"Ah..."
A soft female voice came from behind, which shocked her body even more. Her whole body was shaking like an electric shock, and her hairs stood on end, terrified.
Fang Tian's painted halberd flew across the sky, but it only hit a piece of crimson silk. Song Xing missed a single hit and stood tall, pointing the halberd in his hand diagonally at the void.
The pale blue demonic fire flashed by, and a graceful figure appeared in the void. The fox tail was swaying and the demonic fire protected the body. It was the moon-worshiping fox that had appeared briefly in Zhao Guizhen's place before.
"Is there another monster?"
Song Xing looked at the demon fox with a relaxed tone, the true energy in his body was surging, and the ten thousand kilogram Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand made him feel like he was practicing Lu Heqiang with Chu Luozhao in the mountains, and the demon fox in front of him was undoubtedly the best test gun object.
Seemingly seeing Song Xing's murderous intent, the demon fox's body moved automatically without wind. The demon fire flickered several times, and the body disappeared into the void. Only a soft voice came: "It's so powerful, it scared the slave family to death, I am Nie Xiaoqian, Young man, remember my name, we will meet again soon."
