The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 47
He Zhizhang's mind was taken away, and a loophole suddenly appeared in the originally integrated energy mechanism. In just half a breath, he woke up and broke free, but Song Xing's palm had already come in front of him.

It wasn't until he actually faced Song Xing that He Zhizhang understood why the Three Northwest Ghosts died so quickly, and why Master and Wuchang lost so bleakly.

With just one movement of raising his hand and pressing down, He Zhizhang seemed to be facing a huge mountain falling from the sky, and the endless violent air currents slapped the first-grade court clothes on his body.

The great sun in the past, the mountains today, and Song Xing's martial arts today have begun to touch the way of 'God'.

With one stroke, the sincerity and courage are integrated into the spirit, the opponent has not seen the move, but met the spirit first.

Song Xing was originally three feet away from He Zhizhang, but when he took a step forward, his tyrannical body smashed into the air, and with the sound of rolling wind and thunder, he pressed down on He Zhizhang with his palm.

With this palm, the air flow surged like a tsunami hitting the shore, and before it was struck, the movement caused was already earth-shattering.

Even the few people who besieged Lu Xiaofeng in the distance were all startled.

Lu Xiaofeng turned around, and what he saw was a round of dazzling red sun, a huge mountain, carrying the will to destroy everything, falling towards He Zhizhang below.

In the eyes of He Zhizhang, the white jade-like palm has become the most terrifying hand in the world.

With one palm, it seems to be able to crush the sky, everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape.

In desperation, He Zhizhang roared with all his strength, what kind of cloud, what seven kills, facing this unavoidable slap, he had to fight hard to fight for a chance of survival.

Mustering up decades of internal strength and cultivation, He Zhizhang hit the pinnacle of his life, just like a human being in ancient times, roaring towards an unknown natural disaster.

The next moment, the palm was pressed down, and endless power exploded, and He Zhizhang's palm force, which exploded in despair, was directly crushed by one blow.

The palm crushed He Zhizhang's true energy, and then his phalanges and arms broke under the terrifying force.

The strong wind hit his face, and the sharp force directly scraped bloodstains on He Zhizhang's face. After all his resistance was crushed with one blow, his palm suddenly stopped in front of his forehead.

Feeling the power in the palm of his hand that could kill him instantly, He Zhizhang suddenly began to breathe heavily, feeling the great terror between life and death.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

He Zhizhang asked Song Xing hoarsely.

Song Xing spoke, his voice was still indifferent as usual: "You are good at work, I will save your life."

He Zhizhang was silent for three breaths, and asked again: "What is this palm called?"

Song Xing glanced at him and said, "Buzhou Mountain."

Beyond the Northwest Sea, in a corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that do not fit together.

In the Yihua Palace, Song Xing retreated for three months, and after the ninth level of Mingyu Gong, he integrated his own martial arts and all kinds of perceptions from the world of martial arts to create his own half-style Sanshou.

It wasn't until at sea that Song Xing understood the strength of the gang and touched the 'God' before he perfected this palm technique and achieved the 'Buzhou Mountain'.

With one palm turned down, it is like the sky and the earth are falling, there is no way to avoid it, and there is nowhere to escape.

He Zhizhang was silent for a while, then stepped back silently, and stood beside Wuchang Zishi, no longer resisting.

He Zhizhang lost, and after Song Xing really made a move, he lost even faster than Master and Wuchangzi.

Among all the people present, only Gong Jiu has not made a move yet.

Seeing Gong Jiu's eyes, you will know that this is the same as Ximen Chuuxue, a person who is loyal to the sword and puts his love on the sword.

Maybe not as bright and upright as Ximen Chuuxue, but Gong Jiu's devotion to kendo is not inferior to anyone else.

When others attacked Song Xing, he was still holding his sword, sitting on the top of the water pavilion, quietly watching the fight below.

To him, beef soup, the Northwest Three Ghosts, Master and others are not even as important as the sword in his hand, and life or death is completely out of his focus.

Only when he saw Song Xing defeating Wuchangzi with his sword, did his eyes burst out with a desire to fight.

When Song Xing and He Zhizhang fought, his eyes returned to the previous Gujing Wubo.

After He Zhizhang was defeated by Song Xing, Gong Jiu was already standing in front of the water pavilion, his body full of sword intent.

Gong Jiu pulled out the sword she was wearing, and said two words to Song Xing: "Bring out the sword."

He is really a very proud person, facing Song Xing, he is not willing to draw his sword first.

Song Xing asked: "Do you want to see my sword skills?"

Gong Jiu nodded: "You's palm technique is very strong."

After a pause, he strengthened his tone again: "Very strong."

His voice was hoarse, like a traveler in the desert who hadn't drunk water for a long time: "Your swordsmanship is also very strong. When you killed Wuchangzi, you didn't use all your strength."

With his eyesight, it can be seen that Wuchangzi is far from Song Xing in terms of internal strength and swordsmanship.

When the Longevity Sword appeared in Song Xing's hands, Gong Jiu drew out the sword.

The long sword in his hand buzzed, shaking the sword like a dragon, and stabbing towards Song Xing's eyebrows.

Gong Jiu learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and achieved success in seven years. He is addicted to swords like his life, and there is nothing else in life except swords.

After the mastery of swordsmanship, the first person he killed was his sword master, because his master told him that only by being unfeeling can he stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

For the next three years, he challenged all kinds of swordsmen under an alias, killed countless people, and honed his peak killing sword skills in the midst of life and death.

At the age of 20, he was defeated by the little old man and joined the Invisible Man organization. He obtained the peerless book Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Volume, from which he realized the Heavenly Buddha's Sword Technique of Conquering Demons.

On the day when the sword was completed, he used lightness kung fu without rest for seven days, and rushed to the main altar of the Raksha Sect in the Western Regions alone. With only three sword strikes, he killed the three guardians of the Raksha Sect, Lone Pine, Dry Bamboo, and Samuume.

In No. 20 six strokes, he beheaded Yu Luocha, the leader of the Raksha Sect, and then calmly broke through under the siege of hundreds of Raksha Sect masters.

After this battle, the Rakshasa Sect, which had dominated the Western Regions for hundreds of years, fell apart and fell from a first-rate great religion to a third-rate power.

When facing Song Xing, Gong Jiu didn't hold back his hand, and he had already used all his strength with the first sword.

In the next breath, Song Xing slashed out the sword in his hand, the light of the sword split the sky, and the sound of thousands of sword cries suddenly sounded in Gong Jiu's ears.

The endless sword light filled all the gaps between the two, except for the sword, it was still a sword.

One sword strikes, one hundred swords resound, one sword turns into one hundred swords!

In the eyes of Lu Xiaofeng who was watching, this space has become a sea of ​​swords.

Gong Jiu's sword technique was instantly submerged in this vast ocean without a trace.

The sword shadow disappeared, as if everything just now was an illusion of Lu Xiaofeng.

Gong Jiu, on the other hand, maintained the movement of piercing Song Xing's eyebrows with his sword, and remained frozen.

Song Xing's Longevity Sword was intentionally sideways, pointing at the space above Gong Jiu's shoulder.

Then, the water pavilion behind Gong Jiu, the huge pavilion was split into two and collapsed.

At this moment, Gong Jiu's eyes changed from dead gray to life, and he asked hoarsely, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Song Xingchang sword back sheath, said: "Qianyi."

Then when I looked up, I saw the little old man standing among the flowers and smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

(End of this chapter)