Ning Daoqi's face was like gold paper, and his eyes were full of despair: "No, I haven't taken that step yet, I'm not reconciled!" ”

"Why did the old man's efforts come to naught in the end, and it's not worth mentioning?"

Ning Daoqi's heart was full of grief and unwillingness.

"As a great grandmaster, but for his own selfish desires, he is willing to be driven by a group of nuns, such a heart, he wants to achieve a broken void," Song Xing sneered: "You are also worthy!" ”

After speaking, he slapped his palm, and a surging yin and cold qi emerged in his palm, as if a mass of Xuanyin qi was condensed, and in an instant, it wrapped Ning Daoqi.

Ning Daoqi only felt that the bones in his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and he screamed in pain.

"Even if I die, I can't let you get your wish!"

He roared angrily, the dust in his hand bloomed brightly, and the true qi in his body turned into a huge white Jiao dozens of meters long, biting fiercely on the cold qi.

The huge force swept through, Bai Jiao began to collapse inch by inch from the head, the dust was cracked apart by a terrifying force, Song Xing's face showed a cold color, his body turned into an afterimage, and instantly appeared in front of Ning Daoqi, and he slammed it with a punch.

Everywhere the fist passed, the air exploded, with a strong cold aura, as if it wanted to kill everything in the world

All freeze in general.

"Ahhhh

Ning Daoqi raised his head to the sky and roared, his arms raised up, and he cracked hard, only to see Song Xing smash a fist on his chest.

"Kacha Kacha Kacha!"

Ning Daoqi's chest shattered, and the whole person flew out directly, dragging a long trail on the ground.

Ning Daoqi vomited blood again and again, and the whole person fell into a near-death state, his heart was destroyed, and he was sure to die!

Shi Zhixuan and Ning Daoqi died one after another, and Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin already had a retreat in their eyes.

The purpose of this siege of Song Xing is to weaken the foundation of the Central Plains martial arts, and now that the three great masters of the Central Plains have died, to some extent, the goal has been achieved.

But by now, it is no longer up to them to decide whether to cease war or not.

"Withdraw!"

Bi Xuan gritted his teeth, turned around and fled directly.

Fu Cailin looked at Ning Daoqi's corpse with a complicated expression, shook his head and left.

They know that it is difficult for them to get out today, and if they stay here, they will die, so it is better to run for their lives quickly.

"Boom!"

As soon as Song Xing stomped his feet, the hall trembled suddenly, and an invisible wave of qi swept out, directly shaking the rock above the passage of the grotto in front of the two of them, and when the two waved their hands to block the falling rock, Song Xing had already stepped in front of them and punched out.

The two of them spurted out a large mouthful of blood at the same time, and their faces were even more pale as paper, obviously seriously injured.

"Did you run away?"

Song Xing walked forward slowly, he took one step, the ground was like an earthquake, and the entire hall trembled violently.

An invisible force hung over them.

Under the strength of the shattering level, the two of them fell directly to the ground, their muscles and bones were broken, and they didn't even have the strength to get up.

Song Xing's voice fell, and his hand had already grabbed Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan's necks.

"Kacha!"

There was a crisp sound around the necks of the two of them, and then they completely lost their breath.

Song Xing let go of his hand, and he looked coldly at the two corpses on the ground, without any pity on his face.

Blood was dripping down, and soon a pool of blood accumulated at Song Xing's feet, and at the cost of minor injuries, Song Xing killed all the great masters who had seriously underestimated his strength.

"Bang Bang!"

Just as he was about to get up and go after Fan Qinghui, who had fled, a burst of applause suddenly came from outside the grotto, causing Song Xing's body to tremble slightly.

The enemies in the cave have all been killed, who is it at this moment?

The person who came quickly showed his face, and to Song Xing's surprise, this person turned out to be the evil emperor Xiang Yutian.

In Xiang Yutian's hands, he carried the leader of Cihang Jingzhai, who had no breath.

"Wonderful, wonderful, I have already tried my best to overestimate you, but I didn't expect you to be able to kill Bi Xuan and a few of them in this situation!"

Throwing the corpse in his hand to Yutian, his eyes showed a bit of amazement, and he looked at Song Xing with appreciation.

Song Xing hid the vigilance in his eyes well and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Xiang Yutian looked at Song Xing and Xi Yao behind him, who were stunned by the battle of the great grandmasters just now, and asked, "I should ask you this question, why are you here?" According to the trajectory of your life, you will not intersect with this place at all. ”

Thinking of the golden mask in the prophecy of the He family, Song Xing suddenly realized in his heart that Xiang Yutian had already known about this place, and even the three great masters came here, maybe it was also a game he had laid down.

Looking at this evil emperor who had lived for two hundred years, Song Xing sincerely wondered: "Starting from Baling, the Thorn of Luoshui, the Pure Mind Zen Buddhism, and the God of War Catalog, what are you planning?" ”

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"Hehe, boy, you really shouldn't be here." After Xiang Yutian finished speaking, his finger was raised slightly.

Suddenly, the whole air seemed to freeze, the temperature plummeted, and the surrounding rock walls even faintly emitted white mist, giving people an eerie feeling.

In an instant, a majestic force swept towards Song Xing, making Song Xing feel a chill all over his body and feel a strong threat of death!

"Oops!"

Song Xing's twin children shrank reluctantly, he never expected that with a word to Yutian, he would directly attack to take his own life.

Song Xing gritted his teeth and ran the true yuan in the dantian, trying to resist the attack towards Yutian.

After breaking through the Great Grandmaster, the True Qi in the body was compressed at a high density and turned into True Yuan, which was several times more powerful than the True Qi.

In an instant, the true elements of the two collided together.

Song Xing found that the true yuan in his body was too big compared to Xiang Yutian, and it was disintegrated and disappeared in an instant.

Immediately, Song Xing spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole face instantly became pale as paper, bloodless!

This is because Xiang Yutian deliberately left his hand, otherwise with this trick alone, Song Xing would definitely die!

Xiang Yutian slowly walked to Song Xing's approach, and looked down at him condescendingly: "At the age of twenty, stepping into the half-step shattering realm, you are indeed good, but unfortunately you are still too tender!" ”

"Twenty years from now, maybe you can compete with me. It's a pity ......" Xiang Yutian shook his head, his face indifferent, "Now you are still too weak!" ”

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right palm to Yutian.

In an instant, the majestic True Yuan poured out of his hand, wrapping Song Xing, making him freeze and unable to move.

Song Xing's eyes flashed with a strange look, and his figure skyrocketed instantly, and a punch slammed into Xiang Yutian, and above the fist, there was a terrifying True Yuan fluctuation.

Xiang Yutian's face was pale, and he saw that Song Xing's fist was about to hit his chest, but he suddenly raised his hand.

As he raised his hand to Yutian, the majestic True Yuan in his hand instantly condensed into a long knife and met Song Xing's fist.

The fist styles of the two intersected, and Song Xing's fist strength was easily broken, while Xiang Yutian's sword gang penetrated Song Xing's body.

Bright red blood suddenly spurted out of Song Xing's body.

This is a kind of bone-chilling cold, as if it can freeze all the internal organs of a person, and even the bones and muscles will melt.

Xiang Yutian, an old monster who has been practicing for two hundred years, is only one step away from the shattered void, and he has only fully demonstrated his strength at this moment.