He Zhizhang's mind was robbed, and the originally integrated qi suddenly appeared a loophole, and in just half a breath, he woke up and broke free, but Song Xing's palm had already come to him.

It wasn't until he actually faced Song Xing that He Zhizhang understood why the three ghosts in the northwest died so quickly, and why the master and impermanence were defeated so desolately.

With just a gesture of raising his hand and pressing down, He Zhizhang seemed to be facing a huge mountain falling from the sky, and the endless violent air flow blew the Yipin court clothes on his body crackling.

The previous great day, the mountains now, and the martial arts of Song Xing have begun to touch the way of the 'gods'.

Playing in one style, sincerity and courage are integrated into the gods, and the opponent does not see his moves, but meets his god first.

Song Xing was originally three zhang away from He Zhizhang, and stepped out, his strong body directly smashed the air, carrying the sound of rolling wind and thunder, and pressed towards He Zhizhang with a palm.

With this palm, the air flow was surging like a tsunami hitting the shore, and before it was hit, the movement caused was already earth-shattering.

Even the few people who were besieging Lu Xiaofeng from a distance were all alarmed.

Lu Xiaofeng turned around and saw a dazzling red sun, a huge mountain, carrying a will that was enough to destroy everything, falling towards He Zhizhang below.

The palm like white jade, falling in He Zhizhang's eyes, has become the most terrifying hand in the world.

Under the palm of his hand, it seems to be able to collapse the sky, everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape.

In desperation, He Zhizhang roared angrily, what a flowing cloud, what seven kills, in the face of this unavoidable palm, he could only fight hard and fight for a glimmer of life.

After decades of hard work, He Zhizhang slapped the pinnacle of his life, just like a human being in ancient times, roaring towards an unknown natural disaster.

The next moment, the palm of his hand was pressed, and the endless power erupted, and He Zhizhang's palm power that erupted in despair was directly crushed by a blow.

The palm of his hand crushed He Zhizhang's true qi, followed by his finger bones and arms, which were broken one after another under the terrifying power.

The wind blew in his face, and the sharp energy directly scraped blood marks on He Zhizhang's face, and after destroying all his resistance with one blow, his palm suddenly stopped in front of his forehead.

Feeling the power in the palm of his hand that could kill him in an instant, He Zhizhang suddenly began to breathe heavily, feeling the great terror between life and death.

"Why don't you kill me?"

He Zhizhang asked Song Xing in a hoarse voice.

Song Xing spoke, his voice was still as indifferent as ever: "The kung fu is good, save your life." ”

He Zhizhang was silent for three breaths, and then asked again: "What is this palm called?" ”

Song Xing glanced at him and said, "No, Zhou Mountain." ”

Outside the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the great wilderness, there are mountains but not together, the name is not Zhou, the mountains are poured and the heaven and earth are extinct.

In the Shifting Flower Palace, Song Xing retreated for three months, and after the ninth layer of Ming Yugong, he integrated his own martial arts, integrated various perceptions of the national art world, and created his own half-style loose hands.

It wasn't until he was at sea before that Song Xing realized his strength and touched the 'god', that he perfected this trick and achieved this trick 'Buzhou Mountain'.

Turning down with one palm, it is like the heaven and the earth falling upside down, there is no way to avoid it, and there is nowhere to escape.

He Zhizhang was silent for a long time, silently took a few steps back, and came to stand beside the corpse of Impermanence, no longer resisting.

He Zhizhang was defeated, and after Song Xing really made a move, he lost even faster than Master and Impermanence.

Among all the people present, only Gong Jiu has not made a move at this moment.

When you see Gong Jiu's eyes, you will know that this is the same person as Ximen Fuxue, who is loyal to the sword and has affection for the sword.

Maybe not as bright as Ximen Fuxue, but Gong Jiu's devotion to kendo is not inferior to anyone.

When the others made a move against Song Xing, he still held his sword, sat on the top of the Water Pavilion, and quietly watched the battle below.

For him, beef soup, the three ghosts of the northwest, the master and others are not even as important as the sword in his hand, and whether they live or die is not in the scope of his concern at all.

It was only when he saw Song Xing use his sword to defeat Impermanence that his eyes burst out with a desire to fight.

When Song Xing and He Zhizhang fought, his eyes returned to the previous Gujing Wubo.

After He Zhizhang was defeated by Song Xing, Gong Jiu was already standing in front of the Water Pavilion, and his body was full of sword intent.

Gong Jiu pulled out the sword he was wearing, and said two words to Song Xing: "Take out the sword." ”

He is really a very proud person, and in the face of Song Xing, he is not willing to take the sword first.

Song Xing asked, "Do you want to see my swordsmanship?" ”

Gong Jiu nodded: "Your palm technique is very strong." ”

After a pause, he strengthened his tone again: "Very strong." ”

His voice was a little hoarse, like a traveler in the desert who hadn't drunk water for a long time: "Your swordsmanship is also very strong, and you didn't use all your strength when you killed Impermanence." ”

With his eyesight, it can naturally be seen that Wu Changzi, whether it is internal force cultivation or kendo cultivation, is far from Song Xing.

When the immortal sword appeared in Song Xing's hand, Gong Jiu took out the sword.

The long sword in his hand hummed, shook the sword like a dragon, and stabbed towards Song Xing's eyebrows.

Gong Jiu learned swords at the age of seven, and he was successful in seven years, and he loved swords like his life, and there was nothing else in his life.

After the completion of swordsmanship, the first person he killed was his sword master, because the master told him that only by being ruthless can he stand at the peak of swordsmanship.

In the following three years, he challenged swordsmen from all walks of life under a pseudonym, killed countless people, and honed his peak murderous sword skills in life and death.

When he was twenty years old, he was defeated by the hands of the little old man, joined the invisible man organization, and passed on the peerless book clavicle ecstasy heavenly Buddha scroll, from which he realized a heavenly Buddha demon sword technique.

On the day of the completion of the sword, he worked tirelessly to perform light skills for seven days, and broke into the main altar of the Rakshasa Sect in the Western Regions alone, and only three swords were released, and he killed the three protectors of the Rakshasa Sect, Lone Pine, Withered Bamboo, and Hanmei.

In the twenty-sixth move, he cut off the head of the Rakshasa Sect leader Jade Rakshasa Sect, and then calmly broke through under the siege of hundreds of masters of the Rakshasa Sect.

After this battle, the Rakshasa Sect, which had dominated the Western Regions for hundreds of years, fell apart, and fell from a first-class great sect to a third-rate force.

When facing Song Xing, Gong Jiu didn't spare his hand, and the first sword had already done his best.

In the next breath, Song Xing slashed the sword in his hand, the sword light cut through the sky, and Gong Jiu's ears suddenly sounded with thousands of sword sounds.

Endless sword light filled all the gaps between the two, except for the sword, it was still a sword.

One sword out, a hundred swords sound, one sword turns into a hundred swords!

In the eyes of Lu Xiaofeng, who was onlookers, this space had become a sea of swords.

The swordsmanship stabbed out by Gong Jiu was instantly submerged without a trace in this vast ocean.

The sword shadow disappeared, as if everything just now was Lu Xiaofeng's hallucination.

Gong Jiu, on the other hand, maintained the action of stabbing his sword into the heart of Song Xing's eyebrows, and froze still.

Song Xing's Immortal Sword deliberately deflected by one point, pointing at the empty position above Gong Jiu's shoulder.

Then, the water pavilion behind Gong Jiu, the huge pavilion split in two from it, and collapsed with a bang.

At this moment, Gong Jiu's eyes changed from dead gray to a hint of vitality, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?" ”

Song Xing returned his sword to the sheath and said, "Qianyi." ”

Then I looked up and saw a little old man standing among the flowers smiling like Maitreya Buddha.