sword from heaven

Chapter 317 Heavenly Devour (fourth update)
"It's Song Yunge!"

"It must be Song Yunge!"

"Hide!"

There was a sound of angry shouting, and then the young men in white dodged one after another and retreated into the house, preventing Song Yunge from seeing themselves.

Among the white-clothed youths who broke into Shichang's mansion, a few escaped by chance. Song Yunge hurried to help the army's main mansion, and had no time to pay attention to them, letting them live.

These people knew Song Yunge's methods, and when they saw the flying knife, they immediately thought of Song Yunge.

And the one who dares to come to the City Lord's Mansion to be presumptuous is probably only someone as powerful as Song Yunge.

When Song Yunge shot the throwing knives, he was thinking about a question.

The fact that he became a sword god was only spread in a small area, and very few people knew about it.

Why did the City Lord's Mansion know that he was the sword god, so he arranged special experts to deal with him.

You don't need to think too much to know that there must be a master of the imperial court in the core of the six major sects, and they are well-informed.

That being the case, even if the imperial court knew the details and strength of the Six Great Sects, and dared to go to war, it was naturally strong enough to crush them.

The next moment he appeared in the outer courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, where the youths in white lived and practiced.

What he is using is the Yin-Yang Art of Kongtian, which can transform reality and reality, and when combined with his Yukong Palace, it is really invincible.

He appeared suddenly, and a terrified roar sounded: "Too much bullying, kill him!"

"kill--!"

The roar was endless, and dozens of young men in white clothes rushed out in a formation, swinging their knives like lightning.

Song Yunge's figure flashed behind them, and streaks of white light shot out, not allowing them to dodge.

Several youths in white fell down.

The youths in white immediately formed a circle with their backs touching each other, not giving Song Yunge room to sneak attack.

Back to back, they were determined in their hearts, and their eyes shot out an angry cold light, wishing to cut Song Yunge into pieces.

They are proud and arrogant, they practice hard and their sword skills are superb, they feel that the six sects are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs, and they have never suffered such a big loss.

"嗤嗤嗤嗤..." A streak of white light directly crossed their saber lights and penetrated between their eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen young men in white clothes fell down slowly.

The circle formed by the crowd gradually shrank, from a diameter of more than ten meters to a diameter of two meters.

Song Yunge was unpredictable, their footsteps seemed clumsy and slow, and they were slaughtered without any resistance.

One knife at a time, no one fell through, and no one was spared.

Despair slowly accumulated in their hearts. Every time a companion died, the despair increased by one point. When there were only nine people left, they finally collapsed.

"Run away!" someone roared.

The nine people shot in all directions at the same time, trying to climb over the wall, but were blocked by an invisible force, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

A golden brilliance appeared above the courtyard, like a golden veil covering the outer courtyard.

Song Yunge didn't even look at the nine people who staggered to the ground. They had already collapsed, and they were useless alive, unable to fight any more.

Song Yunge narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a severe chill, which was obviously a fatal threat.

"Haha! Song Yunge, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you come in. I will send you back to the underworld today!"

A hoarse voice with infinite hatred came in from outside, and the sound shook the sky.

The owner of this voice was outside the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion. He was a middle-aged man in purple, with a tall and burly figure, not angry but mighty.

He was holding the gold medal, which was exactly the one that Lu Nanyin snatched from Lu Zhaoye.

There were several middle-aged men standing beside him, their faces were as deep as water, and their eyes were staring.

These white-clothed youths are the elite of the City Lord's Mansion, the elite of the elite, and they are the backbone of the six major sects.

Nearly a hundred white-clothed youths were slaughtered by him alone, leaving only nine, the loss was unbearable.

If Song Yunge couldn't be killed today and he was allowed to continue killing, the entire City Lord's Mansion might not be enough for him to kill.

The City Lord's Mansion in Da Luo City is the same, and the other City Lord's Mansions are also the same. It is a joke that the Yanwu Hall conquers the six major sects and destroys the six major sects.

Song Yunge said indifferently: "What is this?"

"Kill your treasure!" The middle-aged man in Zipao sneered, "Just die!"

He pressed the gold medal fiercely, and his vitality was activated.

The golden light in the sky turned into golden blades, shooting towards Song Yunge, there was no way to avoid it.

Song Yunge disappeared suddenly when Jin Guang approached him, and appeared behind the middle-aged man in the purple robe the next moment.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!" A streak of white light shot out of his long sleeves and penetrated between the eyebrows of each middle-aged man.

They were unprepared, thinking that even if Song Yunge survived, he would be seriously injured against this treasure.

Another treasure will definitely kill him!
Unexpectedly, Song Yunge not only avoided the golden light, but also got behind him in an instant. Just as he was about to dodge, the white light had arrived.

Before their protective treasures had time to activate, the center of their brows had already been pierced, and their movements stagnated.

Only the middle-aged man in the purple robe was shrouded in a layer of golden light, which was caused by the previous treasure.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Song Yunge, and took out another small sword from his arms, which was only as long as a palm and was completely black.

He showed a cruel sneer, swiped the little black sword with his left index finger, blood gushed out immediately, got into the little black sword and disappeared.

The little black sword flashed a red light.

Song Yunge shook his head, holding a small knife.

The knife trembled as if it had come to life, buzzing and vibrating, like a swarm of bees circling overhead.

"Chi!" It shot into the middle of the eyebrows of the middle-aged man in purple robe before he swung the little black sword, and the golden light was unimpeded.

"Uh..." The purple-robed middle-aged man couldn't believe it, his eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand with difficulty, trying to activate the little black sword.

A clear light rose from Song Yunge's waist, flashed across the wrist of the middle-aged man in the purple robe, and landed together with the little black sword.

"Chila!" Like the sound of cold food being poured into a hot oil pan, the little black sword swallowed the hand.

Not only the flesh and blood, but even the bones disappeared without a trace, only the red light of the little black sword was brighter.

Song Yunge's expression changed slightly, and he didn't even look at the middle-aged man in the purple robe who was struggling to save himself and was about to take out the elixir with his left hand.

He stared at the little black sword.

The little black sword flashed red, like the color of blood, and was buzzing and trembling, as if it was staring at him.

Song Yunge frowned.

The little black sword flashed suddenly, flew out automatically, and shot into the chest of the middle-aged man in purple robe.

His dim and nearly extinguished eyes brightened suddenly, showing a look of panic, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Song Yunge flicked his long sleeves.

"Chi!" The little black sword was pulled out by the violent force, and appeared in the air, trembling and struggling.

Song Yunge urged the force to hold him down.

Turning to look at the old man in purple robe, the old man in purple robe showed a reassuring smile and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Yunge frowned, ignored the rest of the souls, first pulled the soul of the purple-robed old man, grinded the Wushengjing and the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman at the same time, and extracted the memory.

He immediately understood the origin of the little black sword.

"Sky Devouring Sword..." Song Yunge muttered to himself.

The Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman is running, absorbing all the surrounding souls into it, and slowly running it.

The Heavenly Devouring Sword is really weird this day, its devouring ability far surpasses the Great Heavenly Demon Sutra, once it cannot devour the enemy, it will devour its master.

What's even more frightening is that what it devours is not just flesh and blood, but everything, including flesh, bones and soul.

Once swallowed by it, the spirit and soul will be destroyed, and you will never be reborn forever.

No wonder Lu Zikun was so frightened.

PS: The update is complete.

(End of this chapter)