After hearing Xiao Ren's words, Song Ling smiled slightly and did not respond.

He took a sigh of relief from the silver spear and wiped it with his clothes, his eyes full of love, just like the groom's gaze when he looked at the Yiren sitting on the edge of the bed on the night of candles in the cave room.

He whispered softly to the silver gun: "I always thought that it was "you" who gave up on me, but in fact I knew that it was my own choice. ”

When Xiao Ren, who was not far away, heard this, he shuddered all over, and said suspiciously: "You...... Crazy?"

The spear danced, the spear was like a dragon, and the love in Song Ling's eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a sky-high fighting intent.

"Less nonsense! ”

The first shot was as fast as lightning, like a tiger pounced.

The second shot was like a snake python, tricky and vicious.

The third shot, wide open and close, strong and violent.

Xiao Ren hurriedly raised his fan to parry, and was slightly embarrassed, but was not injured by Song Ling.

When another Jindan monk saw this scene, he couldn't help but secretly admire: "It's worthy of being a masterpiece of the moment, but it's a pity." ”

After all, Xiao Ren has broken through the middle stage of Jindan for a long time, and his spiritual power is not comparable to the early stage of Jindan, and Song Ling can still have the upper hand against him with his initial strength, which shows that his strength is far beyond that of ordinary early stage Jindan monks.

Xiao Ren looked at the sleeves of his shirt that were pierced by the silver spear, flicked his sleeves back, his face was full of pride, and sneered: "Not bad! It seems that you have not wasted these decades in vain, but unfortunately this is far from enough, today is the last day that you can continue to breathe in this world, and the silver gun Song Ling is destined to become a joke." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to the monk on the opposite side and said, "Zhao Min, here I will play with him, please solve all these small fish and shrimp left around." ”

Zhao Min nodded, stretched out his hand, and a black light flew out on the ground not far from Song Ling.

Take a closer look, it is a small black sword that is only a foot long, I don't know when it dived into the ground, it was silent when it moved, Song Ling had to feel his scalp tingling, firstly, if he was in the middle of the battle, he was hit by this seemingly harmless small sword, and he would have to lose his skin if he didn't die.

And the two are worried about the disciples of the Shenbing Sect who are still fighting bloodily.

All things are born with spirits, all have a doorway, and those who practice condense the golden pill, like a fish crossing the dragon gate, are extraordinarily within their reach.

The remaining disciples of the Divine Soldier Sect simply could not resist the killing of a mid-stage Jindan cultivator who spared no effort, and all that awaited them was death.

Just as Song Ling was worried, Zhao Min, who was holding a black short sword, came to the chaotic battlefield, and looked down slightly in mid-air, like a god on top, although the mutual fight of the group of ants under his feet could not arouse his interest, but it seemed a little noisy, which made him irritable.

The short sword in his hand was gently thrown down, turning into a dim black light that fell at an extremely fast speed, passing through the chests of the disciples of the Divine Soldier Sect.

Looking at the same door that fell to the ground, everyone was sad and felt entangled by a breath of death, and they had no will to fight, so they fled in a hurry.

People with the intention of dying threw their blades at the "demons" stranded in mid-air, but they couldn't even enter them, and they were all blocked by the aura barrier, and those who offended the "demons" in mid-air were all given priority to solve the problem.

Piercing the heart violently, the chest soaked in bright red blood looks like a red and glamorous flower, which is the bloom of death.

Song Ling is also unable to protect himself at the moment, under Xiao Ren's full attack, he can barely resist, and he can't save himself if he is a little distracted, let alone save him.

As the screams disappeared, Song Ling knew that there was no way to kill, and he was sad, so he could only hope that Song Tianyu could escape with the master, otherwise the Shenbing Sect would become the first medium sect to be wiped out in the past five hundred years, not to mention revenge in the future.

Xiao Ren couldn't help but pull a sneer at the corner of his mouth when he saw Song Ling's appearance, he rose from the ground, soared high in the air, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and blood-colored long knives flew out of the white and lifeless fan, hitting Song Ling like ten thousand arrows.

I saw one person and one gun facing the dense knife mountain without fear, calmly resisting, dancing the silver spear, smashing the seemingly sharp blood-colored long knives one by one, and the long knives that were exploded turned into blood mist, lingering in the air for a long time.

Seeing this, Xiao Ren secretly rejoiced in his heart, the power of this treasure is not only that it has an ordinary appearance, but it can launch a surprise attack, and what is more terrible is that the blood mist scattered by the shattered blood-colored long knife can erode the enemy's body without the enemy noticing, once it enters the body, the blood mist will continue to eat away at the aura in the body and grow, and then explode within it, such a scene, even if the powerhouse of the Divine Journey Realm comes, it is difficult to save it.

Sure enough, although Song Ling, who was in the blood-colored mist, had completely taken over the attack, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was constantly dying, and he felt a faint pain.

Quickly got out of the blood mist, his face was covered with tiny bloodshot like hair, slightly hideous, just when Song Ling was about to expel the blood mist in his body, his back was cold, and he said secretly: "Not good!"

Hurriedly turned around to dodge, barely avoiding the vital point, a black light passed through his abdomen, and the pain in his heart made Song Ling sweat coldly.

Holding on to the injury, he turned around and fired a shot, and the open space a hundred feet away instantly exploded, kicking up dust like mist.

When the dust settled, a figure of a person appeared, holding a short sword in his hand, wearing a black robe, the light around him seemed to be swallowed by it, and his face seemed to be sunny, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Xiao Ren slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "Zhao Min, your concealment skills need to be improved!"

Zhao Min played with the sword in his hand, looked at Song Ling coldly, and did not respond to Xiao Ren's joke.

Song Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughed and said, "There is still no way to escape this result." ”

After saying that, I saw that Song Ling's right palm gathered a strange aura, and he struck on the silver spear with one palm.

The silver spear shattered in an instant, turning into countless small pieces and constantly merging into Song Ling's body.

Seeing that the spiritual power of the person in front of them became stronger and stronger, Xiao Ren's eyes were full of incredulity, and he secretly scolded: "How can the people of the Divine Soldier Sect be weirder than the other. ”

But this is not the time to think about that.

Xiao Ren's white fan opened, and the overwhelming blood-colored long knife followed, drowning half of the sky like a sea of blood from a distance.

Zhao Min threw the sword in his hand upward, and the small sword, which was originally only one foot long, instantly turned into a hundred zhang to zhang, although it was only a transformation of non-entities, but the power should not be underestimated, the sword of a hundred zhang was like swallowing the sky and the fertile sun, and there was little light left in a radius of fifty miles, and it hit Song Ling together with the sea of blood.

The sea of blood covers the sky, and the giant sword swallows the sun, which cannot be said to be monstrous.