Sensing the death of the seven slave robbers, Song Xing's eyebrows jumped, knowing that Japan was a terrible person.

Counting and counting, the whole world can kill his seven slaves in an instant, and there will be one of the two in the tens of thousands of valleys.

Ceres' ability to leave Higashishima because of his oath, so he thought about it, and the only way to come to Japan was to return to Tibet.

Song Xing muttered to himself: "Have you already gotten out of trouble?" Good speed. ”

When Monk Yu took Lu Yan away, he expected that Wanguizang's escape from the predicament would become a certainty, but he didn't expect that Wanguizang would come to Japan.

At the same time, his heart moved, and he walked out of the retreat place, unfolded the Son of Heaven Qi Technique, and looked in the southwest direction.

"Interesting, is Oda Nobunaga also dead?"

He only felt his temples jump suddenly, and his heart was on fire without a name, but Oda Nobunaga was related to him stepping into the realm of refining, so he deliberately placed seven robbed slaves to protect Oda Nobunaga, who knew that he still couldn't protect his life.

"Even if you don't have Akechi Mitsuhide, can't you escape this fate? Nobunaga! ”

Oda Nobunaga died, and the dragon energy in the life grid instantly dispersed into the ground, and returned to the Fuji Mountains along the leylines, waiting for the next master.

Realizing that most of his arrangement in Japan had been destroyed, Song Xing did not over-vent his anger in his heart, but began to arrange it in the retreat place of Mount Fuji.

About half a day later, Song Xingfei stayed behind in the castle tower and asked him to lead Wan directly to the Fuji Mountains when Wanguizang arrived, so that he would not have to make useless resistance.

Half a day later, a man over forty years old, a white-washed green cloth robe, a tall and thin physique, a small cinnabar mole on his left eyebrow, and an angular face, not very handsome, walked step by step to the top of Mount Fuji under the leadership of Andilo.

Mt. Fuji is a cone-shaped mountain, with snow on the summit and five lakes around the foothills, and a huge shrine now stands.

Song Xing, dressed in white, was standing outside the shrine waiting for Wan Guizang's arrival.

Wan Guizang looked at Song Xing and said coldly: "It seems that what Shen Zhouxu said is right, you are really hiding in Japan!" ”

Wangui was helped by Lu Gradually, got out of the sea of suffering and successfully survived the Six Void Tribulations, and really returned to Xicheng again, seizing the position of the lord of Xicheng by force.

When he learned that Ning Bukong, the lord of the Fire Department who disappeared that year, had appeared in Xicheng and took away a heavy treasure in Yingying Temple, Wan Guizang was keenly aware that it was the secret of Liang Siyu's eight-figure integration.

Coupled with the four ancestor maps in Song Xing's hands, Wanguizang was bound to win, so after Shen Zhouxu deduced that Song Xing was hiding in Japan through clues, Wanguizang came to Japan decisively.

Song Xing looked at him with a smile: "No, I'm different from you, you're hiding, and I'm just coming to Japan for my plan." ”

Wan Guizang said again: "Plan? Unify Japan? It's a pity that the daimyo you supported ambushed me with a few of your slaves in a place called Honnoji in Japan, and I killed them all. ”

Hearing the name of Honnoji Temple, Song Xing secretly sighed that Oda Nobunaga still did not escape fate, but said in his mouth: "It's just a widow, if you die, you will die, it's a big deal to support one again, but you came here alone, Lord Wancheng, don't you really think you're going to eat me?" ”

As Song Xing spoke, he pulled out an ordinary long sword from his back, the sword body was very thick, and the decoration of the hilt was like the bone joints of a fish.

This sword seems to be unremarkable, but it is one of the three famous swords in Japan, the Heavenly Cloud Sword.

After Oda Nobunaga unified Kyoto, he acquired the sword and dedicated it to Song Xing.

When Song Xingjiang held the hilt of the sword, the whole person seemed to be fused with the sword, and then, the spiritual veins and dragon qi of the entire Mount Fuji converged on the sword body.

At this moment, Song Xing's body surged with momentum, like a mountain like a mountain, and Mount Fuji under him was also a cut shorter than that, and Antilo, who had cultivated to the weakest level, felt like an ant and mosquito in front of him, small and humble.

Feeling the momentum that burst out of Song Xing's body, Wan Guizang couldn't help but be taken aback: "Refining the void!" No, it's not refining void, it's refining void that is achieved for a short time with this sword. ”

Wan Guizang only saw Song Xing's emptiness and reality in an instant, and set his eyes on the sword in Song Xing's hand.

It was not that Song Xing himself had cultivated to the realm of refining void, but with the help of the long sword in his hand, coupled with the blessing of the dragon qi of Mount Fuji, he felt that Song Xing's qi was getting stronger and stronger, standing up to the heavens and the earth, and almost reaching the realm of refining void.

When Song Xing held the sword, Antilo and the others couldn't bear the raging momentum, and they all trembled and quickly retreated down the mountain.

Among the people present, only Wan Guizang's face was as usual, and under the pressure of Song Xing's momentum, he stood still and stared at the Tiancong Cloud Sword in Song Xing's hand in the wind.

The Andiro people who retreated from the top of the mountain, looked up, only to hear the thunder in their ears, the wind and clouds surged, the dark clouds gathered in the sky for thousands of miles, the sun and the moon were dark, and the lightning cracked the clouds through the air, like a golden snake walking around, reflecting the sky flickering brightly and darkly.

The weather, which was originally still sunny and skyless, suddenly began to change abruptly.

The thunder on the gloomy clouds came and went, almost like a sound, and the heartbeat of the weaker ones seemed to beat faster and faster with the thunder, as if they were about to break out of their chests, and the heartbeat was mixed with the thunder, rumbling in winter and ringing in their ears.

"Hurry back, this place should not stay for a long time!"

Andiro let out a loud shout and took the lead in speeding away into the distance again, and almost at the moment when she shouted, Song Xing and Wan Guizang on the top of the mountain shot at the same time.

Song Xing swung out a sword, and the entire Mount Fuji seemed to resonate, and the volcano that had been sleeping for many years seemed to awaken at this moment, and let out a rumbling muffled sound in response to the vision of the sky.

The sword qi was like a dream, and Song Xing slashed out with a sword, as if he lifted the entire Mount Fuji, turned Mount Fuji into a long sword, and slashed towards Wanguizang in front of him.

In the shadow of the sword in the sky, a flash of lightning clearly flashed in Wan Guizang's eyes, peeking through the illusion, the slender index finger pointed out, and the arc-shaped qi flew out from between the fingers, bypassing the overwhelming sword qi and pointing on the broad sword blade.

The loud sound of the bell spread throughout Mt. Fuji, and the servants at the top of the shrine who had not had time to withdraw were bleeding from their ears and their eyes were white.

With the sound of crackling, Wan Guizang's wide sleeves waved, and dozens of thunder and electric dragons streaked across the sky, as if they were about to explode the void.

The extremely strong move of the thunder department, like a true dragon composed of dozens of thunder and lightning, wandered around Wanguizang, and fiercely devoured Song Xing.

Antilo, who was watching the battle from afar, looked at this seemingly mythical battle, and finally knew why with Song Xing's peerless martial arts, when he was in Xicheng before, he didn't make a big move.

She never imagined that when her martial arts cultivation reached the end, she would be able to manipulate the power of nature, which was simply a god-like power.

Song Xing faced the thunder and electric dragon that almost enveloped him, but his face was calm, his eyes were vain, and the crystal-like child hole reflected the flow of energy around Wanguizang's body, and the weak points in it were clearly reflected in his heart.

With a twist of his wrist, countless fragments of sword qi spilled out, cutting off the true qi that Wan Gui Zang used to control the thunder sound electric dragon, and dozens of thunder and electric energy that looked like real dragons in the sky collapsed in vain, diffusing between heaven and earth.

The thunder sound electric dragon was broken, Wan Gui Zang was taken aback, he made up his mind to take the lead in the first place, and as soon as he made a move, he was the most rigid thunder sound electric dragon among the eight supernatural powers.

Unexpectedly, Song Xing did not use the fire department's supernatural powers, but instead used a familiar means to cut off the control of his true qi on the moves.

Wan Guizang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Your move is quite similar to the Son of Heaven Qi Technique of the East Island Gushentong back then!" ”