Beiluo Xing, deep in the ocean, in a huge undersea palace, the angry Song Yan looked at the disciple who came to report with monstrous hatred in his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis is where the Beilin sect is located. Song Qing and Song Lan were Song Yan's only two sons, and when they heard that they were both killed, Song Yan trembled uncontrollably.

"You said that the person's name is Zhang Shaotong?" He asked, squeezing a hoarse voice out between his teeth.

"Back to the sect master, that person claims to be Zhang Shaotong, he doesn't seem to be a local, and he looks very young." The disciple replied tremblingly.

"You said he was in the Miluo Sect?" Song Yan forcibly suppressed the monstrous anger and asked again.

"Back to the sect master, this time in the Miluo Sect, he came out of the Miluo Sect and killed the two young sect masters."

Song Yan was even more angry in silence, and said with horizontal eyebrows: "The old man will go to meet this Zhang Shaotong!" As he spoke, he vanished from the spot.

In the sky high in front of the Miluo Sect Mountain Gate, a figure twisted and condensed, and this person was Song Yan.

With endless anger burning in his eyes, he looked down at the destroyed mountain gate of the Miluo Sect, and a burst of divine thoughts came out like a wave of sound: "The people of the Miluo Sect listen to me!" Hand over Zhang Shaotong, and I won't worry about the people in your sect today! If not, the old man will destroy all of you! ”

Zhang Shaotong meditated in the small building, and the moment he heard this divine thought, he opened his eyes, and there was a dull color in his eyes, and his body disappeared from the spot in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already above the mountain gate of Miluo Sect.

The thunderclouds on the horizon were still condensing, rolling out patches of lightning from time to time, bringing bursts of muffled thunder.

Song Yan saw a tall white-clothed figure in front of him, and he looked at himself indifferently, and the hatred in his eyes instantly boiled: "You, is Zhang Shaotong?" This sentence was full of anger.

"Exactly."

"Why did you kill my second son?"

Zhang Shaotong lowered his head, brushed his sleeves casually, and said flatly: "They were not killed by me." ”

"You didn't kill it? Ha ha! Hahaha! Then you say, who killed him? ”

Zhang Shaotong raised his head again, looked at Song Yan calmly, and said four words: "No comment." ”

"Joke! The hundreds of disciples in my sect have seen with their own eyes that you killed my second son, and the old man wants you to pay for your life today! As he spoke, a slender golden sword appeared in his hand, and when this small sword appeared, the surrounding vision was distorted, exuding an endless fierce sword intent.

"Dao Xuan Realm ......" Zhang Shaotong muttered to himself, but there was no movement in his hands.

This move fell in Song Yan's eyes, and his anger was even worse: "Little rabbit cub, it's really rampant!" Look at the sword! As he spoke, the golden sword in his hand disappeared instantly, and when it appeared, it was already close to Zhang Shaotong's chest.

Zhang Shaotong's eyes flashed coldly, disappeared from the place, and was replaced by a white sword qi that collided with the golden sword, this sword qi and the small sword collided, the small sword was castrated, and suddenly burst out of the sky-high sword qi, bombarding the white sword qi, but the white sword qi was still stubbornly resisting the golden little sword, and did not move half a minute at all, from the white sword qi, there was a majestic force that slowly dispersed, this majestic power seemed to be extremely calm and stable, faintly making people feel unshakable.

Zhang Shaotong's figure condensed from above, his head lowered, and his eyes lowered to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan's eyes widened, the root of his teeth was bitten, and under the pinching of his hand, the golden little sword turned in a direction, and rushed towards Zhang Shaotong diagonally, and around the small sword, a sword qi that was more powerful than Fang Cai was ignited, and this sword qi blew the surrounding air with the sound of breaking through the sky, and a gust of strong wind blew towards Zhang Shaotong, blowing his robe suddenly flying, making a snapping sound.

However, Zhang Shaotong disappeared out of thin air, and what greeted the golden little sword was a white sword aura, which was still majestic and tranquil, with an unshakable and powerful meaning.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, and punched a rune in front of him, when the rune flew into the air, it fused with this blood, and gradually turned into a huge mountain of golden spirit array, this mountain suddenly flew forward, and when it flew to one place, it emitted three rays of light, and Zhang Shaotong's figure appeared from below the mountain of the spirit array, and when it appeared, it was covered by the mountain of the spirit array.

In an instant, a devastating oppressive force struck Zhang Shaotong's whole body, Zhang Shaotong had a cold color in his eyes, his hand flipped over, and a small golden mirror appeared in his palm, and when this golden small mirror appeared, it continued to fly towards the mountain of the spiritual array above his head, and grew infinitely in the air, and the destructive oppressive force that fell from the mountain of the spiritual array suddenly struck, and rolled up towards the mountain of the spiritual array in unison, and the infinitely extended shadow of the dismantling realm had not yet touched the mountain of the spiritual array, and all the oppressive forces had already returned to the mountain of the spiritual array. With a dazzling flash of light, the Spirit Array Mountain collapsed and disintegrated.

Zhang Shaotong's eyes were calm, he put the shadow of the Demolition Realm in his hand, and looked at Song Yan coldly: "You can't kill me, you better go back." ”

"The shaft is too rampant! Today is either you die or I die! The Spirit Array Mountain was destroyed, and there was a huge shock in Song Yan's chest, and he held his chest and let out a shocking roar.

Then, the phantom of a great sword appeared behind him, which was transformed by his natal supernatural powers.

When the phantom of this big sword appeared, the surroundings were dark, and the four thunderstorms in the air were connected in an instant, and a shocking sound broke out, scattering in all directions.

Silently, the phantom of the big sword flew towards Zhang Shaotong.

Zhang Shaotong did not disappear from the spot this time, but there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes, his palm was held in mid-air, and a vertical space distortion appeared on it, but it was formless, colorless and substantial, it was a sword qi that existed and was in the void, and he could only see a distorted ripple, but he could not see its essence.

With the advent of the Great Sword Phantom transformed by Song Yan's natal supernatural powers, Zhang Shaotong swung the invisible sword qi in his hand and headed towards the blade of the Great Sword Phantom Shadow.

Only a dull and grand sound like the sky bursting, Song Yan barely saw any substantial attack, but he felt a sharp pain like tearing in his heart, leaned forward, and spurted blood from his mouth.

I saw that a crack appeared on the phantom of the big sword, and in an instant, many cracks extended from this rift, and in an instant, the entire phantom of the great sword was covered.

In his mind, the clicking sound continued, and it didn't take long for the phantom of the big sword to shatter and dissipate with the wind.

A downpour fell in an instant, and a hazy splash appeared around Zhang Shaotong's figure standing in the wind.

"I really can't kill you, today, you will kill the old man!" Song Yan held his chest and knelt in the air.

"I don't want to care about you and Miluo Sect, your son was not killed by me, but if you want to ask me who killed me, I can't tell you, I don't want to kill you, you go back!" Within five years, don't come to Miluo Sect, after five years, do your own thing! ”

Song Yan's heart trembled, gritted his teeth, dragged his heavy body, struggled to turn around, and stumbled towards the way he came. (To be continued.) )