Seeing Song Xing appear and block the slash of the Immortal Sword, the red light in Dao Xuan's eyes became even stronger: "It's you!" ”

For the young Song Xing, he has always had an inexplicable fear in his heart, when he was killing the beast god, Song Xing's cultivation showed not only shocked the entire righteous path, but the most shocked was Dao Xuan.

No one knows better than him what it takes to step into the Taiqing Realm.

Otherwise, it would not have been a thousand years, except for Aoba Zhenren, only he could step into the Taiqing Realm.

Especially after Xiao Yicai died in battle, he was so angry that he almost instinctively raised the greatest vigilance against Song Xing.

This is also one of the reasons why he ignored it just now and blatantly made a move against Tian.

Who knew that at this critical moment, Song Xing, who had been in retreat, unexpectedly appeared in front of the ancestral hall of the patriarch and saved Tian Buyi and a few people.

Song Xing blocked the sword light, looked at Dao Xuan and said: "Master Master, you have been subjected to the anger of the Immortal Sword, breeding demons in your heart, you should give up the cultivation of the ghost path at this moment, retreat in the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion to eliminate the anger, and you must not go wrong again." ”

Dao Xuan sneered, "Tian is not easy to be an apprentice who is hypocritical? Don't think that if you step into the Taiqing Realm, the next head of Qingyunmen will be you, and no one in Qingyunmen can disobey me! ”

The moment the words fell, endless anger poured towards Song Xing, as if it was about to devour it all.

"Taoist cultivation pays attention to the word 'shun', 'conform to the mandate of heaven, but cultivate oneself first," Song Xing looked at Dao Xuan who rushed over, shook his head, and continued: "Uncle Shi, you are on the wrong path!" ”

As the words fell, Song Xing's body erupted with dazzling golden light, these golden rays, like chains, blocked the surrounding space, making it impossible for Dao Xuan to get close at all.

And at this time, Dao Xuan suddenly felt as if his head was cracked, and it hurt to the bone marrow.

What's going on?

Could it be that the Zhuxian Sword had already eroded his consciousness?

Dao Xuan felt a strong sense of crisis rising from the soles of his feet, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a cold glow rushing towards him from a distance.

This is a simple long sword, the whole body is dark gold, with a forest chill, and the aura it exudes makes people tremble.

This sword is as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, as if it can split mountains and rivers and cut off the sun and moon.

Dao Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle, and the red light in his eyes swayed, and the sword that Song Xing slashed out, although the appearance was different, but the core of the sword intent was clearly the sword intent of the Immortals!

He had only been in contact with the Zhuxian Sword once, and he had mastered the Zhuxian Sword Intent?

Seeing Song Xing's sword coming in front of him, Dao Xuan's body suddenly burst into black light, and countless ghost crying voices poured out from inside, and the yin wind gusted, and he howled bitterly......

Song Xing's face changed slightly, and the faces of Tian Buyi and the others around him changed even more, and these ghost cries were heard in their ears, making them feel very uncomfortable.

And this was just the beginning, the next moment, they suddenly felt their limbs stiff, unable to move, and even their souls began to gradually detach from their bodies.

A frightened look appeared on the faces of Tian Buyi and the others, these ghost cries were slowly eating away at his primordial spirit!

Uncle Zeng often roared angrily, fighting fate to resist the exercises, but these ghost cries seemed to be pervasive, and more and more ghost cries drilled into his mind, making his thinking sluggish and his soul power gradually weakened.

Song Xing sighed: "Uncle Shi, are you still obsessed?" ”

Dao Xuan's eyes were blood-red, his eyes were staring at Song Xing tightly, and a hideous color appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Song Xing, even if you comprehend the sword intent of Zhu Xian, the Zhu Xian Sword is in my hand, my cultivation is higher than you, and it will only be you who will die!" ”

Song Xing frowned, raised his right arm, condensed a sharp sword qi from his fingertips, and pointed at Dao Xuan's eyebrows: "Uncle Shi, forgive my nephew for being rude!" ”

Dao Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, and his cloudy eyes showed a crazy color, and a thick black mist poured out of his body, and the black mist turned into hideous and terrifying evil ghost faces.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the clouds were thick, and the sky was gloomy, as if a downpour was about to come.

"Hahaha! I am Dao Xuan, the head of Qingyun Sect, how can I lose to a wicked obstacle! Dao Xuan's crazy laughter sounded, and above his head, the black mist rolled and tumbled, and the boundless aura gathered together, forming a huge skull, and the flames in the two scarlet eye sockets of this skull jumped, exuding a bloodthirsty and cruel aura.

The appearance of this skull made everyone feel suffocated.

"Master, you're crazy!" Looking at the huge skull above Dao Xuan's head, everyone felt their hearts tremble.

Song Xing's eyes froze, and with a wave of his right hand, the Ten Tiger Swords turned into a streamer of light and shot out.

With a shocking explosion, the Ten Tiger Swords and the skull collided together, and the infinite energy swept in all directions, and the ground shook violently.

Cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, and in the blink of an eye, the entire ancestral hall collapsed and collapsed.

A huge crater, a hundred feet deep.

Dao Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated dozens of meters before he could gain a foothold.

Song Xing put away the long sword in his hand, looked at Dao Xuan calmly, and said indifferently: "Uncle Shi, you still have to admit defeat!" Your strength has been seriously injured by the beast god before, and if you continue to fight, you are not my opponent. ”

Dao Xuan wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at Song Xing resentfully, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "Don't you think about it!" ”

Song Xing shook his head, stretched out a finger, pointed at him and said, "Since this is the case, then the senior nephew will have no choice but to beat you until you admit defeat." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Xing stepped out, the figure of the whole person disappeared, and the next moment, in the void, a sword mark appeared out of thin air, piercing the heart of Dao Xuan's eyebrows.

Everywhere the blade reached, the air seemed to freeze, making a snorting sound.

Dao Xuan's reaction was also extremely sharp, and he dodged the fatal blow with a wonderful step.

I saw that around him, gloomy black qi poured out in an instant, rolling like a cloud, and I didn't know how so many gloomy qi emerged in a moment.

I saw that at this moment, the golden light above was like electricity, and the brilliance of the Ten Tigers was about to come down, but the black qi below did not show weakness, as if someone was invisibly commanding, it condensed from all sides to the front of Dao Xuan, like a black wall blocking in front of the Ten Tigers.

At the same time, the Zhuxian Sword in Dao Xuan's hand slashed out, and the sword qi that was far more terrifying than the previous battle against Tian Buyi and the others gushed out, colliding with the brilliance of the Ten Tigers.

There was a loud bang, and the whole valley shook incessantly, the mountains and rocks flew one after another, and the rocks swept across, and everyone only felt that their chests were stuffy, and they almost couldn't breathe.

Dao Xuan's sword qi finally blocked the attack of the Ten Tigers' brilliance, but the Ten Tigers' brilliance still did not dissipate, but condensed together in mid-air, turning into three thousand six hundred and fifty rays of brilliance, each of which contained destructive power.

The combination of three thousand six hundred and fifty rays of light is like a real dragon, cruising in the void.

"Uncle Shi, admit defeat, otherwise you will definitely fall here today." Song Xing's voice spread throughout the valley, and he stood in the void with his hands in his hands, looking down on Dao Xuan condescendingly, looking like he was winning.

(End of chapter)