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Song Qiu stood in place, looking at the reflections that were divided and reflected by mirrors that were smaller than real people.

In addition to the difference in size, there is a little more pale golden light on his chest in the mirror.

It was moonlight shining from the sky.

Corresponding to the pale golden light spots in the mirror, the clothes on Song Qiu's chest were slightly rolled up, giving birth to irregular folds, and Song Qiu could clearly feel the heat accumulated there.

The temperature at the point of light was still rising slowly and regularly, and Song Qiu knew very well that if he continued like this, soon his clothes would be completely burned, and then his skin would also burn, just like a snowman in the sun, and it would be completely melted in the end.

But what can be done?

A loud laugh came from outside the mirror, and the image of the young Taoist who had been defeated under his hands appeared in front of Song Qiu's eyes.

"Aren't you very powerful, aren't you very proud?

"Soon, you'll be charred inside, your skin will wrinkle inch by inch, your body will suffocate from the evaporation of water in your body, you will hear your skin burning, and you will watch your body turn into ugly char. Rest assured, the willpower of immortal cultivators is far stronger than that of ordinary people, so you will definitely live to that time. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

The sharp voice echoed through the narrow space, and anyone could hear the resentment in his tone.

Song Qiu raised his eyebrows, some people were really small by nature, and they only beat him once, which made him lose some face, and he actually made this young Taoist hold such a grudge.

The Qingcheng faction that can cultivate this kind of villain should be conceivable to hold their own bodies, so it is not difficult to understand their sudden betrayal this time.

Song Qiu looked down at the golden crow ball in the red panda's fat hand, and decided in his heart to fight once, the big deal was just death.

Just as he was about to take the ball and re-open the surface of the golden crow ball, Erlang God suddenly spoke.

"Aren't you going to learn my three-pointed two-edged blade sword technique?"

Erlang Shen stared at Song Qiu seriously and said, "I'll teach you now." ”

Song Qiu looked at Erlang God blankly, thinking to himself that you taught me sword techniques at this time, can I learn it?

Seeing Song Qiu's confused and confused expression, Erlang God knew what Song Qiu was thinking, and said with a calm face: "Don't underestimate yourself too much. Just by seeing me slap someone else's palm, you already realize a bit of the true meaning of my sword technique. I am the invincible god of war in the heavenly realm, and I have also been known as a genius of the world, how much worse can you be if you can see my sword skills at a glance? In some ways, your talent may even be stronger than mine. ”

"I'm sure you'll be able to learn this sword technique and break through this formation before your body burns. ”

Song Qiu didn't know if Erlang God was encouraging or telling the truth, but when it came to the end, he could only grit his teeth and try.

Erlang God saw that Song Qiu agreed, and took the whip from Song Qiu, and he planned to use the whip to teach the sword.

The three-pointed and two-edged divine blade knife technique is very famous in the heavenly realm and the mortal world, and it can be said to be the signature kung fu of Erlang God. Erlang God relied on this set of sword techniques to fight in the south and the north, and was invincible, even the Monkey King who was invincible and made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, was once defeated under this set of sword techniques.

This set of knife techniques is very simple, there are a total of nine styles, and Erlang God quickly finished it.

Because he didn't use immortal power, it seemed powerless, but in the simple sword technique, there was a faint taste of mystery, and Song Qiu could feel that there was a cosmic avenue hidden in this set of sword techniques.

"Do you see clearly?" asked Jirojin.

"About 30% understood. Song Qiu thought for a while and said.

Erlang Excalibur's eyebrows raised slightly.

Thirty percent?

It's more than he could have imagined.

"Then I'll try again, you'll have to watch carefully. ”

"Good. ”

The whip dances in the world of mirrors, countless reflections move in sync in the mirror, and the whip shadows float in every corner of the darkness.

After a set of sword techniques was used again, Yang Jian put away the whip and stood up, handed the whip in his hand to Song Qiu, and said: "You still have about a quarter of an hour, if you can't comprehend the true meaning of this set of sword techniques during this time, then your fate will be irreversible." ”

Song Qiu nodded and took back the whip.

Just like Jiroshen said, he only has fifteen minutes, and he can't waste a minute or a second.

Song Qiu closed his eyes and began to try to recall every move and style in Erlang's divine sword technique.

Dark.

Then the picture emerges.

First, the appearance of the whip appeared in my mind, and then the whip became a sharp knife.

Sharp knives danced in the dark night sky, and silver-white light swayed in the darkness, like a paintbrush drawing beautiful pictures on paper.

Each move turned into a static picture in his mind, and those pictures were strung together by him with thin lines of pearls into a dynamic picture.

He looked up at the starry sky.

Although he couldn't see the graceful starry sky in the sky because of the mirror, a picture of the starry sky was born in his mind, and those pictures with thin lines quietly blended into the stars in the sky.

This stab stabbed at Sirius, and the slash slashed at the edge of Celestial Microstar......

Song Qiu, who had his eyes closed, saw the stars as bright as day.

He raised his whip and danced to the image in his mind.

The galaxy was in the east, and his whip went east, and a river of stars was scattered on the dark ground like pearls, full and beating gently.

The sun and the moon were in the north, and his knife was heading north, and the sun and moon that were closely attached to each other were suddenly broken by a knife, becoming a shining "Ming" character.

In this way, the mirrors, which were stronger than gold and iron, and could not be broken, began to tremble slightly, and then some small fragments began to appear on the edges of the mirrors.

Erlang God looked at Song Qiu's posture as if he was drunk and dancing wildly, and there was both relief and shock in his eyes.

Although he gave Song Qiu a straw, he never thought that Song Qiu would turn this straw into a giant ship that covers the sky.

Has the world changed, or is Song Qiu too different?

Erlang God thought in a daze.

When Erlang God fell into contemplation, Song Qiu's movements did not stop.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the mirror in front of him, and himself in the mirror, raised the whip in his hand, and slashed towards the mirror.

With a click, the mirror surface shattered into pieces like a rift opened by an earthquake, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The crisp sound is especially clear in the silent night sky.