Seeing that Nu Shura was about to die in the hands of the young man in the next second, the black knife that fell beside him suddenly bounced up and fell into the hands of Song Xing next to him, and then blocked the sword of the young man in black.

The swords collided, creating a huge shock wave that tossed over the soil in a radius of ten feet.

The black-clothed young man's feet stomped on the earth, stepping out of the cobweb-like cracks, and he slid back a few steps before barely stopping.

Song Xing stood with a knife in his hand, looking at the young man, as if smiling.

The young man was forced back by Song Xing's knife, as if he had been greatly insulted, and his eyes were murderous: "It's been a long time since I've seen a stowaway with such strength as you, it seems that your strength is stronger than you imagined." ”

Song Xing smiled: "Being able to defeat Nu Shura, it seems that you are under the hands of Half God, and you are not a small role." ”

"I see, are you prepared?" As soon as the young man's words fell, his wrist flicked, and the black mist on the black sword changed, condensing into a pitch-black sword qi dozens of meters long in the blink of an eye, slashing towards Song Xing.

The pitch-black sword aura was filled with an extremely rich killing aura, as if it could devour a person's body and spirit.

"What a terrible killing gas!"

The piercing sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the pitch-black sword qi collided with the long knife in Song Xing's hand, and suddenly exploded into a dazzling brilliant brilliance, and the surrounding ground collapsed one after another under the terrifying pressure.

The endless smoke and dust dissipated, and Song Xing stood there with a knife, looking at the black-clothed young man with a calm expression.

The young man's face was pale, the ground under his feet cracked countless cracks, the clothes on his body were torn, and he was covered in blood, looking quite embarrassed.

"What a terrible swordsmanship!" Seeing the black-clothed young man who survived his knife, Song Xing couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is worthy of the Sword Saint of the Wind and Cloud World, but I don't know what kind of style this young man has learned.

Realizing that Song Xing in front of him was an opponent who was even more terrifying than Nu Shura, the young man's eyes showed a hint of grandeur, and the long sword in his hand was placed horizontally, and he once again slashed out a sword qi that crossed the heavens and the earth.

"Sword Twenty-two!"

The pitch-black sword qi roared out, and the ground along the way was annihilated inch by inch, and the horror was boundless, as if it could destroy everything.

The violent and ferocious waves of qi swept in all directions, and the whole heaven and earth shook violently.

There was a violent roar from the sky, and in the dark clouds of the sky, endless firelight suddenly appeared.

The blazing flames converged in the air into a sea of fire that obscured the sky.

This sea of fire expanded rapidly, eventually covering a radius of thousands of kilometers, blocking out the sun in the sky.

The endless scorching heat made the land covered by the sea of fire boil, and the buildings in the ruins could not withstand such high temperatures, and collapsed directly.

"What a domineering sword skill."

Feeling the terrifying power of the sea of fire, Song Xing's face remained unchanged, and he raised the long knife in his hand, urging the true yuan and pouring it into it.

Airplanes!

The long knife shook violently and let out a crisp clang.

A touch of gold spread across Song Xing's long knife, eventually dyeing it a brilliant color of pure gold.

Immediately, Song Xing's long knife detached from his arm and suspended three feet in front of him, a thumb-thick rune flashing red light on the hilt.

In an instant, the golden sword swept across the sky, like a round of dawn rising into the sky, and even overwhelmed the light of the entire sea of fire.

The golden sword and the blazing sea of fire collided with the sky, making a deafening sound.

The terrifying energy raged, tearing the earth apart with deep cracks.

The earth trembled wildly, the hundred-meter mountain peaks rose from the ground, the rocks pierced the air, and the earth changed the terrain because of this battle.

The power of Song Xing's sword was terrifying, and the sea of fire that the young man slashed out was unexpectedly cracked open by this knife, and the golden sword light attacked the young man with an unstoppable momentum.

"How is that possible?" Looking at the oncoming golden sword, the boy suddenly shrank, and his eyes swelled with extreme shock.

The power of this knife is beyond his imagination!

When he sensed the danger coming, the young man's face changed drastically, and he did not hesitate to turn around to avoid it, but he was already a step too slow.

The golden long knife slashed through the sky, like a meteorite falling, instantly slashing through the young man's body.

The long knife slashed, and the young man's body froze in mid-air, and strangely, there were no wounds on his body.

"It's a pity that I didn't practice Sword Twenty-Three!"

As the words fell, the young man fell heavily to the ground, there was no fatal wound on his body, but his spirit was strangely directly slashed with a knife, and he lost all the breath of life.

"Dead!"

Bai Xiu, who was in the distance, covered his mouth in surprise and looked at Song Xing with incredible eyes.

Unlike Ah Tie next to her, she clearly knew how powerful the Holy Spirit Sword Technique performed by the young man in black was!

Even the previously invincible Nu Shura was easily defeated by the young man, and even almost lost his life.

But the black-clothed young man who easily defeated Nu Shura was defeated by Song Xing with the same ease in his backhand, and he was directly killed on the spot, which made Bai Xiu subconsciously want to stay away from Song Xing.

This Song Xing, who was in the illusory world before, was obviously ordinary, and even Judas could easily suppress it, came to the real world, and his strength changed dramatically.

What she didn't know was that the power of the laws of the world in the illusory world to suppress Song Xing was dozens of times that of Ah Tie and him, and it was not until he came to the real world that Song Xing's strength was completely exerted and he was no longer suppressed by the power of the law.

slashed the black-clothed young man with one sword, Song Xing easily seemed to kill an ant with his hands, and he didn't even glance at the young man's corpse.

Just as Bai Xiu was hesitating whether to step forward, Song Xing's eyes suddenly froze, and the long knife in his hand waved, and the huge knife qi slashed out again, slashing towards the huge stone in a ruin not far away.

"Whew!"

Just when the sword qi was about to slash the stone, a fresh breeze blew, and it was easy to dissolve the menacing knife strength in the future.

Then Bai Xiu's eyes flickered, and a short and fat figure had already appeared on the top of the stone.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a fat old man wearing sportswear and a peaked cap, looking a little kind and kind.

"Oh, well, young man, don't be angry, I'm not an enemy."

When the fat old man saw Song Xing raise the knife again, he hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, and at the same time, he lightly swiped a distance of hundreds of meters under his feet, floating in front of Song Xing like a fallen leaf.

As soon as the fat old man appeared, he showed an extremely exquisite light body technique.

Bai Xiu hurriedly dragged Ah Tie and took a few steps closer to Song Xing, while looking at the fat old man vigilantly.

The real world is full of crises, and when no one knows anyone, it is naturally more reliable for Song Xing.

After all, the black-clothed young man who appeared just now was a dead hand as soon as he appeared.

"Who are you?" Song Xing saw the fat old man approaching, raised his right hand flat, and pointed the long knife in his hand at the old man's forehead, signaling that he didn't need to move forward.

"We are not enemies," the long knife pointed at, the old man was not afraid, still smiling and waving his hand, and then pointed to the half-crippled Nu Shura and said, "I am here for him." ”

Seeing that Song Xing was still expressionless, the fat old man continued leisurely: "Although he has not listened to my persuasion and went to the illusory world to hunt down this young man without permission, but after all, he is half of my disciple, and I can't die without help. ”

"You're... Nu Shura's master? ”

"Yes, the old man smiled three times, and he is half his master."