The golden light that appeared at first glance not only blocked Song Zhong's palm, but also produced an extremely strong rebound force, shaking his palm numb!

Song Zhong was shocked in his heart, since he reached the foundation building period, he had never encountered such a thing with a mere innate martial artist.

He looked at it fixedly, and the golden light was actually a golden light shield, which firmly protected Zhao Sidong inside.

"It's ......"

Song Zhong's heart was shocked, although he was only a cultivator in the foundation building period, but in some ancestral classics, he had seen some descriptions of magic weapons, and those descriptions seemed to be completely consistent with the golden light shield he saw in front of him!

He thought it was his own dazzle, how could this be possible, he, a cultivator who built a sevenfold foundation, didn't have a magic weapon to protect himself, and a small innate one-heavy martial artist actually had a magic weapon to protect himself?

This is not scientific!

Zhao Sidong didn't care what he thought in his heart, he took advantage of the short gap when he was stunned to push himself on the ground, his body slid backwards flatly, and then a group of backflips jumped, and with a flip of his wrist, a pill the size of a dragon's eye was stuffed into his mouth, and he swallowed it after a few quick chews.

Pei Yuan Dan!

This is the Pei Yuan Dan that he took the time to use a pressure cooker and a gas stove to refine for a long time before he came, which can heal the internal injuries on his body in a very short time and restore the true qi or true yuan consumed.

This Pei Yuan Dan has a wide range of applications, from ordinary acquired martial artists to cultivators in the Qi refining period, it can be effective - of course, the higher the strength, the weaker the effect after taking Pei Yuan Dan.

Right now, for him, Pei Yuan Dan can be called a holy medicine for treating injuries and an elixir to assist in cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Sidong felt that he had been resurrected in a state full of blood, and at that moment, with a wipe of his hands in front of him, a black spear appeared in his hand!

"Old immortal, come and fight me!" Zhao Sidong held a spear in his hand and roared with a fighting spirit.

Song Zhong's pupils shrank, he was already shocked when he saw Zhao Sidong's shield outside his body just now, and now he was even more surprised when he saw the spear in his hand that appeared out of thin air.

"This ...... How could a martial artist in the Innate Realm have such a means!"

If there is a body protection magic weapon, it can be returned, maybe it is passed down by the elders of the master, this kind of magic weapon can play a role only after dripping blood to recognize the master, even if the owner is an ordinary person, the magic weapon can also take the initiative to play a role.

But this empty-handed transformation is obviously a characteristic of storage magic weapons!

Storage artifacts are extremely rare things among cultivators in the Merge Dao Period, how can they appear on a little guy who is born with a heavy weight?

If he were to be slain, wouldn't that be possible......

A trace of greed surged into his heart, and Song Zhong's eyes flashed with a touch of greed, a touch of killing intent, and he said proudly: "Since you want to die quickly, then the old man will be fulfilled by you!" Let you know that even if you have a magic weapon in your body, the gap in strength is still not negligible!"

As he spoke, he wanted to fight the spear in Zhao Sidong's hand empty-handed.

It's not that he underestimates the enemy, but because ...... He didn't have a storage weapon on him, and he didn't have his own weapon with him!

Of course, then again, with his sevenfold cultivation of building the foundation against the innate one-heavy martial artist, no matter how you look at it, it is also a crushing rhythm.

Zhao Sidong shouted, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous dragon out of a hole, and went straight to his front door.

This move is a combination of virtual and real, if you think it is a real move, Zhao Sidong can make it a false move, and launch a real attack from another angle; if you treat it as a false move, Zhao Sidong can make it a real move, and really target the face door.

Whatever you choose, you may find yourself in a dilemma.

However, this is for the lack of strength Zhao Sidong or the situation comparable to him. For someone like Song Zhong whose strength is far above him, there is no such dilemma, because with his super eyesight, he can easily judge his subtle movements and react correctly in advance.

So Song Zhong sneered, and slashed up from the side with a palm, slashing heavily at the part that was combined with the body of the gun under the head of the gun.

Keng――

The spear was split to the side, but the head of the spear was not split off as Song Zhong wished.

He frowned, he thought that this spear was just an ordinary wooden barrel, but he found out that it was actually made of metal under the palm just now!

However, the spear has never been made of metal to create the body of the spear, because the metal body of the spear will make it impossible for the person who uses the spear to play the 'magic' and 'trembling' tricks of the spear, which greatly limits the strength of the person who uses the spear. Only spears that look similar to spears will use metal to build their spear bodies - such as Meng Zhang Fei during the Three Kingdoms period, and the Zhangba snake spear in his palm was made of Xuanyin black iron.

However, there is no room for distraction on the battlefield, even if the strength is far superior to that of the opponent, so Song Zhong did not think deeply, and then waved his palm towards Zhao Sidong.

The two of you come and go, splitting the gun, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten moves have been dismantled.

The more Song Zhong fought, the more frightened he became, if it was about skill, Zhao Sidong, who was born with a heavy heart, was not his opponent at all, but Zhao Sidong was able to make up for this weakness with his brilliant marksmanship, and he could always attack the enemy to save him, so that he had to return to save himself and give up the opportunity to injure Zhao Sidong.

"What is the origin of this kid, judging by his age is only forty or fifty, how can he have such rich combat experience! The one who can teach him must not be an ordinary person...... No, this son can't spare his life, he must be killed!"

As soon as he thought of this, the killing intent in Song Zhong's heart became more and more intense.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds, and Song Zhong began to become a little irritable.

Every time he slashed Zhao Sidong's spear to the side with heavy palm force and wanted to step forward to kill him, Zhao Sidong could always bring the spear back at an unbelievable angle, not only preventing his attack, but also forcing him to retreat!

Facing a young junior whose cultivation is far lower than his own, he will not be able to fight for a long time, and it is conceivable how bad Song Zhong's mood is.

Finally, he exploded in anger!

After forcing Zhao Sidong back with one palm, Song Zhong let out a long roar, injured his arm, and quickly grabbed Zhao Sidong's head, there was a sound of wind and thunder between his five fingers, and the strong wind was suffocating.

Gu Wu - Nine Yin God Catch!

Zhao Sidong's expression was awe-inspiring, he saw the killing intent contained in this grasp, although he had seen countless clever martial arts moves in his previous life, but now he is just a congenital martial artist, facing a cultivator whose strength is far above him, if he is a little careless, he is very likely to end up with a dead end!

Now it's not as good as in the previous life, there are primordial gods who can gather souls together, and as long as there are suitable conditions, they can cultivate their physical bodies again. Or just find a body you like to take away what you possess.

If he is killed by Song Zhong now, he can only be scattered forever and dissipate between heaven and earth!

Don't forget, the fairy world has been relocated to other dimensions as a whole, so the underworld in charge of the soul has also been moved, and now on the earth, after people die, it will be like a lamp going out, and the soul will not enter reincarnation, and there will never be a day of rebirth!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Sidong put the spear back and crossed it in front of his chest, held the body of the spear with his left hand, and shook the tail of the spear with his right hand.

A sinister smile hung on the corner of Song Zhong's mouth, ignoring the heavy gun shadows he conjured, and grabbed it with a scream with one claw.

"Not good!"

Zhao Sidong's heart froze, and he found something wrong in an instant-Song Zhong's seemingly dangerous grasp turned out to be just a phantom!

The alarm in his heart soared, and before he had time to think about it, he turned to the side.

Almost as soon as he dodged, a powerful claw grazed his left arm, and if he hadn't dodged and stood still, this grasp would have pierced his heart directly from behind!

Cold sweat trickled down, Zhao Sidong didn't care about looking back, the spear was on the ground, and the person had bounced away like a grasshopper, and after changing direction several times in a row, he took out the gap and turned around.

I saw that Song Zhong stood in the position where he was standing before and did not chase after him, his face was a little strange, he couldn't say whether it was anger or surprise, he stood five feet away and looked at himself fixedly.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Young man, don't fool the old man with what he said before, it's better to tell the truth, maybe the old man can consider letting you go." After Song Zhong paused, he said in a deep voice: "If you are obsessed and really think that the old man can't clean you up, then don't blame the old man for being cruel to you!"

Of course, Zhao Sidong would not be confused by his pretentious posture, and sneered at the moment: "Old man Song, you don't want to fool me with this kind of nonsense again, I am not a fledgling chick anymore, do you think I will believe it, are you willing to let me go of such nonsense? If you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't want to fight again, then go back to your own home, find your own mother, anyway, you and I have no conflict of interest, you don't need to work so hard." ”

Hearing him say this, Song Zhong slowly shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you will not die if you don't see the Yellow River, and you won't shed tears if you don't see the coffin!

As he spoke, he raised his left hand, and with the fingers of his right hand lightly swiped on the palm of his hand, forcing out a blood arrow, and then his right hand quickly drew a strange symbol with the blood arrow in the air, and shouted in his mouth: "Hurry!"

Suddenly, a blood-colored light rose from his top door, and with a flicker in the wind, it turned into a black parchment scroll, on which there seemed to be a pattern drawn with blood, which looked extremely strange.

After releasing this parchment scroll, Song Zhong's body was also wrapped in a faint blood mist, his eyes flashed with blood-red light, and he said in a dumb voice: "Boy, breathe the last air of your life to your heart's content, and soon you will enter the world of the Blood Floating Massacre!"

Bloody Massacre?

Zhao Sidong quickly understood that this should be the name of the parchment scroll, although he couldn't understand what was drawn on it, but it wouldn't be something friendly after all.

Before he could ask, the sudden red light in front of him stabbed his eyes and closed his eyes involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer standing on the hillside, but in the middle of a tall, gloomy palace!