Looking at Sun Bugong's corpse lying on the ground, the eyes of the remaining twelve murderers also showed an awe-inspiring look, realizing that this time the task was more difficult than any previous time.

Leng Liuping, who looked thin and obscene, looked at Song Xing and said, "Hey, I didn't expect Sun Bugong to run rampant all his life, but he was planted in the hands of a kid." ”

Song Xing sneered, as if he was too lazy to talk to the dead man, and he ignored Leng Liuping.

Iron Hand looked at the approaching twelve murderers, and said calmly: "Trespass into the heavenly prison, don't kill them!" ”

When the words fell, Song Xing's figure was already rushing towards the opposite side.

As soon as Song Xing moved, the figure of the iron hand also turned into an afterimage and rushed into the middle of the twelve murderers, his hands were like spiritual snakes, and he attacked Ouyang Da at the front like thunder, and Mo San gave it to the two of them.

The strength of the iron palm made the faces of the two of them change greatly, and they hurriedly waved their blades to resist.

The blades staggered, and they exploded in an instant, and the strong collision caused a huge roar, and then the two were shocked back a few steps.

The iron hand's moves were majestic, and the moves went to the two of them.

The two barely parried for a moment, but they were gradually disadvantaged, and the two murderers beside them rushed up one after another to resist the iron hand.

The Iron Hand Palm Method is exquisite, and the internal strength is endless, and the four murderers still can't have the upper hand under the combination.

At the same time, standing on the side, the cold-blooded who had never been born, decisively drew his sword, his body was dexterous, and the steps under his feet were elegant and agile, so that the thirteen murderers could not fathom his figure at all.

Song Xing, who was the first to strike, was surrounded by the strongest of the thirteen murderers.

Zhang's arrogant iron umbrella, Ximen Gongzi's golden hook, Sima Huang's bronze cymbals, and Leng Liuping's ring knife are known as the most difficult to resist, the most unpredictable, and the most ever-changing weapons among the thirteen murderers.

But even if it was these weapons, they couldn't even stop Song Xing for half a chance.

The first to confront Song Xing was Zhang Xuanao, only to see the iron umbrella in his hand stretched out, the tip of the umbrella was cold, and several hidden weapons shot out from the umbrella body, taking advantage of the moment when Song Xing's vision was blocked, the tip of the umbrella was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, stabbing Song Xing's heart.

Song Xing's gaze was cold and sharp, staring at the weapon that Zhang Xuao had stabbed, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped it directly on the tip of the umbrella.

A violent force came from the umbrella, making Zhang Xuao's face change, and he hurriedly spun the iron umbrella to try to counteract this invincible force.

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Peng's voice, Zhang Xuao felt as if his weapon had hit a hard iron wall, and the irresistible force made his right arm numb, almost unable to hold the iron umbrella, and the whole arm instantly lost consciousness.

Taking advantage of Song Xing's injury to Zhang Xuao, the rest of the murderers attacked one after another.

Song Xing waved his left hand lightly, and it swept through the air like a pipa, and when the weapons in their hands touched Song Xing's fingers, they were all like lightning strikes, and the blades almost came out of their hands, and their bodies ejected back one after another, falling heavily to the ground.

"King Kong is not bad, how is it possible!"

Leng Liuping and the others showed a shocked look in their eyes, and looked at Song Xing's young and unspoken face in disbelief.

You must know that the attacks made by a few people, the terrifying true qi contained in them, even the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, would be torn apart in an instant, and Song Xing could easily block all their attacks with just a few fingers, and even shock them back.

Being able to reach this level just by relying on his physical body, the horror of Song Xing's strength can be imagined.

Song Xing looked at the people in front of him, his expression was cold, and he slowly walked towards them, his voice mocking: "You don't know anything about power. ”

After speaking, he reached out his two palms again and pressed towards the crowd.

Song Xing showed no mercy, his two palms were like gold and copper poured, exuding the texture of metal, everywhere he went, the air waves were monstrous, and the void collapsed!

The four of them shouted angrily, desperately urging the true qi in their bodies, and frantically rushed to the blade in their hands.

Suddenly, iron umbrellas, golden hooks, copper cymbals, and ring knives shone with dazzling white light, lighting up the night sky.

There was a loud bang, and the four weapons collided with Song Xing's two palms at the same time.

The powerful shock wave swept in all directions, blowing the countless lanterns hanging around the prison into the sky, swaying and shaking, and in the fierce wind, at least half of the lanterns were blown out by this terrifying air wave, and the front of the prison suddenly seemed dark and killed.

Under the hand-to-hand, Song Xing's figure stood still without moving, and among the four, except for Leng Liuping, who had the highest skill, the other three fell out again, with blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were full of shocked expressions.

"You ......" Leng Liuping wanted to say something, but Song Xing didn't give him a chance to continue talking nonsense.

Hearing only a "poof", Song Xing took a step forward, came to Leng Liuping like a ghost, and stretched out his hand to choke his neck.

Leng Liuping's eyes widened, his breathing was short, his face turned red, and under the crisis of life and death, the willow leaf ring knife that killed Miao Jiang in his hand slashed towards Song Xing's heart like a ghost.

Song Xing's brows furrowed slightly, his palm moved slightly, and he quickly clasped Leng Liuping's wrist holding the knife, clenched his five fingers, and folded it gently.

Kacha made a crisp sound, and the sound of broken bones was clear in his ears, and Leng Liuping suddenly screamed.

Then he smashed his fist on Leng Liuping's chest, which instantly shattered Leng Liuping's heart and killed him with one blow, and Leng Liuping's body sat on the ground softly.

When the other three saw Leng Liuping's tragic death, although their faces changed drastically, and there was a look of horror in their eyes, no one flinched, but instead attacked forward in unison.

The man in the prison must die at their hands, otherwise even if they escape alive, what awaits them will be a more miserable end than death.

Zhang's arrogant iron umbrella and Ximen Gongzi's golden hook slashed through the void one left and one right, and went straight to Song Xing's throat and left shoulder blade.

At the same time, the bronze cymbals of Sima Desolate's tomb suddenly let out a piercing chirp. A wisp of black smoke, which was indistinguishable to the naked eye, came out of the copper cymbal, floated silently behind Song Xing, and then quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a ghost creature wearing a robe and hood.

The ghost thing held a pitch-black mourning stick in his hand and silently attacked Song Xing's back.

"Huh?"

Song Xing's spiritual sense was amazing, although the ghost appeared silently, he was still aware of it, and when he stepped on it, his body suddenly erupted into a violent wind, and his whole body suddenly drifted invisible, avoiding the golden hook of Ximen Gongzi and Zhang's arrogant iron umbrella.

The mourning stick with a hint of evil spirit was still attached to Song Xing's back, and a trace of black mist poured out from the mourning stick, cutting the sword belt on his back with the Blood River Sword, and the Blood River Sword was plunged straight into the ground, and the scabbard that looked clumsy and bladeless was actually inserted into the floor tiles like tofu and stood in place.

The mourning stick stopped at a distance of about two feet from the back of Song Xing's head, and even though the painting talisman on it flashed with a strange brilliance, it couldn't break through Song Xing's finger that looked as white as jade.

A golden light flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and a flame rose out of thin air, burning towards the ghost's illusory arm along the mourning stick.

The flames scorched the body, a golden light flashed on the body of the ghost thing, and suddenly let out a painful howl, the spell on the mourning stick burned to ashes in an instant, and the ghost flashed, it actually abandoned Song Xing and flew away towards the copper cymbal in Sima Huang's hand.

"Did you run?" Looking at the ghost thing in the distance, Song Xing snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, a transparent arm appeared out of thin air, chasing after the ghost thing that was already hidden in the darkness, and then pulled it hard, and actually pulled out the ghost thing and threw it in front of Song Xing.

Song Xing looked down at this ghost creature covered with strange patterns, with bulging green tendons and dry skin, looking hideous and terrifying.

The ghost creature let out a hoarse roar, and its claws swung out an afterimage, as if it wanted to pounce and bite Song Xing's throat.

"Humph!" Song Xing sneered, raised a foot and stepped on the ghost's head, and an illusory cracking sound sounded in the air. The ghost's head exploded in response, and pitch-black smoke mixed with black filth flowed down from its body, landing on the ground at Song Xing's feet, emitting bursts of corrosive sounds.

This scene made the three Zhang Xuao who witnessed the battle next to them frightened, and their eyes showed extreme fear.

Song Xing slowly retracted his feet, glanced at the three of them, and then looked at the headless ghost thing, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "This soul is actually refined with various yin qi and evil qi such as resentment and anger, and it should have disappeared into the world a long time ago, but I didn't expect that you would have cultivated a body that can appear in the world, if you are allowed to further reshape the ghost body and achieve the body of the ghost king, maybe no one will be able to subdue you in the future!" ”