Modify Date:2014-03-0423:29:41162.Chapter 162 The Great Tribulation of the Song Family

Zhao Sidong stopped his steps and looked at the dozen or so white-haired old men flying across the street.

The Song family has been inherited for hundreds of years, and naturally it is impossible for only one master like Song Zhong to sit in the family.

In fact, if it weren't for the last time Zhao Sidong secretly infiltrated just in time for Song Zhong to come out of the retreat, just with those children of the Song family who were below the foundation building period, it would definitely be impossible to find out his secret infiltration.

But today is different, the main gate of the Song family village was smashed, the movement was not small, coupled with the sound of the warning gong, except for a very small number of people who sat on the death pass, almost all the Song family masters who were in retreat and cultivation heard it and rushed out.

On the contrary, Song Zhong, the number one master of the Song family who built the seven-fold foundation, did not appear, of course he was not sitting on the death pass, but it happened that he was in a depressed mood today, so he went to a valley more than ten miles away to meditate, so he did not hear the movement made by Zhao Sidong.

In addition to Song Zhong, the second master of the Song family only has the cultivation of building a heavy foundation, and Zhao Sidong can see that this heavy foundation building is already his limit, because this person's life span is about to end, if he fights again, it is estimated that he can live for another three or five months at most.

In addition, all of them are in the innate realm, from the innate one to the innate great perfection, there are all levels.

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Seeing such a combination of strength, Zhao Sidong couldn't help laughing - using such a group of people as opponents is completely giving away points!

"Who is coming, who dares to destroy the gate of my Song family, don't hurry up and arrest it!"

Hearing such a brain-dead opening remark, Zhao Sidong couldn't even think of coping with it, and directly gestured twice with the middle fingers of the hands stretched out on the opposite side.

This gesture, which can be called an international standard, has hit a wall here.

"Third uncle, what kind of sect does this son's gesture represent, how can I not be impressed at all!"

"Hey, could it be that this is the gesture of the Huaihe Gang...... But it feels like there's something different. ”

"Seventh Grandpa, you are very well-informed, you may recognize him, what does this mean?"

"Well, although the old man recognizes the gestures of various families and factions on the south, north, and six green forest roads, but the gestures of this son are different from all the families, so the old man can't judge which ......."

"Ah, even if you can't recognize you, then it's even more impossible for me and other juniors to know. ”

Zhao Sidong listened to the other party's conversation in his ears painfully, and sighed: "It seems that Alzheimer's disease is really contagious......"

Finally, one of the patrol members who had been slightly injured couldn't help but exclaim, "That's a curse gesture, which roughly means 'me'!"

"......" The more than ten white-haired old men looked at each other speechlessly.

Then, they all glared at Zhao Sidong and poured their anger on him.

"Dare to come to my Songjiazhuang to provoke, destroy my gate, and dare to be disrespectful to the elders, it is really a crime that deserves death, wait for me to take him down first!"

An old man in a gray robe jumped out, cast the eight-step cicada body method passed down by the Song family from Wudang, rushed to Zhao Sidong's body like lightning, and reached out to his throat with a cruel smile, wanting to capture him.

Seeing that his hand successfully clasped Zhao Sidong's throat, the next moment he pulled his strength back, but was surprised to find that the young intruder who was holding his throat did not move at all, and was still standing there steadily.

Losing face in front of many of your own family members is very uncomfortable.

So he changed his mind and no longer wanted to capture him alive, but directly killed the intruder with a dead hand!

Zhao Sidong had a sneer on his face, his hands behind his back, and he looked at him quietly, watching him change from trying to capture himself alive to trying to kill himself.

At this time, Zhao Sidong suddenly moved, facing the palm that slapped his chest, and did not retreat but spun his body, and directly hit the other party's arms.

"Thief dares!"

Another black-robed old man roared angrily, and stepped forward to catch the gray-robed old man who was temporarily incapacitated, but when he landed, he couldn't control Deng Deng, who took three steps back, each step seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and directly stepped on a series of footprints that were inches deep on the ground paved with bluestone slabs!

The two people of the Song family showed an invincible trend in a row, and this time Zhao Sidong's alarm level in the other party's heart automatically rose several notches.

Because the gray-robed old man he had injured just now was an innate two-fold cultivator, and the black-robed old man who flew to catch him was an innate four-fold cultivator.

The martial artist who can easily suppress the innate fourfold cultivation means that Zhao Sidong also has at least six or more innate cultivation!

And in addition to Song Zhong, the ancestor of the seven-fold foundation of the Song family, and the first-fold ancestor of the foundation building that can't be easily attacked, there are only seven people whose strength is higher than the innate sixfold: two congenital sixfold, two congenital sevenfold, one congenital eightfold, one congenital ninefold, and one congenital Great Perfection.

And among these seven people, the one who is congenital Great Perfection is also about to end his life, and his days are short, if he fights with all his might, he can live for about half a year at most.

Therefore, in the camp of the Song family, the atmosphere began to become heavy.

A person who can suppress the innate quadruple, at least the congenital sixfold, this is right.

But it doesn't mean that the strength of the invaders is only innate sixfold, if you misestimate the enemy's strength, it is tantamount to digging your own grave!

Seeing that the other party had become more cautious, Zhao Sidong smiled faintly.

Song Zhong was not present, just with these people in front of him, no matter how careful and cautious they were, they couldn't change the huge gap in strength between the two sides - between the innate and the foundation, there were completely two completely different realms.

So he didn't bother to say any more nonsense, he directly bullied forward, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, he easily beat the group of Song family elders in the innate realm to pieces, and they all fell to the ground and spurted blood.

The only ones who could still stand were the two who were about to die.

Zhao Sidong stretched out his finger and nodded at the two of them, "If it weren't for the fact that the two of you don't have much life, you wouldn't be able to escape the fate of spurting blood at this moment!"

The two of them were silent, knowing that what he said was not a big word.

The white-robed old man with a heavy foundation asked sadly: "I don't know what kind of hatred Your Excellency has with my Song family, so you have to wait for me to be so heavy-handed?"

Heavy hand?

Zhao Sidong laughed, "Of course there is a deep hatred, some time ago I was beaten by your ancestor Song Zhong and spurted blood, and I fled away like a mouse to save my life." Now come back to settle accounts with him, and I'll collect some interest on you old immortals first!"

Hearing this, the white-robed old man of the Congenital Great Perfection sneered, "It turns out that you only dare to come over and make trouble while my ancestor is away......

Zhao Sidong looked at him funny, "I haven't made an appointment with you before, how would I know that Song Zhong's old thing is not there? You said that I came all the way over, and I can't let me run in vain and return empty-handed, right? ”

The white-robed old man who had built a heavy foundation was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed happily: "In this way, your progress must be great, otherwise it is impossible not to inquire about the whereabouts of my ancestor in advance...... I'm sorry to tell you that my ancestor is already on the way back, unless you are caught now, you will only be beaten by my ancestor until you vomit blood!"

Zhao Sidong didn't look surprised at all, and said with a faint smile: "If I'm afraid of him, how can I take the initiative to throw myself into the net?" But the two of you, instead of saying thank you for the mercy of my subordinates, you still want to drag me down...... Okay, now that your purpose has been accomplished, and I've been held back, I wonder what you have to say?"

The two white-robed old men sneered in unison and stopped talking.

Zhao Sidong also ignored the two of them anymore and looked back into the distance.

Because he had sensed a powerful aura hurrying towards him.

That breath was very familiar, it was Song Zhong.

The sevenfold immortal cultivator who built the foundation, under the full sprint, the speed was absolutely extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Song Zhong, who was full of anger, had already appeared in the courtyard with a flying sword-shaped magic weapon, and when he saw Zhao Sidong standing there, he didn't even bother to say a word, and directly rushed over and swung his sword and slashed!

"Old immortal, you don't use the flying sword like this!"

Zhao Sidong dodged his attack very quickly, and in his heart, the flying sword that had humped him here rose from the top door, turned into a faint golden brilliance and circled around Zhao Sidong twice, and at any time under the command of his divine sense, he directly attacked Song Zhong!

Song Zhong was greatly surprised in his heart, the last time he fought, it was just an innate realm, how could he become a foundation building stage immortal cultivator who could use flying swords in a blink of an eye?

"Even if you have reached the foundation building period, the old man will leave you behind today!" Song Zhong, who had been holding back his strength, didn't think much about it, pinched the magic trick in his hand, raised his hand and released his flying sword, blocking Zhao Sidong's abrupt stab.

The two flying swords struck back and forth in the air, constantly making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Although the sound didn't sound too loud, it penetrated into the ears of everyone present like a magic sound, and almost everyone was made impetuous by this sound, their breathing was disordered, and there were at most twenty or thirty percent left of their cultivation!

At the moment when they saw Zhao Sidong sacrifice the flying sword, everyone in the Song family fell silent.

Naturally, they all knew that the one who could sacrifice the flying sword to the enemy should at least be an immortal cultivator who had built a heavy foundation and above!

Such a young immortal cultivator is simply cheating!

Since the late age of the ancestor Song Yuanqiao, the Song family has been constantly studying how to cultivate into immortals, and combined with the various Taoist materials treasured in the Wudang faction, they have also roughly explored a little famous.

In particular, Song Yuanqiao's master Zhang Zhenren entered the Tao with martial arts and successfully stepped into the immortal path and soared away, which gave the Song family infinite motivation - example is the source of strength!

After the flying swords circled in the air and fought for a while, Zhao Sidong considered that there were satellites in the sky, and if this scene was photographed, the forces would be targeted.

So he didn't want to go on like this slowly, but wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.

The battle is a matter for both sides, and it is said that there is no way for a single party to decide, but Zhao Sidong has his own way.

While manipulating the flying sword to fight, he shook his body and rushed towards Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was suddenly shocked in his heart, with his sevenfold cultivation of foundation building, he didn't dare to be distracted when he was manipulating the flying sword to fight, is this kid crazy, what does he want to do?

Zhao Sidong's thoughts were quickly seen by everyone.

He flashed in front of Song Zhong, who didn't dare to be distracted, and raised his hand to slap Song Zhong's old face hard!

Burst......

Shocked, ashamed and annoyed, Song Zhong couldn't control his body and had to fly backwards with a blood mist.

Bang -

Boom Boom

Song Zhong's body slammed into the wall of a house, not only directly shattering that wall, but also directly shattering the entire house!

A large pile of rotten wood and broken bricks smashed down on his face and buried him underneath.

This unexpected change directly made all the people of the Song family present collectively speechless.

The current spiritual pillar of the Song family, the ancestor Song Zhong, who has lived for hundreds of years and has the sevenfold cultivation of the foundation, was slapped in the face and beaten like a dog! Moreover, after collapsing a house, there was no movement at all, which made them wonder if the ancestor had already hung up?

Zhao Sidong didn't think that Song Zhong would hang up so easily, he was a seven-fold immortal cultivator who built a foundation!

Song Zhong, who has long been beyond the mortal level, can't be smashed to death even if he is crushed by a twenty-story building, let alone just an ancient bungalow.

In the silence, there was a sudden movement in one part of the ruins, and a few broken bricks rolled to the side.

Zhao Sidong's consciousness swept away, and below was the old thing Song Zhong struggling.

After a few consecutive movements, as if testing the weight on it, after a moment of silence, Song Zhong's position suddenly made a bang, and pieces of broken bricks, broken tiles, bricks and wood flew away in all directions!

Zhao Sidong's mind moved, and a shield rose outside his body, firmly protecting him like a condom.

As for those Song families, they were not so lucky.

It's okay to hide quickly, but it's miserable to react a little slower for half a beat.

A lump was hit on the head, the bones on his arm and body were broken, and even the most unlucky old guy didn't pay attention when he was dodging, and the two or two pieces of meat under his crotch were hit by a broken brick, which directly broke his eggs, and he roared on the spot, and then fainted!

Song Zhong, who was disheveled and embarrassed, jumped out from under the rubble, and stared at Zhao Sidong with a pair of eyes full of resentment.

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