The Blue Dragon will be in the Yin Ji, and the martial arts and strategies are the best in the world, and Sikong reminded Song Xing before picking up the stars, not to play with fire and self-immolation, to prevent the Blue Dragon Society and the Divine Sword Alliance from playing conspiracies and tricks in secret.

And now Song Xing is in a desperate situation, which seems to have verified Sikong's worries about picking stars.

The Blue Dragon Society joined hands with Tianmen to destroy the Great Banner Gate, and it was a big pit dug by the Blue Dragon Society for Tianmen and Song Xing.

The Night Emperor stopped Song Xing and the others before, but he was just making a show.

On this steep mountain wall, the cliff on the left, the deep valley on the right, there is the Night Emperor blocking and capturing both arms in front, and there is a sneak attack by Yin Ji Gong Jiu in the back, and it is a dead end for anyone in the world.

Facing a desperate situation, Song Xing's eyes were still as calm as ever, and his body moved.

The legs pressed down slightly, and the soles of the feet were pressed against the mountain road, and then the body suddenly exerted its strength and ran forward.

Song Xing's move, like a mad tiger descending the mountain, a giant elephant cutting down the mountain, although the Night Emperor had used all his strength, he was still completely unable to stop Song Xing even for a moment, and was resisted by Song Xing, and flew out upside down on the mountain road in the air.

Copper tendons and iron bones, Shakya throws elephants.

Yin Ji and others counted all the time, place and people in order to kill this style, but they only missed one point, that is, the body that Song Xing brought from another world is the best in the world.

The Night Emperor, who dominates the rivers and lakes with his true qi martial arts, is like a young deer in front of the lion tiger in front of Song Xing, who is full of physical strength, and he can't even make a decent obstruction.

The mountain road is rugged, winding, Song Xing resisted the Night Emperor in an instant, and advanced a distance of dozens of meters, the Night Emperor only felt that his body was sliding in the air uncontrollably, and there was a cliff behind him, and Song Xing was going to crash himself to death on this mountain wall.

There was a low roar in his throat, and the Night Emperor could no longer care about locking Song Xing's arms that seemed to be like steel, and raised his hand to hit Song Xing's door, wanting to break free with his strength.

How could Song Xing do what he wanted, anti-guest-oriented, chasing the wind and the moon under his feet, his arms shook, and launched a stormy attack towards the Night Emperor, not giving him a chance to open the distance.

It seems that in the battle of killing Ling Jiao Lantern in Shudi, relying on his physical advantage, Song Xing pressed step by step, and the essence of the red fist was fully played, slashed, hooked, hung, entangled, blocked, and dipped in his hands, and the two hands continued to attack, further compressing the gap between the two.

The two fought closely, one move and one style, because there was not enough distance, neither could exert their maximum strength.

But Song Xing's physique is too strong, even if he can't exert all his strength, it is enough to crush the Night Emperor, and the strength of the inner fist makes him so strong that the Night Emperor has no power to resist in this square inch, so he can only instinctively raise his hand to parry.

Holding hands with cloud hands, beating the invincible hand in the world.

Any playing skills, in the end, are nothing more than strength, speed and the ability to resist hits.

These three points are exactly where Song Xing is stronger than the Night Emperor.

Song Xing's feet were too fast and fast, even if the Night Emperor wanted to find help, he couldn't do it, under Song Xing's dense blows, he was tired of parrying, his eyes began to be a little sluggish, and his arms were not as smooth as at the beginning.

On the other hand, Song Xing, twisting his body and sliding steps, cutting hands and cloud hands against his elbows, gold silk entanglement and throat locking hands, and various grappling techniques in the red fist boxing spectrum are used endlessly.

The fists and palms struck each other, endlessly, but at a certain moment they suddenly stopped.

When the Night Emperor reacted, the outburst of true qi had been suppressed by Song Xingmingyu's true qi, and his arms were no longer powerless to block Song Xing's heavy slash.

Leaning on the elbow and beating the six-fold hand.

At the moment when the Night Emperor was frightened, Song Xing's palm was already silently imprinted on his heart, and under the burst of strength, it directly shattered his heart.

Red fist six, hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaves.

The Night Emperor's eyes burst out, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was already held up by Song Xing, slamming heavily on the cliff behind him.

Under the close combat, the Night Emperor was the best martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and before he could fully exert himself, he had been broken by Song Xing and died on the cliff of the back mountain.

When he was dying, the Night Emperor's gaze crossed Song Xing's shoulder, and he saw Yin Ji, who had already come behind Song Xing, and Gong Jiu and the elders of the Great Banner Sect who were pierced by a palm on their chests in the distance.

Gong Jiu's throat gurgled, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground weakly, he looked down at the hand that pierced his heart, and with his pure true qi, he took a breath of relief, turned his head with difficulty, and saw He Zhizhang's cold eyes.

Just now, when Gong Jiu stabbed out a sword of betrayal, He Zhizhang, who seemed to have expected it, instantly skyrocketed in speed, shook off his opponent, and attacked directly at Gong Jiu and the elder of the Great Banner Sect.

The drunken Liuyun Seven Killer was originally a ghostly assassination technique, He Zhizhang attacked with all his strength, and all of Gong Jiu's spirit was focused on the sword that assassinated Song Xing, and he was unsuspectingly passed through He Zhizhang's chest.

"On the orders of the master of the door, kill the rebels!"

The indifferent words came from He Zhizhang's mouth to Gong Jiu's ears.

Gong Jiu's hand was raised, but in the end, he was still unable to hang down, and the corpse was immediately thrown off the cliff by He Zhizhang.

At the moment when Gong Jiu died, Yin Ji had already caught up with Song Xing's pace, but at this moment, the Night Emperor was dead, and Song Xing, who had come out, turned around and slapped his sleeve hand, and met Yin Ji's palm violently.

In the midst of the loud explosion, Yin Ji, who came prepared, was repelled a few steps by Song Xing's thumping hand.

Shocked, Yin Ji blurted out: "Jintai Yuque, the magic power is hidden!"

It is rumored that when someone can cultivate the internal and external skills to the extreme, the structure of the body will change, the golden platform is the bone, the jade que is shaped, and the body has been separated from the mortal womb of the body, and the evolution from human beings to immortals has begun.

When the invincible monk was a god, some people speculated that his kung fu had reached the realm of transformation and might have reached the realm of Jintai Yuque.

Yin Ji is confident that with her Tianshui divine power, no one in the world can meet her full palm, even if it is an iron man, she can also crush it hard.

Just now, Song Xing blocked her palm power with his body, but he was unharmed, and his palm power was shocked back.

Yin Ji suspected that when Song Xing had made an alliance under the city before, he didn't show his best strength at all when he fought with her, and concealed his deepest hole cards.

Looking at Song Xing's extremely indifferent face, Yin Ji's face was extremely gloomy, and for the first time, she felt that the situation was uncontrollably sliding in another direction.

The original ambush was easily broken by Song Xing with such a simple violent means, not only was the Night Emperor killed, but even Gong Jiu had already been killed by Song Xing's backhand.

"Bang Bang!"

Just when the two were confronting each other, there was a crisp applause from behind the cliff at the bend, and then the five figures slowly walked out of the clouds, and Yin Ji formed an encirclement again, surrounding Song Xing in it.

"Wonderful, I didn't expect such a lore to be able to be resolved by you, it seems that Yin Ji and the Night Emperor have underestimated you."

Song Xing turned sideways slightly, turned his back towards the mountain wall, looked coldly, and looked up at the five newly appeared.

The person at the head walks gently and elegantly, has a square appearance, and a pair of eyes are as bright as stars, which makes people dare not look directly.

Wearing a yellow crown, the bright yellow cloud brocade clothes he wore on his body were cut just right, and what attracted Song Xing's attention the most was the nine dragon patterns and twelve chapter patterns embroidered on his regular clothes.