Impermanence, who was forced to retreat by Song Xing's sword, finally had a trace of solemnity in his crazy expression.

From Song Xing's shot, to several masters on the invisible man's side, the dead died, and the defeated were defeated, but it was only a few breaths.

In the battle of the rivers and lakes, the victory or defeat is often born in a very short period of time, but the speed at which Song Xing won was still a little unexpected.

The Invisible Man Organization has made waves in the Central Plains and has never been defeated, so that Impermanence looks down on these people from the heart.

In his heart, one of the invisible people is one of the best masters in the rivers and lakes.

But now, these masters, in the hands of the young man in front of them, have been beaten into dead dogs.

Obviously, every move of Song Xing is mediocre, simple punches and palms, ordinary rivers and lakes, but such moves, beef soup, the three ghosts in the northwest, no one in the master can avoid Song Xing's attack.

Impermanence doesn't think that the problem lies with the master and others, and the only explanation is that Song Xing in front of him has cultivated kung fu to the realm of returning to the basics.

No matter how you make a move, he has the corresponding move to deal with, so that you can't avoid it, and you can't escape.

"Buzz!"

The blade of the sword in Wuchangzi's hand shook, emitting a burst of sword sounds, and with the next breath, the long sword slashed through the sky and stabbed straight at Song Xing's heart.

Song Xing's feet shook, seemingly retreating, but on the way back, he suddenly changed direction, slid diagonally upward, dodging the blade of the impermanence, there was no stagnation between the transformation of the body method, and at the same time, the immortal sword in his hand slashed upward, gathering momentum to stab at the impermanence in the chest.

Impermanence returned to the sword to block, but saw that the tip of the immortal sword was as light as a catkins in the air, and more than a dozen sword shadows were conjured in an instant, enveloping all the vital points on his chest.

The sword technique practiced by Impermanence, called the thunder and lightning sword technique, practiced to the realm of transformation, made a move out of thin air, the power was like lightning like thunder, twenty zhang away, the sword light was densely covered.

When Impermanence destroyed the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, he used this sword technique to stab the six elders of the Snow Mountain Sect to death with one sword.

It is said that to deal with a less complicated swordsmanship like Song Xing, as soon as the thunderbolt swordsmanship comes out, there are at least fourteen swordsmanship moves, which can kill Song Xing with one move.

But under the shadow of Song Xing's sword, Impermanence took a step back helplessly.

Song Xing made another move, and there were more than a dozen sword shadows, and Wu Changzi's face was a little distorted, but he retreated aggrievedly again.

When Song Xing reached the third sword, several drops of cold sweat had already oozed from Wuchangzi's forehead, sliding down his forehead over his pale face and dripping into his eyes.

He didn't dare to blink, he could only stare at the tip of the sword in front of him.

As a fellow swordsman, he could recognize that every sword shadow that Song Xing swung out was a rare swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes.

The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, the Nine Swords of the White Tiger, the Shadow Flow Swordsmanship, the Falling Dust Swordsmanship, the Dharma Swordsmanship, the Guiyuan Swordsmanship, and the Seven Kills Swordsmanship.

In just three moves, Song Xing's sword moves at least fused more than 30 kinds of swordsmanship, some of which opened and closed, some were strange and treacherous, some were fierce and fierce, and some were elegant and feminine.

However, every sword technique rigidly restrained the thunder and lightning sword moves he was about to make, as if the opposite side had the function of an unpredictable prophet and could predict his own moves.

Therefore, impermanence can only retreat again and again until there is no way to retreat.

The immortal sword pierced into the wrist of Impermanence, one of the best swordsmen among the invisible people, so aggrieved that he was stabbed in the wrist by Song Xing after only one move, and the long sword fell to the ground.

Song Xing flipped his left hand and slammed a palm on Wu Changzi's chest, breaking his sternum, and the majestic force directly shattered his heart, and he was completely lifeless when he fell to the ground.

Under the Son of Heaven's Wangqi technique, all the movements of the impermanence were clearly seen by Song Xing, so that he was defeated miserably before he could use his swordsmanship.

After killing the Impermanence Son, Song Xing unsheathed the Immortal Sword, and then turned to look at He Zhizhang, who had not moved, and Gong Jiu, who was still sitting on the top of the Water Pavilion, looking at the battlefield.

He Zhizhang and Gong Jiu, the two people who survived alone after challenging the little old man among the invisible people.

Drunk and lying on the seven killers, only the leader can get the true inheritance.

He Zhizhang, who has cultivated this exercise, if he appears in the mouth of the beef soup, he will also have a place in the top 50 of the top ten lists, and he belongs to the rare top masters in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, He Zhizhang looked like he was already drunk, but Song Xing could sense that the invisible qi had quietly wrapped around him.

This made Song Xing a little interested in the practice of the drunken Liuyun Seven Killers.

It was not the killing machine that locked on Song Xing, so when this technique was performed, it was extremely difficult for people to detect, so he often died ignorant against He Zhizhang's enemies, and he couldn't even see the location of his shot.

He Zhizhang looked at the two people who had fallen, with a hint of doubt on his drunken face: "Why don't you use a sword?" ”

He Zhizhang is a proud person, among the invisible people, he thinks that he is only under the little old man and Gong Jiu, and when he saw Song Xing put his sword back into its sheath, he felt insulted.

Song Xing's purpose here is to seize the power of the invisible man for his own use, not to destroy the invisible man.

This is also the reason why he gave up the Immortal Sword and fought against He Zhizhang with his bare hands instead.

For these people, only in the field they are best at, with absolute crushing strength, can they rise to fear.

Seeing that Song Xing didn't answer, He Zhizhang burped: "Since that's the case, let me take off your head and pay tribute to them." ”

After speaking, the whole person floated up, as if drunk but not drunk, like a dream not a dream, his right hand was held weakly, as if he was drinking, taking strange steps, and attacking Song Xing.

Zhizhang rode a horse like a boat, slept at the bottom of the well, drank the eight immortals, and killed the seven clouds, which was interpreted by He Zhizhang to the pinnacle.

As if riding a horse and riding a boat, He Zhizhang stumbled, his figure suddenly turned to the left and then to the right, and under the traction of that inexplicable qi machine, he was like a ghost, making people not recognize his shape at all.

At this moment, He Zhizhang looks like a drunk person, his steps are chaotic, but in fact, his body is erratic, as light as catkins, under the movement of Song Xing, the qi is pulled, and He Zhizhang is like a kite, moving forward and retreating with the air current.

Drunk and lying on Liuyun Seven Killers, drunk lying is just the appearance, the real core lies in the word Liuyun.

The clouds in the sky are invisible and untraceable, and where they go depends entirely on the flow of the wind.

A hundred years ago, there was a strange person, living in seclusion in the mountains, watching the changes of the sea of clouds every day, and realized this strange body method that is unique to the present and the ancient, and once practiced, he can stand alone in the world.

The fluttering and bizarre pace, combined with the elusive seven-style killing moves, few people in the world can resist.

Looking at He Zhizhang, who was killing step by step, Song Xing took a deep breath, and this breath seemed to drain all the air in front of him.

Because of the speed, there was even a slight popping sound in the air.

After sucking it all in one breath, Song Xing's already tall body was raised by three inches again, and his body became a lot burlier.

He Zhizhang suddenly felt that there was a trace of scorching heat in the air, and the season of autumn wind should not be so hot.

Looking at it with drunken eyes, Song Xing in front of him was majestic, like a scorching furnace at the moment, exuding a scorching breath all over his body, making the air dry.

He Zhizhang's mind was snatched, and a picture of a brilliant sun rising in the distance appeared in front of him.