The Yanling Knife bloomed with extreme brilliance in Song Xing's hand, and the sharp and sharp aura swept overwhelmingly, and then slammed on the ground, and his body shot out like an arrow!

"Boom-"

The two collided intertwined, and in an instant, an explosion-like muffled sound resounded in the sky!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

Song Xing and Xie Xun's figures fought quickly in mid-air, and every time they touched, there were bursts of thunder explosions, which were deafening!

The speed of the two was so fast that all the spectators present couldn't keep up with the movement of the two figures, and they could only catch a wisp of afterimage.

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the two of them were extremely fast, and the naked eye could not capture their movement trajectory at all.

Among the people present, only Zhang Cuishan could barely see the figures of the two of them.

seems to be an equal fight, in Zhang Cuishan's eyes, it is clear that Song Xing is unable to resist Xie Xun by walking leisurely.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but think in his mind, "How strong is this Haisha Gang leader, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect?" ”

Just when Zhang Cuishan thought that the overall situation had been decided, Song Xing suddenly shook Xie Xun back, and looked around with a somewhat solemn expression.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu followed Song Xing's gaze suspiciously, but found nothing.

But he didn't know that at this moment, in Song Xing's sight, Xie Xun and the dragon slaying knife he was holding were full of strange changes, and even the entire Wangpanshan Island.

A gray mist appeared around the valley, gradually enveloping the entire valley, and even spreading around.

The strange thing is that among the people present, except for Song Xing, the expressions of everyone seemed to be completely invisible.

Only Song Xing could clearly see that the source of the gray mist was the dragon slaying knife in Xie Xun's hand.

The original black blade is now covered with a faint gray mist, and the dragon pattern on the back of the knife can be faintly seen, exuding a faint ghostly light.

It's just that the glow is not black, but a creepy green.

Xie Xun straightened his waist and raised the dragon slaying knife to aim at Song Xing.

The next moment, Xie Xun's wrist trembled slightly, and a majestic and surging internal energy suddenly surged out of his body, converging into a giant knife several meters long, slashing towards Song Xing!

Seeing Xie Xun's abrupt increase in power, Song Xing reined in his thoughts, held the Yanling knife tightly with both hands, and also slashed out a knife.

In an instant, two huge and incomparable blades collided fiercely!

"Bang-" There was another dull explosion.

The terrifying and furious shock wave swept out, overturning the trees and weeds on the ground, and even blowing Song Xing's clothes and hunting!

But that's all about it!

When the sword was gone, Xie Xun's attack still did not stop, and he raised the dragon slaying knife again, and continued to slash mercilessly.

Song Xing's pupils shrank, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, his toes were on the ground a little, and his entire body was like an arrow off the string, quickly avoiding Xie Xun's attack range.

In his sight, it was no longer Xie Xun who was fighting against him at this moment, but the dragon slaying knife in his hand, controlling Xie Xun to fight him.

At this moment, Song Xing had serious doubts about the origin of the Dragon Slaying Knife.

This knife was really made by Guo Jing and Huang Rong when Xiangyang City was broken?

In addition to Yang Guo's Xuantie heavy sword, is there anything else mixed in this knife?

When the Mongols captured Xiangyang, the number of deaths was too much, and Song Xing didn't think it was strange at all.

Song Xing looked at the dragon slaying knife, and there was an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, knowing that with his physique at the moment, even if he couldn't use his true qi, what could threaten him was almost non-existent in this Wang Pan Mountain.

But seeing the strange environment around him, as well as the miraculous dragon slaying knife that was blown by the martial arts, his intuition told him that the farther away from the dragon slaying knife, the better!

Therefore, Song Xing didn't say a word, turned around and prepared to remind Zhang Cuishan and the others to leave.

But when I turned my head, all I saw was a gray mist, just now it was just a gray mist that spread on the edge of the valley, and in a short period of time, it was already all over the sky, and the entire valley was swallowed by the mist.

The figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, who were originally not far away, were already mostly shrouded in gray mist, but their expressions were the same as just now, and they didn't notice the approach of gray mist at all.

Song Xing stepped out in one step and came to Zhang Cuishan with great speed, wanting to pull him out.

But at the moment when he got closer, the gray mist expanded violently, engulfing the figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu in an instant, making Song Xing reach out and take a look.

Obviously, taking a step forward was where Zhang Cuishan was standing just now, but after the gray mist, Song Xing's hand didn't touch anything.

Song Xing frowned, and noticed from the corner of his eye that Xie Xun had also fallen into the gray mist and disappeared at this moment.

Song Xing took a deep breath, used enough internal strength, and slapped his palm towards the gray mist.

Song Xing's palm instigated the debut wind, if it was an ordinary mist of nature, it would have been blown away a long time ago, but these gray fogs did not move in the face of Song Xing's splitting palm.

Song Xing frowned slightly, and looked around, the valley at this moment was completely shrouded in mist, and the people of all sects and factions who originally participated in the Raising Sword Conference were all swallowed by the mist, and there was no trace of it.

He listened attentively, but there was no sound in the fog, neither screams and cries for help, nor the sound of fighting and walking, as if the scene before the crowd was completely a misunderstanding.

Looking up, the surroundings were gray except gray, and there was a faint black shadow flashing in the gray mist, but there was nothing when I looked at it, as if it was an illusion.

"Get out of the range of the Grey Mist first!"

Song Xing saw that he couldn't find Zhang Cuishan and the others, so he decided to leave the valley first, and couldn't be led by the dragon slaying knife.

Following the direction in his memory, Song Xing held the Yanling knife in his hand and strode forward.

The gray mist seemed to have a spiritual nature, and when he approached, it would separate slightly to the sides, as if it was a little afraid to touch him, and it seemed to be cautiously tempting, carefully surrounding him.

Along the way, Xie Xun, who originally thought that he would sneak attack in the fog, did not appear.

Song Xing, who was walking, suddenly felt a bone-chilling meaning coming from the fog behind him, and a strong killing intent firmly locked his body, as if it only took one thought to shatter his body into ten thousand pieces!

Song Xing looked back suddenly, and at the moment when he looked back, a red figure, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, stabbed him in the chest at a lightning speed!

Song Xing snorted coldly, and the Yan Ling knife slashed out furiously, and the blazing sword split the sneak attack red shadow in two!

After the red shadow fell, it showed its true body, and it was a monster several feet long, with blood-red eyes, like a python.

was about to sneak attack Song Xing, but was killed by him!

"It's the river monster!" Song Xing recognized the identity of the monster, it was the python-like river monster that appeared in the Qiantang River before, and was later thrown into the water by Yin Susu to attract attention before getting rid of it.

Unexpectedly, he appeared in this Wang Pan Mountain.

"Did you follow it, or were you attracted by the power of the Dragon Slayer?" Song Xing sank his face, feeling that the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, even with his Heavenly Son Qi Technique, he couldn't see the road clearly, so he had to speed up his pace, and finally after dozens of breaths, he passed through the blockade of the gray mist, came to the port, and got on the ship of the Heavenly Eagle Sect.

Looking back, Song Xing's color changed again, and he saw that the gray fog in the sky had already shrouded Wangpanshan Island, and the Heavenly Eagle Sect ships anchored at the shore were only a few zhang away.

And in his surprised gaze, the gray fog gradually dissipated, and Wang Panshan Island, which was originally standing on the sea, disappeared into the gray fog strangely!

(End of chapter)