Song Xing didn't know that the body technique used by the demon cloak in front of him was the Empty Mountain Spirit Rain, but he could still sense that this puppet was beyond the inhuman strength. monkey

He had already used eighty percent of his strength, but he still couldn't completely stop the attack of the magic cloak.

It didn't look like a very strong body, but it burst out with unrivaled strength and defense, when the magic clothes attacked, in addition to being terrifyingly strong, it was completely defenseless, allowing Song Xing's fist to hit his body, except for making his body stagnate a little, it barely caused much damage.

The body of the demon robe was like electricity, and the black robe around the body was swept by the strong wind. The hands stretched out of the cloak were like two peerless blades, incomparably sharp.

With any casual action, a huge crack of several meters long can be cut on the long street, and the originally lively street has almost become a pile of ruins because of this battle.

After a few fights, Song Xing knew that he had seriously underestimated the strength of this puppet, and even tried to break through the barrier of the magic clothes several times, and captured the thief and the king first, but was stopped by the magic clothes again and again.

Speed, strength, and defense barely had any flaws, and Song Xing encountered an extremely difficult battle.

After several violent impacts in a row, Song Xing flew out upside down again, even if he had practiced to the point that King Kong's body was not broken, there was a faint feeling of pain.

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The magic cloak did not pursue, but slowly approached.

"You...... What exactly are you? “

Song Xing stood up straight, his eyes solemnly looking at the magic clothes that were getting closer and closer.

The cloak was tall, the inky cloak crackled on his body, the cuffs were embroidered with hideous magic patterns, and the brim of the cloak was blown off during the battle, revealing a pale and godless face, and his dark eyes flashed with a cold light, as stiff and expressionless as a puppet.

Song Xing's heart beat violently, and it was the first time he had encountered such a non-human and non-physical thing as a magic suit, a puppet that was manipulated by people, and it could exert a power far beyond that of a person in the martial arts, which made him secretly surprised in his heart.

In the face of Song Xing's questioning, the magic clothes still didn't say a word, his footsteps were raised, and he rushed forward again, his hands shook, and the black mist fist shadow, with a fierce aura, smashed towards Song Xing.

Song Xing's eyes shrank sharply, and the black mist gushing out of the demonic fist came from the same source as the power that made his strength suddenly skyrocket before, but it was definitely not the true yuan of martial arts. monkey

He had already seen that the magic clothes were not alive, but the body of a puppet that Liang had refined with the technique of the left way of the side. But I didn't expect that in addition to being able to cast powerful martial arts, the magic clothes could even cast side door spells.

Looking at the black mist attached to the fist of the demon clothes, and there were bursts of ghost-like sharp whistling sounds between the fist swings, Song Xing suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and his body warned him that the black mist in front of him must not be directly touched with his physical body.

The next moment, Song Xing's hands were sealed, and a surging golden light surged around him, protecting his body with a powerful True Yuan, and swinging his fist to meet the black mist carried by the demon clothes.

With a loud bang, the true yuan outside Song Xing's fist came into contact with the black mist first, and the forces of the two different situations collided violently in mid-air as if they both had substance.

The violent shock wave bounced off both sides to the left and right.

"It seems that the black fog is also a kind of energy."

Song Xing's eyes lit up, although there seemed to be some kind of danger hidden in the black mist, but through a short contact, it could be judged that this was also the embodiment of a kind of energy, although it was weird, but it was not irresistible. monkey

Come to think of it, if the power of the Dao Law in this world is really strong enough to suppress everything, how can it allow the martial artists to rise.

The magic cloak missed, and with a strange step under his feet, his body changed abruptly, changed his direction, and shot again.

The figure flickered, and the magic robe had already appeared behind Song Xing, and with both hands, he grabbed Song Xing's neck, and between the palms of his hands, there was a cold glow.

Song Xing had long expected that the magic clothes would suddenly attack, and at the moment when the other party approached, Song Xing's body suddenly tilted to the right, narrowly avoiding the opponent's attack, and the floor tiles beside him were eroded by the black mist, leaving a deep crack.

Before completely figuring out the details of the demon clothes, Song Xing did not directly confront him, but unfolded his body technique to the extreme, no matter how dense the magic clothes fist technique was, he could avoid his attacks every time with a slight difference.

Liang in the distance cooled off, seeing that the magic clothes had returned several times in vain, the copper bell in his hand also shook more and more rapidly, and the black mist on his fist became thicker and thicker, emitting a pungent fishy smell, which made people feel sick.

The strange eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and the already tall body swelled out of thin air again, and the powerful and dangerous momentum exuded from the whole body made Song Xing feel that the pressing crisis was approaching again. monkey

The danger of the earth-level world was indeed far greater than the world he had experienced before.

Liang's strange way of cooling off the heat made Song Xing encounter several crises in a short period of time. Song Xing forced himself to calm down and look for a way to break the enemy.

"Aren't you afraid of blunt blows?"

Seeing that the damage of the fist palm and the true yuan to the demon clothes was extremely limited, Song Xing took advantage of the gap to dodge and pulled out the blood-colored long sword behind him for the first time.

Su Mengzhen's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight and stared at the sword in Song Mingxing's hand carefully.

"Is it really the Blood River Sword?"

The red sleeves of the river of blood should not be retained. monkey

is talking about the four divine weapons that are famous in the rivers and lakes, and the red sleeves refer to the red sleeve knife used by Su Mengzhen.

When he was in the restaurant before, Su Mengzhen looked at the long sword that Song Xing was carrying, and suspected that it was the Blood River Sword, the treasure of the Blood River Sect.

Two hundred years ago, when the Blood River faction first emerged, it was only a small sect on the border, but from the beginning of the first generation of the head of the bloody Tianhe River, each head of the sect was not talented and ruthless, and each generation of heads took over, and the power of the Blood River faction was expanded, and the martial arts of the Blood River faction were more extensive and profound.

By the tenth generation, the head of the family has slaughtered the dragon with bloody hands, and his power has gradually become arrogant, and the world is decent, which is difficult to match.

Ouyang Du, the head of the eleventh generation of the Blood Shadow God, is a rare hero in the martial arts for a hundred years, and the martial arts of the Blood River Sect have reached his hands, and he has carried them forward, and his internal cultivation has reached the peak.

So the two ways of martial arts, good and evil, began a bloody storm, beating each other, vendetta and killing, all the means were exhausted, and the resentment was very deep.

The twelfth generation of the head of Wei Beihui, nicknamed Thousands of Miles of Blood, but he is the unborn hero of the Blood River Sect for generations, his martial arts surpass Ouyang Du, and his internal skills are cultivated, and he has reached an unprecedented realm, acting ruthlessly, and the killing is heavier. monkey

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In order to stop this grievance, Xiao Qiushui, the hero of Shenzhou, made a bloody battle with a single sword, and fought alone to defend the sorrow and the twelve netherworld blood slaves of the Blood River faction with invincible swordsmanship, and killed all the masters of the Blood River faction under the bloody battle.

The Blood River Sect has declined since then, and the whereabouts of the Sword of the Town Sect, the Blood River Sword, are unknown, but I didn't expect it to appear on a fledgling disciple of the Freedom Sect today.