The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 652 Disappearing
In Song Xing's hands, the Yanling Saber burst out with extreme blade light, and a sharp and sharp aura swept over the sky, and then he stepped on the ground suddenly, and his body shot out like an arrow!

"boom--"

The two intertwined and collided, and in an instant, an explosion-like muffled sound resounded through the sky!

At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

The figures of Song Xing and Xie Xun were fighting rapidly in mid-air. Every time they touched, bursts of thunder exploded, deafening!
The speed of the two was so fast that the eyes of all the people watching the battle couldn't keep up with the movement of the two people, only a ray of afterimage could be caught.

The sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, and the figures of the two were so fast that the naked eye could not capture their movement at all.

Among the people present, only Zhang Cuishan managed to see the figures of the two clearly.

The seemingly indiscriminate fight, in Zhang Cuishan's eyes, was clearly Song Xing's leisurely strolling down Xie Xun, who was unable to resist.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't help thinking, "How strong is this Haisha Sect leader, Kongtong Sect disciple?"

Just when Zhang Cuishan thought that the overall situation was settled, Song Xing suddenly threw a knife and shook Xie Xun back, looking around with a serious expression.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu followed Song Xing suspiciously, but found nothing.

However, in Song Xing's sight at this moment, Xie Xun, the dragon-slaying knife he held, and even the whole Wangpanshan Island were full of strange changes.

A faint gray mist appeared around the valley, gradually enveloping the entire valley, and even spreading towards the surroundings.

The strange thing is that among the people present, except for Song Xing, everyone's expressions seemed to be totally invisible to this scene.

Only Song Xing could clearly see that the source of the gray mist was actually the dragon-slaying knife in Xie Xun's hand.

The originally dark blade was now covered with a faint gray mist, and the dragon pattern on the back of the blade could be vaguely seen, exuding a faint light.

However, that faint light is not black, but a kind of creepy green.

Xie Xun stood up straight, raised the Dragon Saber and pointed it at Song Xing.

The next moment, Xie Xun's wrist trembled slightly, and a surge of majestic and turbulent internal energy suddenly surged from his body, converging into a giant knife light several meters long, and slashed towards Song Xing fiercely!

Seeing Xie Xun's sudden increase in power, Song Xing restrained his mind, grasped the Yanling Saber tightly with both hands, and slashed out a blade glow.

In an instant, two huge and incomparable blade glows collided fiercely!
"Boom—" Another dull explosion sounded.

A terrifying and violent shock wave swept out, overturning the trees and weeds on the ground, and even making Song Xing's clothes rattle!

But that's all there is to it!

After the light of the saber disappeared, Xie Xun's attack still did not stop, he raised the dragon-slaying saber again, and continued to slash down mercilessly.

Song Xing's pupils shrank, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, his toes were on the ground, and his whole body was like an arrow flying from the string, avoiding Xie Xun's attack range extremely quickly.

In his line of sight, it was not Xie Xun who was fighting him at this moment, but the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, controlling Xie Xun to fight him.

At this moment, Song Xing had serious doubts about the origin of the Dragon Slaying Saber.

Was this knife really forged by Guo Jing and Huang Rong when Xiangyang City was broken?

In addition to Yang Guo's dark iron epee back then, is there any other things mixed in this sword?

When Mongolia captured Xiangyang back then, there were too many deaths. Song Xing didn't think it was strange at all that something strange happened.

Song Xing looked at the Dragon Saber, and felt a strange sense of crisis in his heart. He knew that with his current physique, even if he couldn't use his true energy, there were almost no things that could threaten him in Wang Panshan.

But seeing the weird environment around him and the magical Dragon Slaying Knife blown up by the martial arts, his intuition told him that the farther away from the Dragon Slaying Knife, the better!

Therefore, without saying a word, Song Xing turned around and prepared to remind Zhang Cuishan and others to leave.

But when he turned his head, all he could see was gray fog. Just now, it was just gray fog spreading on the edge of the valley. In a short period of time, it was all over the sky, and the entire valley was engulfed by fog.

The figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu who were not far away were already mostly covered by the gray mist, but their expressions were the same as before, and they didn't notice the approach of the gray mist at all.

Song Xing stepped out in one step, and came to Zhang Cuishan very quickly, wanting to pull him out.

But at the moment of approaching, the gray fog suddenly expanded, engulfing the figures of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu in an instant, and Song Xing stretched out his hand to catch them.

Obviously stepping forward was where Zhang Cuishan was standing just now, but after the gray fog, Song Xing's hand didn't touch anything.

Song Xing frowned, and noticed from the corner of his eyes that Xie Xun had also fallen into the gray mist and disappeared.

Song Xing took a deep breath, exercised enough internal strength, and slapped Huiwu with his palm.

Song Xing's palm stirred up gusts of wind. If it were the usual mist of nature, it would have been blown away long ago. However, the gray mist did not move at all in the face of Song Xing's splitting palm.

Song Xing frowned slightly, and looked around. At this moment, the valley was completely shrouded in mist. People from all sects and sects who had participated in the Dao Raising Conference were all engulfed in the mist, and no trace could be seen.

He listened carefully, but could not hear any sound in the mist. There were neither screams nor calls for help, nor the sound of fighting and walking. It seemed that the scene with a lot of people before was a complete misunderstanding.

Looking up, the surroundings are gray except for gray, and there are faint black shadows flashing in the gray mist, but there is nothing when looking intently, as if it is an illusion.

"Get out of the range of the gray fog first!"

Seeing that Zhang Cuishan and the others could not be found, Song Xing decided to leave the valley first, not to be led by the nose by the Dragon Saber.

Following the direction in his memory, Song Xing strode forward with the Yanling Saber in his hand.

The gray mist seemed to have a spirituality. When he approached, it would separate slightly to the two sides, as if he was afraid to touch him, but also seemed to be cautiously probing and surrounding him cautiously.

Along the way, Xie Xun, who was originally expected to hide in the mist and make a sneak attack, did not appear.

Song Xing, who was walking, suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill coming from the mist behind him, and a strong murderous intention firmly locked onto his body. It seemed that he could be cut into pieces with just one thought. !
Song Xing suddenly turned his head back, and at the moment he turned his head back, a flushed figure pierced his chest with a sharp sound of piercing through the air with lightning speed!
Song Xing snorted coldly, and the Yanling Saber violently slashed out, and the hot saber glow split the attacking Hong Ying into two!
After being defeated, Hong Ying revealed her true body, which was a monster several feet long, with blood-red eyes, like a python or a dragon.

He prepared to sneak attack Song Xing, but was killed by him!

"It's that river monster!" Song Xing recognized the identity of the monster. It was the python-like river monster that appeared in the Qiantang River before, and it was only after Yin Susu threw food into the water to attract attention that he got rid of it.

Unexpectedly, it appeared in this Wangpan Mountain.

"Did it come after you, or was it attracted by the strange power of the Dragon Slaying Saber?" Song Xing lowered his face, feeling the thickening of the surrounding fog. Even with his Tianzi Wangqi technique, he could hardly see the road clearly. He had to quicken his pace, and after dozens of breaths, he finally passed through the blockade of gray fog, arrived at the port, and boarded the boat of the Skyhawk Sect.

Looking back, Song Xing's face changed again, and he saw that the gray fog had enveloped Wangpanshan Island, and it was only a few feet away from the Tianying teaching ship moored at the port.

As he watched in surprise, the gray fog gradually dissipated, and Wang Panshan Island, which originally stood on the sea, mysteriously disappeared into the gray fog!

(End of this chapter)