Chapter Thirty-Seven: This Sword Hides Good and Evil

Well?

Not good!

Song Shan was wondering why Wang Su had disappeared under his nose one moment, but the next moment his heart suddenly surged into his heart, and a threat of death came to his heart, instinctively forcing him to ......

Song Shan blinked again, heard a little movement behind him, and looked back, only to see Wang Su behind him with his back to him.

The sword was still in its sheath, and Wang Su maintained the same movements as before the "disappearance", without the slightest change.

Song Shan was still wondering how Wang Su's powerful sword could thunder and rain so little.

But he was in the blink of an eye.

A sharp pain was suddenly felt in his chest, and a wound stretched from his shoulder to his waist, and blood instantly gushed out like a water pump.

In the blink of an eye, all the leaves that had been fluttering in the air by the wind just now were cut in the middle, like birds with broken wings, all of them fell, and the leaves fell like rain.

Song Shan's wrists and ankles also opened flat wounds, and blood gushed out.

This sword is as sudden as spring rain, violent and more than summer, killing and winning the autumn wind, cold and despising the winter hail.

But only the blade of the sword was missing.

I don't see the sword edge, the sword edge is everywhere, this is the hidden edge.

Wang Su gasped, as soon as this sword came out, it was difficult for the summer cicada to sing, and it was difficult for the leaves to survive, which was not a small load on him.

This sword.

The first type, Zangfeng!

Song Shan was hit by a sword in his chest, his hands and feet were all broken, his body was paralyzed and weak, covered in blood, and he fell to the ground, although he was not dead, but he was hanging in one breath.

This can be regarded as Song Shan's good fate, just now he subconsciously dodged and barely avoided the vital point, otherwise he would not be as simple as a wound on his chest, but he was afraid that at this time, he could feel the world spinning, and finally fell to the ground, and he could still see his standing body.

The fate of the head in a different place.

Wang Su pulled out his abacus, gasped, and walked towards Song Shan, ready to give the other party a break, so as to tick off the ink on the account book.

His state at this time is not very good, using the first move of this sword technique, almost about to drain the true qi in his dantian, the consequence is that the true qi in the body is disordered at this time, although it is not a big deal, sitting down and exercising pranayama can be resolved for a while, but at the moment, how can there be this time for pranayama, catch and kill Song Shanis.

What's more, he is uncomfortable, Song Shan is even more uncomfortable, hanging in one breath, he is already a wasted person, he can only lie on the ground and wait for death, he can't get up, he can't run.

Wang Su's eyes were cold, and the tip of the abacus sword in his left hand was against the left side of Song Shan's back, where he was in his heart.

Song Shan knew that he was going to die, he was a little crazy, laughed, his mouth was full of blood, and he was angry before he died.

"Kill! Kill me! ”

Wang Su interrupted him and said, "You deserve to die, and there will be more hope for less wicked people like you in this world." When you get to the underworld, don't complain! ”

Seeing that the abacus was about to pierce Song Shan's back and penetrate his heart, at this time, an angry roar sounded in the mountains and forests: "Thief dares?!" ”

In this roar, the anger was monstrous, and there was a majestic true qi, which shocked Wang Su a little deaf.

When Song Shan heard this voice, there was surprise in his eyes and he laughed.

Wang Su was startled, he had already guessed who the person was, and immediately made a decision, stabbing a sword, Song Shan laughed, snorted, and his head fell to the ground weakly, his eyes were no longer bright, and he saw that he was lifeless.

The young pavilion master of Tianwu Pavilion, Song Shan, and the head of the owl.

killed Song Shan, but Wang Su was not at all relaxed at this time, and he couldn't take care of the habits between them.

Thirty-six plans are the upper plan, and it is better to go first at this time.

A roar from afar was enough for Wang Su to understand the gap between the two. Not to mention that just now, in order to achieve a quick victory, he used the swordsmanship that he usually used as a killing move, which led to the disorder of his true qi at this time, and his martial arts were two or three, even if he recuperated and fought against it intact, it may not be an enemy.

The owner of that voice seemed to have an amazingly strong perception, and from such a distance, he also sensed that Song Shan was lifeless.

"Ahh

Another roar resounded through the mountains and forests, and all the birds and beasts in the forest were scurrying in all directions, not daring to stay, obviously greatly frightened.

Hearing this roar, Wang Su frowned, and even more did not dare to delay, endured his physical discomfort, and left the place with light skills, leaving only Song Shan's eyes full of blood, and he fell to the ground without business. His body was scarred, as if the innocent people he had killed had turned into ghosts and gnawed at his flesh.

Among them, there is the daughter of the poor old grandson......

After Wang Su left, it didn't take long for a figure to appear like a ghost, flashing and kneeling in front of Song Shan's corpse.

This man's black hair is interspersed with a few silver strands, his cheekbones are high and his cheeks are sunken, and he looks a little powerful, but more of it makes people feel mean.

He was dressed in brocade clothes and was very neat, regardless of Song Shan's blood stains on his body, he helped him up, looked at the wound on his chest, and almost fainted.

His hand trembled and touched Song Shan's face, wanting to probe his snort, but as soon as he touched it, it was like touching red-hot iron, and he shrank back all of a sudden, and for a moment sadness surged out, and old tears were all over the place, tightly protecting Song Shan's already cold body.

"Shan'er!"

This person is not an outsider, it is the contemporary pavilion master of Tianwu Pavilion, Song Shan's father, and Song Tianxing who is already in the Vajra Realm.

Song Tianxing was like Song Shan when he was young, and he was also an unruly gentleman, but after they got married, the husband and wife were in love. Who would have wanted to send a wife to die early, leaving only Song Shan as an only son, Song Tianxing is naturally pampered, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is doting, everything that Song Shan wants, he will do his best to satisfy, one is the love for the only son, and the other is the guilt of the wife.

Now holding the bones of his only son, Song Tianxing, the earth emperor on the boundary of Yongzhou, no longer has the majesty of others, and some are just the sadness of the white-haired people sending the black-haired people.

When his wife died of illness on the bed, he held his hand and entrusted his fashionable and young Song Shan to him, but now he ......

There was a noise in the woods, and Fang Lechi gasped and rushed over.

"Pavilion Master." He saw Song Tianxing, first called him, and then saw Song Shan who was paralyzed in Song Tianxing's arms, seemed to understand something, and said with self-reproach, "It's my poor protection that caused the young pavilion master to ......."

"Orchestra pit."

Song Tianxing called the name of Fang Lechi, and did not blame him, after all, Song Shan's plan also had his own nod, and he had a very good personal relationship with Fang Lechi, and Fang Lechi also regarded Song Shan as his own nephew.

"Yes." The corners of Fang Lechi's eyes were also slightly filled with tears, he wiped them away, knelt on one knee, and replied with his fists clenched.

"Take care of the good children." Song Tianxing handed over Song Shan's body to Fang Lechi, stood up, and his sadness was swept away, and his whole body was full of the trend of looking at the world.

"I'm going to kill someone!"