The bright red blood flowed down the blade, Song Xing didn't care, grabbed the handle of the knife, the blade was close to his left chest, and then kicked the ground with his legs, and the whole person rushed towards Qilang.

As he approached Shichiro, Song Xing's speed suddenly increased, leaving a flame in Shichiro's sight, and then slashing him in the chest.

Angry howls echoed through the dark forest, and Song Xing used his blade to cut a deep scar on Shichiro's chest and abdomen.

Unlike the previous indifference, this time the injury seemed to cause pain to Shichiro, causing him to let out an angry roar.

Shichiro took a few steps backwards, and the wound in his chest, although not fatal, gave him great pain and anger in his heart.

At the same time, the eyes in the armor burst out of the ghostly fire, looking at the abyss held in Song Xing's hand.

The knife is still the same as before, but it can make his demon body suffer great damage, and the only thing that brings this change is the blood of Song Xing on the blade.

Song Xing clenched his right hand in Lan Yuan, his index finger inadvertently flicked, looking at the scar on Shichiro's chest, and making sure that his guess had worked.

The power of the Extreme Yang can make the body of the demon and ghost be damaged, and the blood of the true spirit that is integrated into Song Xing's body to stop bleeding also has the power of the Extreme Yang, which can break all evils in the world!

Seeing that the blood of the true spirit was effective, a smile appeared on Song Xing's face, and he waved the long knife in his hand again, aiming at Shichiro's head and slashing it off.

Song Xing knew very well that only by killing Shichiro completely could he completely cut off Shichiro's threat.

I saw Shichiro raise his arm, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand rolled up in the wind, and the halberd method that was originally straight and violent, suddenly became light and heavy, and varied.

Flying stone chips, soil, and riotous air currents shrouded hundreds of square meters of surrounding areas in flying sand and rocks.

Song Xing raised his eyes and looked around, and there was a pitch-black demonic aura everywhere, roaring wantonly, covering the sky and the sun.

On the battlefield, swords, guns, swords, halberds, the first two weapons are the most used weapons by generals, the long knife is brave, and the spear is fierce, which can maximize the user's force and increase the chance of survival.

The Fang Tian painting halberd is usually a kind of instrumental object, which is rarely used in actual combat, but it is not that it cannot be used in actual combat, but it has extremely high requirements for users.

This kind of cold weapon for fighting combines the functions of a spear and a god, and consists of a halberd head and a halberd handle.

The halberd head in Shichiro's hand is made of metal throughout, which can stab straight, pierce and pick, hook and peck, and integrate the functions of light weapons and heavy weapons.

When he realized that the long knife in Song Xing's hand could hurt his true body, the style of the halberd in Qilang's hand changed abruptly, and the lightness of the light weapon changed in addition to the gangmeng.

With the halberd in his hand, Qilang's posture is extremely violent, rushing shovels, horizontal stabs, oblique strangulations, cutting, turning stabs, picking, and the Fang Tian painting halberd weighing 10,000 catties has been truly practiced in his hands.

With his terrifying strange power alone, he could easily suppress any cultivator below the Three Realms of Shenzang.

Qilang's pace was extremely fast, stepping on the seven stars, and the halberd in his hand was backhanded towards Song Xing.

Seven dazzling stars swept past Qilang, bringing a howling wind and slamming into the abyss that Song Xing had slashed out.

The powerful force shook Song Xing's body, making his muscles tremble and his bones crackle, if he were an ordinary cultivator who suffered such a move, he would definitely suffer a heavy blow.

It's a pity that what he met was not an ordinary cultivator, the long knife in Song Xing's hand shook, blocking Fang Tian's painting halberd, and at the same time, his left hand reached out and slapped a palm on Qilang's chest.

Under Song Xing's deliberate control, the scar on the palm of his left hand did not heal, and when his palm was imprinted on Shichiro's breastplate, the blood flowing out collided with the demonic qi on Shichiro's body, as if the sun had fallen into the snow, and a large amount of demonic qi was directly forced to disperse, and the solid power bombarded Shichiro's chest.

Shichiro snorted, his body shot backwards for hundreds of meters, and the originally condensed demonic energy on his body was swayed by this palm, dragging a huge trace hundreds of meters long on the ground.

Without waiting for Qilang's body to fall, Song Xing had already jumped up, brandished the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Qilang, the two figures continued to flicker alternately, and there were dozens of hundreds of attacks every second.

Song Xing's movements became faster and faster, and the injuries on Shichiro's body also increased, and the demonic energy gradually disappeared.

I don't know when it started, but the originally fierce battlefield turned out to be quiet, except for the fight between Song Xing and Qilang, there was no other sound.

After a burst of roar, Shichiro's figure shot out again, pulling a long ravine on the ground.

And faster than him was the sword light of Song Xing, whose speed had reached its peak with the help of Kunpeng's blood.

The sword light flashed, and Song Xing was already standing in the void, and the abyss in his hand was broken into hundreds of pieces of iron of different sizes in Xu Xian's surprised gaze.

The demonic energy on Shichiro's body disappeared, and the long arrows on the general's armor were all broken, the armor and stomach were covered with wounds, and his chest was even more sunken, and the breastplate was shattered.

With a dull sound, the heavy halberd in Shichiro's hand slammed down on the ground, and the big head flew out wrapped in a sky-high demonic aura.

The demonic energy in the sky floated in the air and fell to the ground, turning into a hideous and vicious ghost, looking up to the sky and roaring, letting out a deafening roar.

Just when Xu Xian and the others in the distance changed color, the body of the demon ghost turned by the demon qi was raised suddenly, turning into an eighteen-foot-tall young man with a black face and ringed eyes, nodded at Song Xingyao, and then dissipated into the air and disappeared.

Song Xing watched Qilang's corpse disappear as it turned into demonic energy, and muttered, "Qilang? ”

stepped forward, bent over, held the Fang Tian painting halberd left on the ground with his left hand, and exerted a slight force, this extremely heavy weapon was easily picked up by Song Xing.

The blood flowed out of his hand, and when it was stained with the heavenly painting halberd, it suddenly forced out the silk demonic qi coiled in it, making the halberd become silver and bright, and even more dazzling.

"What a treasure soldier, with this weight alone, it is estimated that you can easily smash those evil demons just now."

Liu Haichan and the others breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Qilang die in Song Xing's hands, and they were about to step forward when they saw the long halberd in Song Xing's hand draw out, stabbing towards Xu Xian's side with a monstrous momentum.

Xu Xian was startled, and the sledgehammer in his hand subconsciously wanted to swing it, but when he saw Song Xing's eyes, his heart jumped, and out of trust, he still controlled the weapon in his hand and did not fight.

The halberd stabbed into the air beside Xu Xian with a monstrous killing intent, and it was only a fraction of a second before it could penetrate her body.

Xu Xian looked at the halberd body that was less than half an inch away from him, and felt Song Xing's amazing aura, his whole body was cold, and his hairs stood up.

"Heh..."

A soft female voice came from behind her, which shocked her body even more, and her whole body was like an electric shock, and her hairs stood on end, and she was terrified.

Fang Tian's painting halberd slashed across the sky, but it only stabbed down a crimson silk, Song Xing missed a blow, and stood up, his hand painting halberd pointed diagonally into the void.

The blue demon fire flashed, and a graceful figure appeared in the void, the fox's tail swayed, and the demon fire protected his body, which was the moon worship fox that was short-lived in Zhao Guizhen's place before.

"Is there another monster?"

Song Xing looked at the demon fox in a relaxed tone, the true yuan in his body was surging, and the 10,000-pound Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand made him feel like he was practicing the Lu He gun with Chu Luo in the mountains, and the demon fox in front of him was undoubtedly the best test target.

It seems to see that Song Xing is killing, the demon fox's body is windless and automatic, the demon fire flickered a few times, and the body was hidden in the void, only the delicate voice came: "It's so bad, it's scared to death of the slave family, concubine Nie Xiaoqian, young man, remember my name, we will meet again soon." ”