The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

When Song Xing turned his attention to the valley, he saw that those who had died in Xie Xun's hands all appeared in the valley, as if they had just arrived at Wangpanshan Island to participate in the sword-raising competition.

"It's the fifth junior brother!"

Yu Lianzhou's surprised voice came from his ear.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were sitting at the top position. Zhang Cuishan clearly saw Yu Lianzhou, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing Yu Lianzhou going up to greet Zhang Cuishan, Song Xing frowned.

"Is it the same ability as last time on the ship?"

It can tamper with memories, giving people a weird ability that they don't even know they've been exposed to.

But this move lost its effect when facing Song Xing.

His special constitution of super-speed memory regeneration of cells gives his body the ability to absolutely adapt to any injury. As long as he is hit once, his body will rapidly evolve to the point where it is immune to this ability.

As for Yu Lianzhou, it was obvious that he had been possessed by that ability unknowingly and had forgotten his original intention of coming to Wangpanshan Island.

At this time, Bai Guishou had stood up, and said loudly: "Our sect has recently acquired a treasured sword, called the Dragon Slaying Saber. There is a saying: 'The Supreme Master of the Martial Arts, the treasured sword Slaying the Dragon, is under the title today, you dare not refuse!" "

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and his bright and shining eyes scanned the entire audience from left to right.

"Our teaching master Yin originally planned to invite heroes from all walks of the world to gather at Tianying Mountain to display the precious sword, but planning for this is time-consuming, and we need time. I am afraid that the heroes of the world will not know that the precious sword has been obtained by our teaching, so go to the nearest I invite all friends from Yan Nan’s gangs to come and have a look at the sword.”

Then he waved his hand and said: "Chantan Master, please show your power with your sword!"

Song Xing did not watch their performance. Instead, he raised the stone box in his hand, revealing the meteorite in the box, and said lightly in the air: "If you want this stone, just come and get it yourself!"

The moment the voice fell, the entire valley fell into a dead silence. Those who were walking and speaking freely seemed to be frozen, and there was no more movement.

In the entire valley, the only sound of Song Xing's breathing could be heard.

Bai Guishou suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted: "What kind of Xiao Xiaoxiao dare to break into our Tianying Sect's sword-raising conference!"

After he finished speaking, he went straight to Song Xing.

Song Xing sneered and threw the stone box in his hand.

Bai Guishou reached out and grabbed the stone box, but he didn't expect that when his palm touched the stone box, it was like an electric shock. A feeling of paralysis swept over him quickly, making him tremble.

The next second, the whole person exploded in the air, turning into black mist and dissipating in the air.

Song Xing snorted coldly: "It's ridiculous to use a mere magic trick to do the same thing."

Among the people in the valley, except for Yu Lianzhou, the moment Bai Guishou was killed, they all turned their heads and stared at Song Xing eagerly.

Yu Lianzhou's eyes were confused for a moment, but he finally recovered. Thinking of everything that had happened before, he couldn't help but take a breath: "What kind of illusion is this? It's so incredible that ghosts and gods can't prevent it."

Song Xing pulled out the Yanling knife from behind and said to the air again: "You want the meteorite in my hand, and I also want your knife. In this case, there is nothing to say. Let's fight to the death with a real sword and a real gun!"

Just after Song Xing said these words, all the puppets in the valley turned into black mist with the wind, and instantly only Song Xing and Yu Lianzhou were left.

And the sound of footsteps also came from outside the valley.

Song Xing looked up, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and saw a figure over three feet tall gradually walking out of the shadows outside the valley.

The figure was three feet tall, covered in red, as if stained with blood. It wore a tattered straw hat on its head, a tattered blanket on its body, an old coat on its arm, and a broad and huge long knife in its hand. "scarecrow?"

Song Xing thought that what came out would be Xie Xun controlled by the dragon-slaying knife, but who knew it would be an exaggeratedly large scarecrow.

This walking scarecrow had a half-broken sharp arrow stuck in his chest, and rich blood flowed from the arrow.

The scarecrow's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was fast asleep, but Song Xing knew that it was just an illusion.

The scarecrow slowly opened his eyes. In the eye sockets, two dark green lights danced like two strange eyeballs.

The scarecrow moved his legs, and with every step, there would be a burst of dust, and the rumbling noise was endless, as if thousands of troops were galloping together.

Both Song Xing and Yu Lianzhou felt a sense of suffocating oppression, and felt that extremely dangerous energy locking themselves.

Song Xing no longer hesitated and directly used the fake and real martial arts sword behind him!

Zhang Sanfeng did not lie. Although the Pseudo Zhenwu Sword is not a real Zhenwu Sword, it is still a rare magic weapon. It has been influenced by the breath of Zhenwu Sword in Zixiao Palace for 30 years, and it already has some extraordinary powers.

Just when Song Xing sacrificed the sword, there was a faint sense of oppression in the air, and then the dazzling sword light lit up, like the sun rising!

At that moment, it seemed as if the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth was condensed on the sword.

"Sword heart psychic?"

Yu Lianzhou murmured, looking into the sky without blinking.

At the same time, the scarecrow roared and struck with the knife.

It's just that its body is too huge, even under full chopping, it is only a little faster than Jianguang, and when Jianguang falls, it has no time to dodge.

"Ding……"

The sound of gold and iron clashing echoed throughout the countryside.

The fake and real sword actually pierced the scarecrow's body and nailed it to the mountain wall, forming a cage of wooden stakes.

The scarecrow screamed and struggled wildly, but no matter how twisted and folded it was, it could not escape the shackles of the long sword.

Immediately afterwards, a raging fire ignited in the wooden pile cage, instantly burning the scarecrow to ashes.

Before Yu Lianzhou could breathe a sigh of relief, the huge dragon-slaying knife flashed with black light, and the unharmed scarecrow appeared again, stubbornly resisting the sword light in the sky.

"It is indeed a strange thing that was born after killing countless creatures and stained with countless resentments!"

Song Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the scene in front of him.

Under his urging, the fake and real martial arts swords bloomed with an even more terrifying sword light, and the entire valley began to sink under this dense sword light.

The dragon-slaying knife that was originally so easy to handle could no longer remain calm. The dark blade emitted a black light and began to fight against the sword light that almost sunk half of the island.

"What a powerful Zhenwu! If the real Zhenwu takes action, what kind of power will it have?" Seeing the power of the fake Zhenwu sword, Song Xing's eyes flashed with surprise.

The monsters that were in Lin'an Mansion before were just fighting in a small way. Only the battle in front of us can show the terrifying and world-destroying power of the monsters!
"This is the power of the monster that can truly destroy mankind!" (End of this chapter)