"What if you understand the meaning of the sword? Just the day after tomorrow, can we turn the sky? "

The crane pen Weng stubbornly gritted his teeth and pressed down his anxiety. His real Qi became more and more surging and attacked song Qingshu.

The day after tomorrow, nine days, one day at a time. The gap between each small realm is quite obvious.

After all, he biweng is ahead of song Qingshu. At this time, song Qingshu feels a lot of pressure by pressing down and shaking his heart and trying his best.

If song Qingshu hadn't possessed "Heaven swallowing demon skill" and the purity of Qi essence in his body was extremely high, he would have to suffer a great loss at this time.

Of course, there is no if in this world.

The fact is that song Qingshu not only makes up for the lack of true Qi, but also vaguely takes the initiative by relying on the powerful skill of swallowing the devil.

Ordinary postnatal masters, even if the postnatal jiuchongtian exists, the real Qi in the body is also limited.

When they are full of true Qi, they may have a thousand catties of strength and can be invincible among the ten thousand armies.

However, after attacking dozens or even dozens of moves with full load, their true Qi will be exhausted and their strength will not exist.

This is also the reason why Wulin experts are generally unwilling to compete with well-trained elite troops.

Among thousands of troops, no matter how powerful an expert is, it will be very dangerous.

An inadvertent siege is the result of being trapped and consumed.

Although he biweng is an acquired master of liuchongtian, he is far superior to song Qingshu in the amount of true Qi.

However, the internal mental skill of xuanming God's palm and the speed of restoring true Qi can't be compared with the magic skill of swallowing heaven?

Work hard, fail again, and run out three times.

The essence of xuanming divine palm is to attack the enemy with pure cold poison palm power. Each blow of Hebi Weng will carry a lot of Qi, which consumes much more than the sword technique of song Qingshu.

In addition, song Qingshu's heaven swallowing magic skill swallows the surrounding aura all the time to supplement their own consumption, almost always full of blue.

This fades and that fades. At first, the crane pen Weng can still rely on his vigorous skills to gain the upper hand.

But when he consumed more than half of his skill, his strength obviously decreased a lot.

What shocked and frightened him was that the breath of song Qingshu was still extremely uniform and stable, as if it had not been consumed at all.

He biweng felt that the three outlooks had collapsed. The boy who was only the one heaven realm the day after tomorrow actually dragged him down, the top expert of the six heaven realm?

This is a long life!

"No, this boy is too evil. We must make a quick decision!"

Turning aside to avoid the Zhenwu sword stabbed by song Qingshu, he biweng withdrew with a cold light in his eyes.

The next second, facing the Zhenwu sword, he biweng didn't continue to dodge.

He unexpectedly forced song Qingshu's Zhenwu sword into his left shoulder and clasped song Qingshu's sword wrist with his left hand.

The next second, he wielded the power of xuanming's palm in his right hand and cleaved away at Song Qingshu.

Abandon soldiers to protect the commander and lure the enemy into depth!

He biweng is worthy of being a ruthless old Jianghu. He is fighting to carry song Qingshu's sword and return song Qingshu's palm.

In his opinion, as long as song Qingshu's cold poison enters the body, the battle will be over.

The boy who can take this evil spirit won't lose a sword.

Unfortunately, he biweng imagined too much, but the fact is not what he thought.

Facing the mysterious palm power of the crane pen Weng, song Qingshu didn't have a panic expression on his face.

On the contrary, song Qingshu smiled.

That kind of smile is a sneer, a mocking smile!

Then, he biweng saw song Qingshu's left hand raised and Yunzhang blocked it towards his xuanming God's palm.

"Dying struggle!"

The crane pen Weng sneered. In terms of palm strength, except for the eighteen dragon subduing palms a hundred years ago, who were they afraid of?

Palm to palm, just die!

Boom!

The palms collided with each other, and the afterwave of the extremely cold palm power dissipated in an instant, covering the earth within a few feet with a layer of white frost.

"You... How did you get xuanming God's palm!"

On the face of the crane pen Weng, the shock color is hard to hide.

He even felt the xuanming palm power of the same origin and pulse in the palm of song Qingshu.

No, not just homologous.

Strictly speaking, the purity of the xuanming divine palm displayed by song Qingshu is even higher than that of the crane pen Weng.

Suddenly, the crane pen Weng was messy in the wind.

How is that possible!

Song Qingshu sneered: "go to the hell and ask Lord Yan!"

At this time, he biweng lost his mind because of extreme shock. At the same time, he hit the sword in his left arm and fell into absolute passivity in an instant.

Song Qingshu's powerful and unforgiving sword shot out and directly cut off the crane pen Weng's left arm shoulder to shoulder.

Ah!

With a scream, he biweng's mind was completely lost and his palm strength was weakened by more than half.

The next second, song Qingshu splits the dark palm power of Hebi Weng, and his five fingers are firmly buckled at the Dantian of Hebi Weng.

"Go to hell!"

Song Qingshu's eyes are full of domineering demons when he hunts in green shirts.

The heaven swallowing demon skill was fully displayed, and the crane pen Weng's six heaven skills poured into song Qingshu's body.

Devour... Refine

Devour... Refine

He biweng wanted to struggle, but his real Qi seemed to be out of control and couldn't be mobilized at all.

"You... What evil skill are you!"

He Bi Weng's eyes showed a deep panic. Before long, it turned into fear: "no, don't kill me!"

In Song Qingshu's eyes, there was no intolerance. Kindness to the enemy was cruelty to himself.

After swallowing all the pure skills of Hebi Weng, song Qingshu waved the Zhenwu sword horizontally, directly cut off his head and splashed blood three feet.

At this time, the three melon eating people on one side were stunned.

He biweng, one of the top experts in the Jianghu, was slaughtered in this way?

It's fantastic

For a long time, Jiang Wuchen took the lead in returning to his mind, with tears in his eyes.

"Third and fifth senior brothers, young leader, avenge you!"

"Wait a little longer. Before you die, you can see the old crane pen Weng paying for his life. I'm satisfied. I'll come down with you right away."

Looking at Jiang Wuchen who gave an account of his last words, song Qingshu turned his eyes helplessly.

It has to be said that these ancient people were all opera masters.

Why, are you addicted to playing a hero?

"Come and sit down," Song Qingshu waved to Jiang Wuchen, "I can solve the poison of xuanming God's palm."

Jiang Wuchen smiled miserably, "young leader, don't comfort me. My body, I know that cold poison has entered the heart pulse. Even if the immortal Luo comes, he can't save me. "

"Can you see your great power, young leader, and take..."

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Jiang Wuchen fell to the ground and a big bag came up in the back of his head. The rest of the words couldn't go on

Song Qingshu clapped his hands and looked impatient: "it's more wordy than Tang monk. There are so many people waiting for help in the town. How can you delay?"

"The immortal Luo can't save you. If the immortal Luo hears you say this, a thunder will blow your heart out."

Looking at his temper, even his own people beat the little leader.

The remaining two Wudang disciples felt a chill in the back of their heads and unconsciously stepped back, raising questions in their hearts.

Young leader, are you really from a famous and decent school