The situation is becoming more and more critical, and Song Ming frowned and didn't know what to do.

Even Song Ming, who has lived for thousands of years, doesn't know what to do in the face of this moment's lack of strength.

Xingtian's steps slowly walked towards Song Ming, and the corner of his mouth sneered, "I didn't expect that the dignified Immortal Venerable would also be afraid?" Will also run away like a dog? It's not like yours. ”

Xingtian said this, but it poked Song Ming's sore spot, and Song Ming stood in place and looked directly at Xingtian.

Song Ming has never lacked guts, and what he lacks now is the strength to confront Xingtian.

If you don't have enough strength, no amount of courage will be good.

Song Ming clenched his fists and looked at Xingtian's fist about to smash into him.

Suddenly, a meteor appeared in the sky, and this meteor slammed and smashed in front of Song Ming.

Xing Tian was stunned for a moment, and Song Ming was also stunned for a moment.

"This is..."Song Ming looked at the meteor and revealed its true face.

It was a knife, and this knife was stuck in the ground, as if it felt the presence of its master, and it slowly trembled.

Bursts of afterimages came from the blade, as if they couldn't bear it and were about to pull out of the soil by themselves.

"Song Xianzun."

A strange voice came down from a long distance, and I saw an old man on the peak of Tianchi Mountain holding a wine gourd and gulping it down, and wiped the wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth, smiling and groaning.

Song Ming raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man on the mountain peak, and immediately scolded, "Old drunkard!" ”

Song Ming didn't expect the old drunkard to come here, this thing was beyond Song Ming's expectations.

This old drunkard is one of the two old immortals on Yingzhou, who specializes in guarding the land of Yingzhou and guiding the people who ascend.

"And then." The old drunkard threw the wine gourd in his hand down like a dart, and Song Ming raised his hand to take it.

Then he poured it into his mouth in a big gulp, and the wine was as sweet and delicious as a sweet spring.

There was not a trace of spiciness, but every time Song Ming took a sip, a powerful and incomparably powerful force erupted from his body.

"Who are you?!" Xingtian was also slightly stunned in the face of this sudden change, jumped up directly, and floated in the air staring at the old drunkard.

The old drunkard glanced at Xingtian, smashed his mouth, and said, "The little demon clan still dares to be presumptuous here?" ”

Xingtian was very angry, but this old man seemed to have a strong strength, so Xingtian said, "How come I have never seen you in the immortal world?" Xing Tian glared at the old drunkard, expecting the old drunkard to give him some answers, Xing Tian thought about it, and if he knew Song Ming, he must at least have the strength of the Yingjie realm, but this old man couldn't see his realm at all.

"I don't live in the fairy world, you can see that I have ghosts." The old drunkard smashed his mouth, and scolded Song Ming in dissatisfaction, "Baby, how much have you drunk me, hurry up and return it to me, my dragon and phoenix liver brew is very expensive!" ”

Song Ming poured it for a long time before throwing the wine gourd back to the old drunkard, the old drunkard took back the wine gourd, and glanced at Xingtian with his hands behind his back, "Song Xianzun is still waiting for you." ”

Xing Tian looked down and saw that Song Ming on the ground was staring at him, so he snorted coldly and returned to the ground.

Song Ming felt that his body was full of strength, and the aura and injuries he had consumed before had recovered.

I even feel like I've broken through to another level.

Breakthrough, fearless.

"How are you?!" Xing Tian glanced at Song Ming and said with some surprise, after all, Song Ming was still in a dying state just now, and in the blink of an eye, he recovered his strength, and even improved to a realm.

"Now, the real battle has just begun." Song Ming strode forward, pulled up the knife stuck in the ground, and then looked directly at Xingtian.

The knife in Song Ming's hand looked plain, and there were even cracks one after another on the knife, like a worn Tang knife.

There was also a mane of white hair on the hilt, and a knife that looked plain exuded endless killing intent in Song Ming's hand.

Xing Tian was also stunned for a moment when he saw this knife, his brows furrowed, and he began to feel a little nervous in his heart.

Why are you nervous? At the beginning, Song Ming used this knife to slaughter more than a million demons, and the shadow of this god-killing god had already been engraved in Xingtian's brain like a brand.

"Bastard, don't underestimate me!"

After Xing Tian shouted angrily, he grabbed the void in his hand and directly pulled out an axe.

This axe is engraved with many strange patterns, and the cold air emitted is overwhelming.

This weapon was also the weapon of the duel between Xingtian and the previous generation of Immortal Venerables, and it was also one of the famous treasures.

Song Ming straightened his hand, clenched the knife in his hand, rushed to Xingtian with an arrow, and stabbed according to the façade of Xingtian.

Xingtian raised his axe to block the knife cut down by Song Ming, and there was a loud clang.

A huge whirlwind was set off around the two, and the surface of Tianchi Lake set off a monstrous wave.

The surrounding sand and rocks were flying, and the trees were blown up and uprooted.

Song Ming and Xingtian gritted their teeth and released their abilities to the maximum.

Two powerful auras collided together, Long Aotian and they were seriously injured, and they were almost blown away by this aura, but the old drunkard was not an impersonal immortal, so he spit out a sip of wine from the top of the mountain, and this sip of wine seemed to have its own magic power, surrounding Long Aotian and the others in a circle, and then this strong aura disappeared, and then brought them a very comfortable environment.

The wounds on his body and his physical strength are fully recovered.

"What's the matter, this is ....." Niu Bao rubbed his head and slowly hunched over and stood up, while muttering, "Is this the underworld?" ”

Even the Hetian Tiger, who was in a coma and seriously injured, slowly opened his eyes and said, "Am I dead?" ”

Instead, Long Aotian sat down cross-legged and said, "We didn't die, that kid and the master above saved us." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Song Ming with a complicated expression, and at the same time, Li Jinglin also bowed and sat down cross-legged and said, "I'll just say that Mr. Song's martial arts are world-famous, and it is not enough to deal with this little Xingtian." ”

Mo Luoyan, Fang Zhanfeng, Mao Xiaofang, and Hou Dongsheng woke up one after another, all watching the battle between Song Ming and Xingtian intently.

After Song Ming raised the knife, he slashed it with a continuous heavy blow according to the axe of Xingtian.

Sonorous.

The axe in Xingtian's hand actually cracked, and the worn-out knife in Song Ming's hand was still intact, and Xingtian also took several steps back because of Song Ming's few blows.

Song Ming's eyes were vicious, staring at Xingtian Dao, "Say, who sent you here?" ”

Xing Tian knew that Song Ming was getting better now, not to mention improving his strength, the knife that he used to fight with him was also here, and this doppelganger alone could not confront Song Ming.

"I can come if I want, it has nothing to do with you!"

Xing Tian shouted angrily and rushed forward again with an axe.