Song Zhong looked at the flying boat with a puzzled face, looking puzzled. Seeing this, the cold madman on the opposite side immediately sneered: "What, can't you recognize it?"

"This?" Song Zhong pointed to the strange flying boat and frowned: "It's familiar, it's very similar to the Sword Mound Shenzhou of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, but I haven't seen it before!"

"Haha, idiot, this is the Sword Shrine Flying Boat!" the cold madman couldn't help but laugh maniacally.

"What? It's the Sword Shrine Flying Boat, how did it become like this?" Song Zhong was taken aback, then suddenly glanced at the almost transparent cold madman, and frowned: "And you, obviously you have already passed the thunder seven times and gave birth to a physical body, how can you suddenly make this virtue of not being a human being and not a ghost?"

"Isn't this all forced by you?" said the cold madman hatefully: "The old lady has been cultivating the real world for tens of thousands of years, and she has been rampant, when has she ever been punched down by a junior? I will never forget the humiliation you gave me in my life!"

"Cut, as for it?" Song Zhong pouted disdainfully: "The so-called back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves are shot to death on the beach! You are all old, and it is inevitable to be replaced by young people, so why should you be so careful!"

"It doesn't matter if others rely on tens of thousands of years of cultivation to surpass me, but you, a little kid who has only cultivated for a few hundred years, why should you slap me, a scattered immortal who has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years, to death?

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed!" Song Zhong shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Even if you become this picture now, you are really not qualified to make me bow down!"

At this moment, another voice suddenly came, "Haha, what if you add the old man?"

Song Zhong twisted his face to look at the place where the sound came from, and found a looming red phantom suddenly emerging from the strange flying boat.

Song Zhong looked at it carefully, and was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out to be another acquaintance, isn't this the Ancestor of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect Shocking Sword? Strange, weren't you abolished by me? Why did you suddenly become such a person who is not a human or a ghost?"

"No matter what it becomes, as long as I can kill you, I don't care!" said the earth-shattering sword through gritted teeth.

"Really?" Song Zhong didn't reply in a hurry, he used the Chaos Heavenly Eye unique to the Chaos Giant Spirit Clan, carefully glanced at the body of the Heaven-shattering Sword, and then exclaimed: "What a big grievance, how many people have you killed?"

"Who knows?" said indifferently with a shocking sword: "In order to sacrifice 12 Asura Heavenly Demon Blood Blades, I slaughtered several mortals in the Spirit Realm before I could gather enough blood. ”

"Damn!" Song Zhong's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he said angrily: "So, all the mortals who have disappeared from the mortal world recently are all you making trouble?"

Shocking Sword didn't answer this question head-on, but just smiled mysteriously and said, "You will know the answer to this, but now, it seems that you should first satisfy the wish of the cold madman Daoist and fight her to the death!"

"Song Zhong, come on, get out of your turtle shell and fight with me! Let the old lady see what progress you have made in the past three hundred years!" said the cold madman, and started his posture.

But Song Zhong didn't rush to make a move, but kept looking at the sword mound flying boat with the Chaos Heavenly Eye. Because he suddenly felt a powerful immortal qi fluctuation, faintly seeping out of it.

This immortal aura is pure and majestic, and it is completely different from the boundless evil aura exuded from the Sword Shrine Flying Boat, and it is clearly two diametrically opposed forces. The so-called good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and these two forces obviously cannot appear in the same person, so Song Zhong suspects that there are others hidden on this sword mound flying boat.

So, Song Zhong asked directly: "Shocking sword, are there still some unsightly friends in your sword mound flying boat?"

"Haha!" Before the earth-shattering sword could reply, a loud voice came from the sword mound flying boat, "Friends are friends, but we are not unsightly!"

As he spoke, five figures flew out of the Sword Shrine Flying Boat. It is the Lantian Dao people and the four brothers of the Xuanwu clan. After they appeared, the immortal qi in the Sword Shrine Flying Boat fluctuated slightly, and then gradually disappeared.

Song Zhong didn't pay much attention to this detail, and all his energy was focused on the five uninvited guests.

"Judging by your momentum, you shouldn't be ordinary people, right?" Song Zhong sneered: "I just don't know if I can tell the name?"

"Of course!" Lantian Daoist smiled: "In the Lower Lantian Daoist, those four are the masters of the Xuanwu clan!"

Obviously, Lantian Dao people played a trick here and did not introduce their origins. It is clear that he wants to leave a way back for himself.

But unfortunately, his little abacus was seen through by a shocking sword, and the old guy sneered unceremoniously: "This Lantian Daoist is from Xuantian ~ Dao Sect!"

In the breath of the earth-shattering sword, the focus was on the origin of the Lantian Daoist, which made the Lantian Daoist extremely embarrassed.

And Song Zhong's face finally changed, and then he sneered: "Okay, well, the cold madman represents the Xuanji Dao Sect, the Heaven-shattering Sword represents the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, and the four Xuanwu brothers represent the Xuanwu clan, and this Lantian Daoist is actually a member of the Xuantian Dao Sect! It seems that I have really come to the right place this time! I can actually meet five immortals at once in such a place where birds don't, what a 'coincidence'!"

Of course, Lantian Daoren and the others knew that Song Zhong was talking the opposite, and they couldn't help but blush. Anyway, these people all have identities after all, and let them plot against a junior, and they feel very awkward, even unwilling. But the teacher's order is difficult to disobey, and no matter how unhappy they are, they can only come. Now that Song Zhong is secretly satirizing, several people naturally seem a little uncomfortable!

Fortunately, the cold madman spoke up and said: "Song Zhong, you don't talk about cool things." This time it was the old lady who asked you to come out to duel, they are just the people I invited to be a witness, don't worry, when we fight in a while, they promise not to do it!"

"Is that so, then I ask you, after I beat you down, can they watch me go without stopping me?" Song Zhong asked with a sneer.

"Ahem!" the cold madman coughed slightly embarrassed, and then said with a red face: "That's their business, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Damn!" Song Zhong couldn't help but scold: "Cold madman, I thought you were a cheerful man, and you wouldn't secretly make a trick." But who would have thought, I misbelieved you, you dead girl, you are just a shameless sword man!"

In the face of Song Zhong's scolding, the cold madman was surprisingly lifeless, but said lightly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves!"

"You~" When Song Zhong heard this, he was speechless. He finally understood what was going on, it must have been the pressure exerted by the elders of the Han Maniac's family, forcing her to obey, but in fact, she was extremely reluctant to do so. It is precisely because of this guilt that she was embarrassed to refute when she was scolded by Song Zhong, which shows that she is also a poor person!

Song Zhong is an iron-clad and tender pure man, although he was framed by this woman, he is not willing to deal with this kind of pitiful guy who can't help himself. I could only scold helplessly for being unlucky, and then sneered: "Everyone, congratulations, you successfully deceived me, but although I, Song Zhong, have fallen into the trap, I am not so easy to bully." If you let me get out alive, hehe, I'll let your human Dao system flow like a river of blood!"

In the face of Song Zhong's murderous threat, several people couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. Lantian Dao people are even more subconsciously about to launch a siege.

But the cold madman suddenly preemptively said: "Song Zhong, you don't talk nonsense." Anyway, I invited you to a duel this time. We have to finish this fight first!"

"Hmph!" When Song Zhong heard this, he immediately snorted coldly, and then directly flashed from the Thunder Divine Boat to a place only a few hundred feet in front of the cold madman, and sneered: "Okay, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you first!"

"Hmph, you are also worthy!" The cold madman sneered, and then said directly: "Eat the old lady's slap and then say!"

As soon as the cold madman's voice fell, her whole figure disappeared. It's not teleportation, it's a manifestation of flying at extreme speed.

Song Zhong had never seen anyone increase his speed to such a terrifying level, even when he exploded with all his Chaos True Body, it was nothing more than that. But at that time, his outburst could only be in one direction, and he had to step on the ground every time to be able to disguise. But the cold madman is completely different, she is like a ghost, floating in any direction, and she can't see her coming at all, only a vague white shadow.

Seeing this situation, Song Zhong immediately became nervous, and hurriedly subconsciously protected his hands in front of his chest, but there was a soft snap behind him, and he was already slapped by the cold madman.

Although Song Zhong at this time was not the prototype of the Chaos Giant, but transformed into the appearance of an ordinary person, his defense was still perverted to the extreme, and he was fine when the idle immortal weapon was smashed.

But under the slap of the cold madman, Song Zhong was stunned and flew up in the air, and a thick layer of frost appeared on his body in an instant. For a while, Song Zhong felt like falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body was so cold that he couldn't use his hands and feet.

But the cold madman was unforgiving, and in the process of Song Zhong being slapped away, he chased after him closely, and he was slammed into his face.

Although Song Zhong tried his best to resist, it was to no avail. I have to say that in terms of hand-to-hand combat skills, Song Zhong is not a little worse than the cold madman who has invaded the silver palm method for tens of thousands of years. Song Zhong is actually better at breaking through ten wisdoms with one force, and does not pursue exquisiteness. As a result, this time, under the Han Maniac's exquisite and near-perfect palm technique, he suffered a big loss. Since the first slap was slapped, he has no power to fight back, and he was slapped more than a dozen times by the cold madman in a row. The cold air almost turned Song Zhong into an ice tuo.

Seeing that Song Zhong had no power to fight back, Lantian Daoren and the others all showed excited smiles on their faces. The Xuanwu boss couldn't help but sneer: "This is the helpless Song Zhong? I think that's it? I can't even beat a woman, what qualifications do you have to be the king and dominate in front of us?"

Lantian Daoren couldn't help but laugh and said: "Yes, it seems that this guy is just a waste of fame, and all our preparations have been done in vain!"

But after hearing this, he couldn't help but sneer: "You can't help but underestimate Song Zhong too much? Although the cold madman's palm technique is sharp, do you see that she really caused any damage to Song Zhong? The current cold madman has already come up with the strongest attack, although he was surprised and beat Song Zhong very embarrassed, but you don't forget that Song Zhong is a Chaos Giant Spirit Clan, and he has not even revealed his true body now, so he clearly has no real ability!"

"This~" As soon as Lantian Daoren and the others heard this, they came to their senses.

Looking back at the battlefield, Song Zhong, who was extremely embarrassed, finally couldn't help it. He originally thought that he could defeat the cold madman again in this state, but he didn't expect that he would underestimate the enemy. After this cold madman has undergone a lot of changes, his strength has skyrocketed to this state, especially the supernatural body method, which is like a ghost, Song Zhong's fists danced wildly, but he couldn't even touch the edge.

And the cold madman has a very cheap mouth, and after gaining power, while beating Song Zhong, he laughed and scolded angrily: "Stinky boy, don't you want to shoot the back wave to death? You shoot me? You give me a wave? Let's see if you shoot me to death, or the old lady will beat you to death!"

The cold madman scolded and slapped Song Zhong at the same time. With her lightning-fast speed, in just a blink of an eye, she slapped dozens of times, and Song Zhong couldn't find the north!

Song Zhong is such a big person, how can he ever be insulted like this? After the two fists counterattacked again and again to no avail, and provoked a hard beating, Song Zhong finally became completely angry, he no longer played fist and foot techniques with the cold madman, so the surname Suo put away his fists, and then directly roared: "Get out!"

With Song Zhong's roar, a purple flame erupted from Song Zhong's body with a bang. It's a gorgeous, pure purple flame that's as beautiful as it is dangerous.

The huge flames enveloped the area of thousands of zhang around Song Zhong in an instant, and the flames were put away as soon as they were released, but when they were put away, Song Zhong had already turned into a giant 120 zhang tall, revealing his true body as a Chaos Djinn.

And the cold madman suffered an unprecedented blow in this purple fire explosion. Although when Song Zhong roared, she felt bad and moved away from Song Zhong as quickly as possible. It's a pity that the purple flames burst out too quickly, too suddenly. So much so that a little spark still rubbed against the fingers of the cold maniac's right hand.

(To be continued)