Song Jinghong stepped on an old wooden branch, swaying, this small space was wrapped in the mist all around, hanging high around like a curtain, but it was not clear to see outside, faintly,

Just now he was flying in front of him, and he did pass by a woman at the intersection, but now in retrospect, even the woman must have come to stop the master, he was a little worried, and only hoped that Chu was surprised that the kid could protect Song Ci's safety, and when he remembered the careless appearance of the kid who didn't take anything to heart, he felt that the kid was very unreliable, but the two of Gao Fei and the Southern Dynasty would really listen to the kid's shouting, especially the Southern Dynasty had a very strange personality, which also surprised him, I don't know what happened to that kid Chu Jingjue,

He was so dazed, a black shadow on his head was full of feet and the size of a volley had already fallen into the sky.

Song Jinghong still didn't look up, but the long sword in his hand slashed over, and a white light accompanied by a wind roar, and the black object that fell in the middle of his head had already been blown into countless pieces by a sword, and fell into this pond.

Although Song Jinghong's swordsmanship is not complicated, but it can be sent and received freely, can it be compared to He Taifu's swordsmanship, now the old gentleman has made an ancient time, and I don't know how to compare,

Look at the things that fell in the pond around me, but it was black mud, black, like water after better as if it was glued in the water, and those black mud actually gathered into a big pool, moving slowly,

This ground has already been made into a small pond by the water armor corpse, and the water surface is not shallow, and the black mud falling into the water is even more ploppy.

The water armor corpse standing opposite is now more transparent, a fierce man has already plunged into the water, and he can no longer feel half a figure, and the earth armor corpse who is still holding a strange gesture with both hands has stopped spewing black mud, but the movements in his hands are non-stop,

All of a sudden, this small pond can become muddy.

Song Jinghong stared at the earth armor corpse general, and really couldn't understand how these things were going to behave, but it made him very annoyed, so procrastinating, this would be even more impossible to find the figure of the water armor corpse general, I don't know what other means the other party has, but the corpse general is really solid, and the sword just now didn't hurt him in the slightest.

The swordsmanship he cultivated was obtained from the wind martial spirit, as the name suggests, the kamikaze swordsmanship, the wind is coming, the sword is coming, and the sword in his hand can also make the two Han Guo and the others particularly fearful, but now they are facing the legendary puppet corpse armor technique, and they are inseparable for a while.

The left fist was secretly clenched, and a gust of wind was already blowing, and the falling raindrops made the explosion sound of the wind blowing endlessly.

He himself is a storm, and this wind is blowing his own body and sprinting forward, he holds a sword in one hand, and the blade is a treasure of light, and the earth armor corpse on the opposite side is also deep in the water mist curtain, but under that thing is a solid stone,

You have to rush out of this curtain quickly, otherwise it will be very detrimental to his body in the depths.

A burst of light flew on the sword, and it was already slashing towards the rain curtain in front of him,

He stepped on the dead wood with both feet, like an old fisherman stepping on the river, and the figure rushed forward very fast, the sword slashed out, but there was no sound, and flew out of the rain curtain, and the half of the mountainside was cut straight away, and for a while, the half of the mountain forest was also slashed by the power of the sword.

The rain curtain didn't change much, but it was three breaths away, and according to his usual speed, it would have already galloped more than a hundred feet, but when he looked up, the earth armor corpse crouching on the ground was still in front of him.

He glanced back, although it was a little vague, but he was surprised to find that the original scene behind him had changed greatly, and he would have long lost the figure of Song Ci.

Turning over and striding up, the dead wood under his feet seemed to be stuck to his feet, and wherever the figure came, the dead wood also galloped in.

He galloped hard for a while, and found that he couldn't run out of the rain curtain for a long time.

But in the eyes of Song Ci in the distance, the huge space that seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black yarn actually ran back and forth, and the rain curtain that rose up to the sky actually ran back and forth, which made her feel funny for a while, but she just sat in Ma Shan and looked at it distractedly, and didn't pay attention to the extremely tall figure standing in the northeast direction of her.

Song Jinghong let out a breath of true anger, stopped, smiled slightly, and knew in his heart, the method of that water armor corpse general was indeed clever, and he actually trapped himself in this rain curtain, and this rain curtain around him was able to follow his body to move extremely fast, of course he Song Jinghong's own body was clear, but this thing was able to keep up with himself, which also made him look high,

I exhaled, but I dispelled the idea of escaping from this barrier in my heart, it seems that only by defeating the water armor corpse can I get rid of the rain curtain that trapped me.

Just when he was trying to figure it out, the huge pond under his feet suddenly changed, and the two water pillars rose to the sky, and they spun in the air and rushed straight to Song Jinghong, who was standing on the dead wood to stabilize his figure.

This small world has already become a pond, if it weren't for stepping on the dead wood, there would indeed be no place to put his feet around, and Song Jinghong didn't want to pull up his whole body.

The stout dead tree under his feet immediately turned into powder, but the wind whirlwind on his face disappeared, and he turned around and fell on the surface of the water with the air twisted, and his true qi was condensed under his feet, and there were two small winds whirling below, this time to stabilize his body and not fall into the water,

The long sword in his hand slashed at random, but the two water columns that followed followed it seemed to be deliberately controlled, and they exploded down like two big fists.

The sword qi slashed on the water column was only blocked for a moment, but the water column that cut the sword qi in two could be reunited in the air, but the momentum of the bombardment was unabated.

In this rain curtain, the killing machine is abrupt, and even the drops of water that fall down have become more urgent.

Song Jinghong's body galloped backwards and flew out, the place where he was standing just now splashed with the water beads, and when he just stabilized his body, the black mud behind him was condensed with teeth and claws to become a python, and it hit the back of his heart.

All of a sudden, danger abounded,

Originally, stepping on the water was greatly reduced, and the head of the python made of the black mud that rushed from behind was extremely fast, and Song Jinghong was also a little in a hurry.

Between such electric sparks and flints, I couldn't dodge, and the back of my body was already bumped into the black mud, and my body trembled violently, and the black mud became a big python-like thing, and if I wanted to change to someone else, I would have already been hit by the broken bones.

The black mud is more than ten meters long, but the thickness is the thickness of an adult's hug, although it is made of black mud, but it is very strong.

Song Jinghong was not confused, but a big wind came out of his heart, and the black mud hit it and scattered the strong wind layer by layer, and the water surface was full of black water.

Song Jinghong released his natal martial soul at this critical juncture, he is a storm martial spirit, and his body can become a whirlwind, if it weren't for this, he would have been seriously injured by the impact of his back body.

Taking advantage of this gap, the figure had already dodged to the side, but the two water columns rushing in front of him were banging again.

The mud that was originally cut by the wind whirlwind will naturally merge into a black python, and the big tail will fall into the depths of the pool.

Only then did he stand still, he felt a trace of fluctuation, and his body hurriedly rose up, and the column of water under his feet rose to the sky, just when his body flew into the air, he saw clearly, a hideous human face under the water surface was exposed, his face did not become lighter, his eyes were empty, he just raised his head and stared at himself coldly,

Song Jinghong stabbed with a sword, but a sword aura instantly hit the man's face, but it only brought a splash sound.

He sighed in his heart, his body was already flying in the spur, and he changed his true breath again,

But the mist in the air has become thicker again, and when I look forward, I can see that it is already obscured by the mist, and it is also white in all directions.

Song Jinghong was very resentful for no reason, he originally heard this thing from a Taoist when he was young, and he was indeed very puzzled at the beginning that the simple human skin was so strong, and it was even the long sword in his hand that flew up, but at that time, it was just a story to listen to, and naturally he would not think about it later,

But this puppet corpse armor technique actually met himself in Qingzhou, it is indeed a haunting and exhausting spirit, just this small kung fu has already made himself call two mouthfuls of true qi in a row, and he has never seen the main master hidden in the shadows, it is really a little embarrassed, he has been calm all the way since he came out of the school, and he has never encountered any waves, and he knows that his martial arts cultivation is just the former head of the Sword Saint Gate He Tai Idiot, in the words of He Tai Idiot, you Song Jinghong is just the three or five years of martial arts has made great progress, as for the opportunity, you don't say, the little old man can also guess a thing or two。

At this time, Song Jinghong smiled miserably, now he is in danger, one of the two can spray water, and make such a barrier out, even if he is already a little martial arts master now, this is martial arts through Xuan Xiu, looking at the world, there are very few martial artists of this level, but they have been entangled with a few dead corpses for a while, and they are amazingly unable to get out, let alone the odds of winning, this kind of thing is useless even if the head is cut off, that thing can still continue to rush and kill, what you want is to find the main master hidden in the shadows, cut off the connection of the breath, this is the way to get out,

The one who controls water is very powerful is called the water armor corpse general, but it's just a face to face with himself, and the skin of the King Kong body bone is even his own long sword, and the other one who controls the black mud is the earth armor, not counting the one who has been standing outside and can't rush in.

At the moment, he has already bothered a lot just by entangled with this water armor and earth armor, and the combined combat power of these two things is probably not weaker than that of the red-robed eunuch and the old man Han Li, and it is much stronger.

This mist is much more abundant at this time, the eyes are full of white mist, and the sight in front of him is even more difficult to see, Song Jinghong is holding the long sword in his hand, but the five roots and six senses are more agile,

In terms of qi, he couldn't feel the breath of the two things on the other side, because that thing was a dead thing, maybe it had been dead for many years, why couldn't he feel half of it, but he didn't know why, just because of this Qimen thaumaturgy, he couldn't figure it out,

And the feet were originally just the surface of the water, but at this time there was a change, the water surface disappeared, replaced by a swamp, his feet even sank down, his feet only felt soft, but even more wet, the whole ground suddenly turned into mud, but the mist in the air was not reduced at all,

In this way, a few people who can't breathe themselves will fall into the mud on the ground, and then they will become like targets, let the corpse armor swing wantonly, and how to avoid the attack when they are deep in the mud?

Thinking about it like this, the whirlwind on his feet became heavier, and even the mud around him was also spun by the stepping, and each of them splashed his black mud, he had already given up the Zeng True Qi Body, and the mud would naturally fly to his body.

Now the few things he is facing are considered to be the strong enemies he has never seen in his life, and he feels even more unhappy in his heart, which has lasted for a long time, and he has been beaten, but he can't find where the other party's figure is hidden, and even the water armor corpse will be gone.

He just didn't know what it would be like if he gave the big corpse who had been standing still outside to join in, he could be regarded as in a bitter battle today, and he had been passively beaten, but it made him jump a little.

It is indeed unbelievable to be able to release so much with a single cultivation, like the amount of water in a small pond, and the water in that pond will disappear, and the atmosphere in this rain curtain is even more treacherous.

But just as he was thinking hard about how to retreat from the enemy, a column of water appeared in the sky that was much larger than before, and the water armor corpse with a pair of big eyes in the column of water was wrapped in it.

The oblique stab rushed over, and it caused a burst of water mist in the air.

Now it has become a swampy ground, bubbling from time to time, a dark and swarthy ground, undulating, as if breathing,

He was just about to move his feet, but the black mud actually attached to his legs and attacked, as if he was going to pull himself into the mud, no matter how hard he tried under his feet, he couldn't break free.

At this moment, he felt the breath of Chu Jingjue, and it could be judged from the sense of qi that the kid was more than ten zhang away from his southwest corner at this time, and the rain curtain here followed the movement of the martial artist who was caught in it, but it could not limit the qi of the martial artist, but it made him have an idea in his heart,

Ignoring the water armor corpse that rushed over, and ignoring the mud that couldn't help pulling his body, he calmed down, clenched his hands, and wrapped his whole body in the strong wind.

Chu, who had just turned around from the intersection, looked blankly at a huge pillar in the distance that showed a black fog, and looked at it from a distance, it seemed to be wrapped in a waterfall, but it was black.

Under the sun shining in this afternoon, it is particularly eye-catching,

As soon as he appeared, he saw Song Ci, who was sitting on the horse and was a little bored, and called, "Song Ci, where did your little Master Song go?"

He asked this sentence, but the tall and mighty back that he was standing a few feet away turned around, his eyes were hollow, and there was a sense of killing intent all over his body, and in Chu Jingjue's eyes, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Song Cinu pursed his mouth and pointed his finger at the rain curtain in the distance, "What about there, who knows how to go in and not come out for a long time, it won't be dead." ”。

Chu was shocked and panicked, looking at the tall guy in the distance, glaring at him fiercely, as if he was targeting a beast,

He was just about to take a step, but a voice came from the bottom of his heart......