"It's Song Yunge!"

"It must be Song Yunge!"

"Hide!"

Angry shouts rang out, and then the young men in white dodged one after another and retreated into the house to prevent Song Yunge from seeing him.

Among the white-clothed youths who broke into Shichang's Mansion at the beginning, a few escaped by chance, and Song Yunge was in a hurry to rush to the army lord's mansion, but he had no time to pay attention to them and let them live.

These people knew Song Yunge's methods, and as soon as they saw this flying knife, they immediately thought of Song Yunge.

And those who dare to come to the City Lord's Mansion to be presumptuous, I'm afraid there is only a powerful guy like Song Yunge.

When Song Yunge shot out the flying knives, he was thinking about a question.

Becoming a sword god by himself was originally only circulated in a small area, and very few people knew about it.

Why did the City Lord's Mansion know that he was a sword god, so he arranged a special master to deal with him.

You don't have to think much to know that there must be masters of the imperial court in the core of the six major sects, and they are well-informed.

Since this is the case, the imperial court knows the details and strength of the six major sects, and dares to go to war, so naturally the strength is enough to crush it.

The next moment, he appeared in the outer courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, which was where the white-clothed young men lived and practiced.

What he performed was the Yin and Yang Technique of the Void and the Sky, the transformation of the virtual and the real, and the combination of his Imperial Sky Palace, was really invincible.

He suddenly appeared, and a roar of anger sounded: "Deceive people too much, kill him!"

"Kill ——!"

The roar was endless, and dozens of white-clothed youths rushed out in formation, waving their knives like lightning.

Song Yunge's figure flashed behind them, and white light shot out, not allowing them to dodge.

Several young men in white fell.

The young men in white suddenly formed a circle, their backs against each other, not giving Song Yunge room to sneak attack.

Back to back, their hearts were settled, their eyes burst out with angry cold light, and they wanted to cut Song Yunge with a thousand knives.

They are arrogant, they practice hard and their sword skills are superb, and they feel that the six major sects are like local chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a blow, and they have never suffered such a big loss.

"Snort...... white light directly crossed their sword light and drilled into the center of their eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen white-clothed youths slowly fell.

The circle formed by the crowd gradually shrank, from a diameter of more than ten meters to a diameter of two meters.

Song Yunge was unpredictable, their steps seemed clumsy and slow, and they were slaughtered without the power to resist.

One by one, none of them fail, and none of them are spared.

Despair slowly built up in their hearts, and with each death of their companions, the despair increased by one point, and when there were only nine people left, they finally collapsed.

"Run!" someone roared.

The nine people shot in all directions at the same time, trying to climb over the wall, but they were blocked by an invisible force and staggered to the ground with a "bang".

The sky above this courtyard showed a golden light, as if a golden light shrouded the outer courtyard.

Song Yunge didn't look at the nine people who stumbled to the ground, they had collapsed, and they were still wasted alive, and they could no longer go into battle to fight.

Song Yunge narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a chill in Senran, this was obviously a mortal threat.

"Haha! Song Yunge, there is a way in heaven if you don't go, and there is no door in hell, you will be sent back to the underworld today!"

A hoarse voice with infinite hatred came in from outside, and the sound shook through the air.

The owner of this voice was outside the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, and it was a middle-aged man in purple, burly and tall, not angry but mighty.

He was holding the gold medal, which was the one that Lu Nanyin snatched from Lu Zhaoye.

There were several middle-aged men standing beside him, all with faces as heavy as water and clear eyes.

These white-clothed young men are all the elite of the City Lord's Mansion, the elite of the elite, and they are the backbone of the conquest of the six major sects.

Nearly 100 young men in white were slaughtered by him alone, and only nine remained, and the loss was unbearable.

If you can't kill Song Yunge today and let him continue to kill, I'm afraid the entire City Lord's Mansion won't be enough for him to kill.

The City Lord's Mansion of Daluo City is like this, and the other City Lord's Mansion is the same, so it is a joke that Yanwutang conquered the six major sects and destroyed the six major sects.

Song Yunge said lightly: "What is this?"

"Kill your treasure!" The purple-robed middle-aged man sneered: "Suffer death!"

He slammed the gold medal and urged his vitality.

The golden light in the sky turned into golden blades, shooting towards Song Yunge, and there was no way to avoid it.

Song Yunge disappeared suddenly when Jin Guang came, and the next moment he appeared behind the purple-robed middle-aged man.

"Sss

They were defenseless, thinking that even if Song Yunge did not die, he would be seriously injured against this treasure.

One more treasure would definitely kill him!

Unexpectedly, Song Yunge not only avoided the golden light, but also could instantly go behind him, and just as he was about to dodge, the white light had arrived.

Before they could even activate their talisman, their eyebrows had already been pierced, and their movements had stagnated.

Only the purple-robed middle-aged man was shrouded in a layer of golden light, but it was caused by the previous treasure.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Song Yunge, and took out another small sword from his arms, which was only palm-long, and his whole body was pitch black.

He showed a cruel sneer, and the little black sword swiped the index finger of his left hand, and suddenly blood gushed out, burrowing into the little black sword and disappearing.

The little black sword flashed with a flash of red light.

Song Yunge shook his head and pinched a knife.

The knife trembled as if it had come to life, buzzing and quivering, like a swarm of bees circling overhead.

"Huh!" it shot into his eyebrows before the purple-robed middle-aged man swung his small black sword, and the golden light was unhindered.

"Uh......" The purple-robed middle-aged man was in disbelief, his eyes were dim, and he raised his hand with difficulty to urge the little black sword.

A clear light rose from Song Yunge's waist, slashing through the purple-robed middle-aged wrist, and his hand landed with the little black sword.

"Snort——!" Like the sound of cold dishes entering a hot oil pot, the little black sword swallowed this hand at once.

Not only the flesh and blood, but also the bones disappeared without a trace, only the red light of the little black sword was brighter.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly, and he didn't look at the middle-aged man in the purple robe who was struggling to save himself and wanted to take out the elixir with his left hand.

His eyes were fixed on the little black sword.

The little black sword flashed red, like the color of blood, and was buzzing and trembling, as if it was staring at him.

Song Yunge frowned.

The little black sword suddenly flashed, flew out automatically, and shot into the chest of the purple-robed middle-aged man.

His dim eyes, which were almost extinguished, brightened with horror, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in the world.

Song Yunge flicked his long sleeves.

"Whew!" the little black sword was pulled out by the force of the rage, and appeared in the air, trembling and struggling.

Song Yunge urged the force to hold him down.

Turning his head to look at the purple-robed old man, the purple-robed old man showed a reassuring smile, and his eyes slowly closed.

Song Yunge frowned, ignoring the rest of the souls, first pulled the soul of the old man in the purple robe, and grinded the Immortal Sutra and the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Rune at the same time to extract the memory.

He immediately understood the origin of the little black sword.

"Heavenly Devouring Sword ......," Song Yunge muttered to himself.

The Ten Thousand Souls Refining Rune operated, ingesting all the surrounding souls into it and slowly spreading it.

This Heavenly Devouring Sword is really weird, and its devouring ability far exceeds that of the Great Heavenly Demon Sutra, once it can't devour the enemy, it will retaliate against its master.

What's even more terrifying is that it devours not just flesh and blood, but everything, including flesh and bones, and souls.

Once devoured by it, the soul will be destroyed, and it will never be reborn.

No wonder this Lu Zikun is so afraid.

PS: Update done.