The Spirit Sword Rune, even among the first-level Spirit Runes, is the most common one.

Its power is not strong, its speed is not fast, and its explosive power is extremely poor, so in ordinary battles, no one is willing to use it even if it is the lowest cultivation level.

And when it comes to advantages, it's not completely absent.

That is, the threshold for casting is extremely low.

As long as you use the power of yin and yang to pull a little, and then recite the mantra, you can cast it.

Therefore, when he was almost running out of oil and running out, Song Ziyang subconsciously took out this spirit sword talisman and cast it.

At that moment, he didn't think too much about it, just acted on instinct.

Fight to the death, all the means that can be used are no longer retained!

Even if it's a first-level spirit rune!

But he didn't expect that the final fatal blow was actually this scumbag spirit sword talisman that could no longer be scum!

He watched the three-foot green peak turned by this talisman into the heart of Gao Yangli, and sank straight into the ground, watching the blood spill out along his body, and finally let out a long breath.

Lying on the ground, as if collapsed, his whole body could no longer move.

The feeling of exhaustion came like a tidal wave, so that he could barely open his eyes and wanted to fall asleep.

But with his strong willpower, he gritted his teeth and persevered, kept himself awake, and began to operate the six-character secret method of dragon hunting and cave exploration little by little.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, and after burning his blood, being unconscious meant that he might never wake up.

At this time, the Yin-Yang Mirror finally converged the golden light and returned to his sea of consciousness, waiting for the warmth of the power of Yin and Yang.

......

Gao Yangli is not completely dead.

The long sword he turned into by the spirit sword talisman was nailed to the ground, and the body of the sword pierced through the heart.

He could feel his blood flowing, he could feel his life slowly passing.

But he didn't feel the pain when the pain struck.

In one of his hearts, only fear and despair remained.

He really couldn't imagine that he finally died in the hands of this young man who had just stepped into the mountain moving realm, and the most infuriating thing was that he died under this most ordinary first-level spirit rune spirit sword rune.

In normal times, such an attack would have been able to annihilate it at his fingertips.

But at the moment before, facing the three-foot Qingfeng that was flying slowly, his body fell into stiffness, and he couldn't resist, so he could only watch it and pierce his body little by little.

He was unwilling, he was angry, he was screaming, he was desperate.

Why?

This kid's most powerful attack, the life-and-death fight of overdrawing his life and burning essence and blood, he has obviously resisted it, that strange ancient mirror, the purple flame that burned the eight desolations, he is about to succeed, why would this damn boy still cast such a scum-like first-level spirit rune?

He was puzzled.

I don't understand.

In the end, he was unwilling, angry, silent, and desperate...... Death in humiliation.

The blood was gurgling, melting a little ice, and soon a pool of blood formed under him, which looked like a delicate peony flower from a distance.

Bright red as fire.

Li Shaobai, who was frantically attacking on the side, and the monk who was moving the mountain fivefold, both subconsciously stopped the spirit runes and secret techniques in their hands at this moment and looked over here.

When they saw Song Ziyang's hole cards played, fought to the death, suppressed Gao Yangli, and finally killed, both of them were stunned.

Especially the monk who moved the mountains five times, he couldn't have imagined that the five elders who could rank in the top five or even the top three in the family would die like this!

He was pierced through the heart by a first-level spirit rune spirit sword rune and died.

He couldn't believe his eyes, and he stood there dumbfounded, his brain almost losing the ability to think on his own, and it went blank.

"Hallucination, it must be an illusion!"

He muttered to himself.

After a long time, he pinched his thigh hard, and a piercing pain hit him, making him understand that he was living in a real world.

But he still couldn't believe it.

The Fifth Elder Gao Yangli, who had always believed in and worshipped, was killed one-on-one by that young man in this way.

It's a decent battle, and there's nothing tricked about each other.

How could that guy who looked sick and weak have such terrifying strength?

He looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, he has been cultivating since his mother's womb, and how much real strength can he have now?

Incredible!

It's incredible!

And after the shock and disbelief, his heart swelled up with more trepidation.

This matter must be told to the three elders as soon as possible, and let the three elders bring people to take revenge!

At the thought of this, he turned and was about to flee.

But when he saw Song Ziyang lying motionless on the ground, he changed his attention.

He also saw that this young man directly burned his essence and blood, and used it to fight hard, and now he must be in a state of exhaustion and let others slaughter.

Well, revenge!

As long as he kills him, avenges the five elders, and takes away the Naxu ring from this kid, he will be able to snatch the miraculous treasure, and after finding the three elders, he will definitely get another reward!

Kill three birds with one stone!

His gaze was full of murderous intent in an instant.

Anger rises from the heart, and evil grows to the guts.

turned around and rushed towards Song Ziyang.

Seeing this, Li Shaobai suddenly woke up from the shock, hurriedly waved the goose feather fan in his hand, and used a secret technique to intercept it.

He also knew that Song Ziyang was not lightly injured at the moment, he must be recovering, and he was powerless to fight back at all, where could he let this guy interfere?

The man didn't dare to resist and ignore Li Shaobai's attack, so he had no choice but to turn around and face the battle.

The two fought again.

Both of them were good at defense, and the means of attack were not strong enough to break the balance, and the scene was deadlocked again for a while.

After a long battle, this five-fold monk who moved the mountain realm couldn't help but start to be impatient in his heart.

Because he didn't know how long Song Ziyang would be able to recover.

If you delay for too long, after waiting for Song Ziyang to recover, you will definitely die-

Even the Fifth Elder, whose strength was so terrifying, finally died in the hands of this young man, how long could he last?

The five-fold monk who moved mountains thought so, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Roar!"

He shouted loudly, and a cluster of burning flames suddenly appeared around his body, and his momentum increased wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it soared to about the Eight Heavens of Moving Mountains.

Burn the essence of blood!

At this moment, he also performed the secret technique of burning essence blood, wanting to quickly resolve the battle.

After his cultivation was improved, his strength naturally more than doubled, and he waved his hands and played one seal after another, unleashing the ancestral secret techniques of the Gaoyang family.

Secret technique, jackdaw!

In an instant, thousands of jackdaw phantoms flew out of his body, and one by one they seemed to make a silent chirp, and frantically pounced towards Li Shaobai.

At the same time, the two terrifying sea monsters also waved their forks and attacked Li Shaobai.

An attack of this level was already close to the strongest blow of the peak monk of the mountain.

Li Shaobai didn't dare to slack off, and desperately poured the power of yin and yang into the Eastern Emperor Bell to completely activate it.

Boom!

In an instant, a dull bell rang, echoing around and spreading far away.

On the surface of the huge Eastern Emperor Bell, the countless mysterious runes all lit up with dazzling light, posing as a desperate defensive posture.

And this monk who moved the Five Heavens of the Mountain Realm flashed a cunning look in his eyes.

The next moment, he turned around and pounced towards Song Ziyang.

What burst out of the body was endless killing intent.