The Yanling Sword bloomed with ultimate brilliance in Song Xing's hand, and the sharp and sharp aura swept over the sky. Then he stepped on the ground suddenly, and his body shot out like an arrow!
"boom--"
The two collided with each other, and in an instant, an explosion-like muffled sound echoed through the sky!
At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.
The figures of Song Xing and Xie Xun were fighting rapidly in mid-air. Every time they touched, bursts of thunder exploded, deafening!
The speed of the two was so fast that all the people watching the battle could not keep up with their movements, and could only catch an afterimage.
The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the two men were so fast that the naked eye could not capture their movement trajectories.
Among everyone present, only Zhang Cuishan could manage to see the two figures clearly.
In the seemingly even fight, in Zhang Cuishan's eyes, it was clear that Song Xing was suppressing Xie Xun, unable to resist, as if he were strolling in the court.
Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but have thoughts pop up in his mind, "How strong is this Haisha Gang leader and an outer disciple of the Kongtong Sect?"
Just when Zhang Cuishan thought the situation was decided, Song Xing suddenly drew out his sword and knocked back Xie Xun, looking around with a solemn expression.
Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu followed Song Xing's gaze suspiciously, but found nothing.
Little did he know that in Song Xing's sight, Xie Xun, the dragon-slaying knife he was holding, and even the entire Wangpanshan Island were filled with strange changes.
The vague gray mist appeared around the valley, gradually surrounding the entire valley and even spreading to all sides.
The strange thing is that among the people present, except for Song Xing, everyone's expressions seemed as if they could not see this scene at all.
Only Song Xing could clearly see that the source of the gray fog turned out to be the dragon-slaying knife in Xie Xun's hand.
The originally dark blade was now covered with a light gray mist, and the dragon pattern on the back of the blade could be vaguely seen, emitting a faint light.
However, the dim light was not black, but a creepy green.
Xie Xun stood up straight, raised his dragon-slaying knife and pointed it at Song Xing.
The next moment, Xie Xun's wrist shook slightly, and a majestic and turbulent internal energy suddenly surged out of his body, converging into a giant sword light several meters long, and slashed towards Song Xing!
Seeing Xie Xun's sudden increase in power, Song Xing calmed down, held the Yanling Saber tightly with both hands, and slashed with the sword light.
In an instant, two huge sword lights collided fiercely!
"Bang——" Another dull explosion came.
The terrifying and violent shock wave swept out, overturning the trees and weeds on the ground, and even made Song Xing's clothes rustle!
But that's all!
When the sword light disappeared, Xie Xun's attack still did not stop. He raised the dragon-slaying knife again and continued to chop down without mercy.
Song Xing's pupils shrank, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face. His toes were a little bit on the ground, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, avoiding Xie Xun's attack range extremely quickly.
In his sight, the person fighting him at this moment was not Xie Xun at all, but the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, controlling Xie Xun to fight him.
At this moment, Song Xing had serious doubts about the origin of the Dragon Sword.
Was this knife really made by Guo Jing and Huang Rong when Xiangyang City was destroyed?
In addition to Yang Guo's black iron heavy sword, is there anything else mixed in this sword?
When the Mongols captured Xiangyang, so many people died that Song Xing was not surprised at all when something strange happened.
Song Xing looked at the dragon-slaying knife and felt a strange sense of crisis in his heart. He knew that with his current physical condition, even if he couldn't use his true energy, there was almost no thing that could threaten him in Wang Panshan.
But seeing the strange environment around him and the magical dragon-slaying knife that was praised by martial arts, his intuition told him that the farther away from the dragon-slaying knife, the better!
Therefore, without saying anything, Song Xing turned around and prepared to remind Zhang Cuishan and others to leave.
But when he turned around, all he saw was a blanket of gray fog. Just a moment ago, the gray fog was just spreading on the edge of the valley. In a short period of time, it had spread all over the sky and the entire valley was swallowed up by the fog.
The figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, who were not far away, were already mostly shrouded in gray fog, but their expressions were the same as before, and they were not aware of the approach of the gray fog at all.
Song Xing took one step forward and came to Zhang Cuishan very quickly, trying to pull him out.
But the moment they approached, the gray mist expanded suddenly, swallowing up the figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu in an instant, leaving Song Xing to reach out and catch them.
The step forward was obviously where Zhang Cuishan was standing just now, but behind the gray mist, Song Xing's hand didn't touch anything.
Song Xing frowned and noticed from the corner of his eye that Xie Xun had also fallen into the gray fog and disappeared.
Song Xing took a deep breath, channeled his inner strength, and slapped the gray mist with his palm.
Song Xing's palm stirred up strong winds. If it were the ordinary fog in nature, it would have been blown away long ago. However, these gray fogs remained motionless in the face of Song Xing's air-splitting palm.
Song Xing frowned slightly and looked around. At this moment, the valley was completely shrouded in fog. People from various sects who originally participated in the knife-raising conference were all swallowed up by the fog, and no trace could be seen.
He listened carefully, but could not hear any sound in the mist. There were neither screams nor calls for help, nor the sound of fighting and walking. It seemed that the scene with a lot of people before was a complete misunderstanding.
Looking up, the surroundings were only gray. There were faint black shadows flashing through the gray mist. When I looked intently, there was nothing there, as if it was an illusion.
"We must leave the scope of the gray fog first!"
Seeing that he could not find Zhang Cuishan and others, Song Xing decided to leave the valley first and not be led away by the dragon-slaying knife.
Following the direction in his memory, Song Xing strode forward with Yan Ling Dao in hand.
The gray mist seemed to be spiritual. When he got close, it would slightly separate to both sides. It seemed that it was afraid to touch him, but it also seemed to be cautiously testing and cautiously surrounding him.
Along the way, Xie Xun, who was originally expected to hide in the mist and make a sneak attack, did not appear.
Song Xing, who was walking, suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill coming from the mist behind him, and a strong murderous intention firmly locked onto his body. It seemed that he could be cut into pieces with just one thought. !
Song Xing looked back suddenly, and at the moment he looked back, a red figure, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, stabbed into his chest at lightning speed!
Song Xing snorted coldly and slashed out wildly with the Yanling Saber. The fiery sword light split the attacking red shadow into two!
After the red shadow fell, his true form was revealed. It was a monster several feet long with blood-red eyes, resembling a python and a dragon.
He prepared to sneak attack Song Xing, but was killed by him!
"It's that river monster!" Song Xing recognized the identity of the monster. It was the python-like river monster that appeared in the Qiantang River before. It was later escaped by Yin Susu by throwing food into the water to attract attention.
Unexpectedly, he appeared in Wangpan Mountain.
"Did you follow us, or were you attracted by the mysterious force of the dragon-slaying knife?" Song Xing lowered his face and felt that the surrounding fog was getting thicker. Even with his Emperor's Qi-gazing Technique, he could hardly see the road clearly. He had to speed up his pace, and finally, dozens of breaths later, he passed through the blockade of gray fog, arrived at the port, and boarded the Sky Eagle Sect's ship.
Looking back, Song Xing's expression changed again, and he saw that the sky full of gray fog had shrouded Wangpanshan Island, and the Sky Eagle Sect's ship was only a few feet away from the shore.
As he watched in surprise, the gray fog gradually dissipated, and Wang Panshan Island, which originally stood on the sea, mysteriously disappeared into the gray fog!
(End of chapter)
