sword from heaven

Chapter 279
Du Luo cupped his fists and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Song!"

Song Yunge waved his hand: "Can this Yukong Palace be captured?"

"Impossible." Du Luo shook his head and said, "Young Master Song, you don't think that the four great celestial envoys are their strongest power, do you?"

"no--?"

"If they are chasing and killing you, they are the strongest, but if you want to attack Yukong Temple, then they are not the strongest. Most of the retired disciples of Yukong Temple in the past have not died."

"Have you stepped into the Sword God?"

"The realm of divine knowledge?...No."

"That's it!"

"But they only missed the door. Once they work hard, they can barely step into the knowledge of the gods."

"But it's not the real sword god after all!"

"...Yes." Du Luo nodded helplessly: "No matter how close to the knowledge of the gods, it is indeed not the knowledge of the gods."

"That's it!" Song Yunge smiled: "Stand back, and see how I deal with Yukong Palace!"

"Be careful." Du Luo cupped his fists and waved his hands.

Everyone retreated hurriedly and hid in a pine forest on the top of the mountain.

These pine trees have withstood the blowing of the sea wind and the strong wind, and each tree has cracked bark and looks tragic.

Song Yunge stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the cliff, and letting the sea breeze blow the red robe.

It was as if there were red snakes swimming in the sea, the sky was magnificent and unreal, and it made Song Yunge's handsome face red.

He raised his sword eyebrows lightly, and said with a light smile: "Come out, all the top masters of your Yukong Palace, come out, today we will wipe out your Yukong Palace!"

"Arrogance!" A broken drink exploded in the sky, and the waves seemed to be affected by it, stopping for a while.

A white figure hangs down from the sky, standing in the void opposite Song Yunge, it is a middle-aged red-faced man.

He is of medium stature and looks mediocre, only his face is distinctive, it is red as if painted with cinnabar, a little darker than Song Yunge's red robe.

Song Yunge shook his head: "You are not the sword god, nor my opponent!"

"Then take a look!" The red-faced middle-aged man pressed his palms together.

He was more than 50 meters away from the sea surface, and a vortex suddenly appeared in the sea surface, and he raised his palms.

A huge wave rose into the sky and rushed towards Song Yunge.

Song Yunge flicked the red robe.

"Boom!" Amidst the muffled sound, the huge waves rolled back.

After he devoured the four great celestial envoys, he was proficient in all martial arts in Yukong Palace.

This trick is the water control technique, which is a derivative method of the sky sword. There are flying knives hidden in the sea water.

Ordinary people are often deceived by the waves, blindly guarding against the soaring waves, ignoring a flying knife hidden in the waves.

Often, when the wave is blocked, and when he relaxes, the flying knife suddenly arrives, and the sneak attack succeeds.

The face of the red-faced middle-aged man changed slightly.

The waves rolled back, and the throwing knife in the waves also lost control and rushed towards him suddenly.

He quickly dodges.

But he couldn't dodge it, the flying knife suddenly accelerated, rushed into the center of his eyebrows, and came out from the back of his head.

Song Yunge shook his head, and raised his voice, "It's better not to shame this kind of stuff!"

He pulled the soul of the red-faced middle-aged man into the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman, and the Inanimate Sutra worked simultaneously to quickly decompose it into spiritual power and memory.

He knew the identity of this person, but he was the guard in front of the palace, he was a ghost, and he was only a step away from God's knowledge.

There are countless masters like this in Yukong Temple, and they have all reached the top. They have no way forward and can only struggle hard.

"Hall Master, let's set up a big formation!" A leisurely voice sounded: "It seems that it is indeed worth all of us dispatching!"

"Well, let's set up the formation." A clear voice sounded.

Immediately, white figures floated down from the palace complex, fluttering in the air like fluffy catkins and falling to the surface of the sea.

They stepped on the surface of the sea like walking on flat ground.

A total of 86 figures stood on the sea surface, forming a circle, gently undulating with the waves.

Song Yunge looked at these 86 figures, some were old and some were young, some were tall and some were short, the only thing in common was that all of them were ghosts, that is, the realm of Sword Emperor.

They are all top masters who can't step into the realm of the sword god because they missed the door. Yukongdian is worthy of Yukongdian.

Song Yunge estimated that even if all the masters at the Sword Emperor level of the six sects were combined, there would not be so many.

Standing in the center of the circle is an elegant middle-aged man, wearing a white robe, with a face like a crown jade, handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Holding a small palace in his left hand, he said softly: "You are Song Yunge from Tianyue Mountain?"

The small palace is about the size of a palm, exquisite and exquisite, like a toy, emitting a brilliant golden light in the setting sun.

"It's me." Song Yunge stood in the void and looked down at them: "Master Lu, did you expect us to meet so soon?"

"This seat really didn't expect it." Lu Zhicheng nodded lightly: "With such courage, no wonder he was able to break through to the realm of the sword god. He really didn't take the usual path! Song Yunge?!"

Song Yunge smiled, but did not agree.

Lu Zhicheng shouted: "Song Yunge!"

Song Yunge said: "Master Lu, if I agree, this Yukong Palace will directly hurt my soul, right?"

"Huh?" Lu Zhicheng frowned and looked at him.

This is the top secret of Yukong Palace, and no one knows about the disciples in the palace, except for the four great empty envoys.

How could he know this secret? !
Song Yunge said: "Master Lu, you underestimate the people of the world, there are still some treasures like this in the world!"

"What else?!" Lu Zhicheng shook his head and said, "Don't lie to me, but I have never heard of such a treasure."

Song Yunge smiled: "That's Dianzhu Lu, you are ignorant, I don't know the power of the Tianhai Yukong Chaos Formation, goodbye!"

After saying that, he dodged for a hundred meters, and then retreated again, and he had already flown to the other side of the cliff, drifting away along the mountain range.

"Song Yunge, it's not so easy to escape!" Lu Zhicheng raised his voice, "Let's fight!"

"Boom!" There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Within a radius of ten miles, dark clouds quickly gathered, thunder roared several times in the blink of an eye, and then heavy rain poured down.

Song Yunge couldn't get out of the range of the heavy rain.

When the heavy rain came, suddenly the air was pulled, and the invisible force grabbed him, and his body could not move.

"Get up!" There was a shout in his ear, as if it sounded from the bottom of his heart, and his body flew up.

The foreground quickly retreated, and he fell on his back to the sea.

The surface of the sea was like a green field, and it was soft and elastic when it fell on it. Then he lay on his back on the surface of the sea, as if sliding on ice.

The red glow of the sky was completely blocked by dark clouds, and raindrops like soybeans kept falling down, hitting his face.

Song Yunge smiled, what a chaotic formation of Haitian Yukong, it is really amazing.

His strength seemed insignificant in front of this force, and he watched helplessly as he flew to the center of the crowd, to Lu Zhicheng who was supporting a small golden palace.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng stopped drinking again.

This sound is like a bronze bell, ringing in my ears.

He felt an impulse in an instant, wanting to say yes.

But the powerful spiritual force reacted immediately, suppressed this impulse, and shut his mouth tightly.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng stopped drinking again, the voice was louder, and the power to shake the mind was stronger.

Song Yunge still clenched his teeth, but showed a struggling expression, as if he was going to be unable to hold on soon.

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