The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Just when Qinglong revealed his true identity, a scream came from behind the Zhengdao crowd.

There was a moment of chaos, and several young disciples of the righteous path were seen standing behind. They were seriously injured and staggered out of the darkness. They were covered in blood and shouted in a hissing voice: "There are people from the Demon Cult behind you!"

In the darkness, in the ancient forest, there seemed to be countless shrill laughter, and the expressions of Tian Buyi and the others changed drastically.

Ever since the Ghost King and others appeared, everyone's attention was attracted by those old monsters. Unexpectedly, the people in the Demon Cult were scheming and secretly sent people to outflank the rear and make trouble suddenly.

Just at this moment, the light flickered in the forest, and countless magic weapons flew out to kill them. People in the righteous way used the magic weapons to fight back, but first of all, it was unexpected, and second, there were far more demon cultists than they imagined. at a disadvantage.

Taoist Cangsong looked gloomy, shouted loudly, and jumped into the air, but before he could make any move, Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu rushed forward together.

Bai Duzi laughed long, with a fierce look on his face, he shouted: "Dog priest, take your life!"

Taoist Cangsong and Tian Buyi faced hundreds of poisonous disciples and a master of the Demon Cult respectively. Song Xing's sword flashed, blocking the rushing figure of the Duanmu Ancestor and blocking them in front of the disciples of Dazhu Peak.

A soft whistle echoed, and a brilliant sword light suddenly rose up. The Ten Tigers Immortal Sword shined brightly, illuminating the dark night. The sword light was like a tiger, and it slashed towards the Duanmu Ancestor.

Ancestor Duanmu laughed, his eyes were bright, and a ball of green flames burned from his chest. The surrounding temperature suddenly increased sharply, and a hot and compelling breath swept over him.

He reached out and grabbed it, and five withered claws emerged from his hand. Each one was half a foot long and extremely sharp. Green flames with a fishy smell jumped on them.

The Ten Tiger Immortal Swords flashed with brilliance and collided with the claws of Ancestor Duanmu.

A sharp sword light, like a swimming fish, passed between the claws and struck directly on the neck of Patriarch Duanmu, but it failed to leave any scar on him.

Ancestor Duanmu smiled ferociously, and the flames on his left index finger became even more intense, and he poked Song Xing's chest at an unusually fast speed.

Song Xing snorted coldly, and the sword light in his hand was like rain, a flash of yellow light, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and it was covering the ancestor Duanmu.

Ancestor Duanmu sneered, his body suddenly shrank into a ball, and suddenly turned into a ball of fire, emerging from the cover of Song Xing's sword.

As soon as the fire light dissipated, the figure of Patriarch Duanmu had disappeared without a trace.

Song Xing frowned, snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and a golden sword light appeared out of thin air, drawing an arc in the dark forest and cutting off several big trees.

With a muffled groan, Ancestor Duanmu appeared, his chest clothes had torn apart, exposing his chest skin.

Originally, Ancestor Duanmu's chest was not filled with ordinary skin and flesh tissue, but was covered with black spots, which looked hideous and disgusting.

Under the pain, a trace of embarrassment and anger appeared on his face, and he punched out with his right fist. Suddenly, the power of the fist surged, and he hit Song Xing like a frenzy.

Song Xing was not in a hurry, he squeezed the sword technique with his hand, and the Ten Tiger Immortal Sword suddenly burst out with a layer of bright light, and then rose up in the wind, transforming into a ten-foot-long giant sword.

The giant sword was golden in color, as if it were carved from gold. Song Xing clasped his palms together and slashed forward suddenly.

Like a bolt of sword light, it slashed out and let out a sharp cry in the void.

The sword light struck Ancestor Duanmu's fist fiercely. When the two met, they exploded immediately. A strong beam of light suddenly lit up in the entire dark forest, stretching for more than ten feet.

The strong air waves spread out in all directions, Song Xing's feet remained motionless, and Ancestor Duanmu screamed strangely, his whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

He never expected that when he planned to pick a soft persimmon to pinch, he would actually kick an iron plate.

This seemingly young disciple of the Qingyun Sect is a master of Taoism. Only when you really get to grips with him will you realize how powerful he is.

Ancestor Duanmu roared angrily, black mist emerged from his body, and a long green knife appeared out of thin air, its light shining brightly.Song Xing's face was solemn, and he formed seals with his hands. The Ten Tiger Immortal Sword suddenly changed. The sword light was like lightning. The golden sword gang more than ten feet wide was raging wildly in the forest. For a moment, the sword energy soared into the sky and the sword energy shot out.

Ancestor Duanmu roared angrily, brandishing his long sword, and the sword light struck the giant sword one after another, making sonorous clashing sounds.

The fight between the two was so fierce that it was difficult to tell the winner.

In the darkness on the other side, Tian Buyi fought several demon sect elders alone. Although he had the upper hand, he was entangled and unable to escape.

In the ancient forest, the righteous people and the demon cultists were fighting to the death.

The people in the Demon Cult have all kinds of strange kung fu, and their methods are unpredictable. Once they get close, they feel unpreventable and hard to guard against.

But when Song Xing faced Ancestor Duanmu, he formed an absolute suppression. The Ten Tiger Swords were suspended in the air, blooming with murderous intent that made Ancestor Duanmu tremble with fear.

When the sword light was swallowed, a blood flower spattered.

An expression of fear finally appeared in Ancestor Duanmu's eyes. He suddenly opened his mouth and puffed out, and a black smoke floated out of his mouth.

Black smoke billowed in the air and turned into dozens of corpse puppets. Each corpse puppet had a lifelike talisman on its forehead.

As soon as these zombies appeared, they attacked Song Xing.

A dozen corpse puppets cooperated tacitly, both offensively and defensively. Song Xing changed the sword formula in his hand, and the Ten Tiger Immortal Sword turned into a giant sword of more than ten feet. With a sharp turn, the sword blade slashed towards the dozen corpse puppets.

A series of mournful howls were heard, and more than a dozen corpses were instantly strangled and turned into ashes under the power of the Ten Tiger Immortal Swords.

Song Xing had just finished dealing with the zombie puppets when he saw Ancestor Duanmu suddenly disappear.

The next moment, Ancestor Duanmu appeared behind Song Xing, his fingers spread out, his nails lengthened, and he stabbed towards Song Xing's back like a dagger, fast and dangerous.

Seeing that Song Xing was unable to avoid it, Ancestor Duanmu showed a proud smile on his face, and his heart was filled with joy, as if he would soon see Song Xing fall to the ground seriously injured and die in his hands.

However, his smile soon froze on his face.

Just when his ten sharp claws were still an inch away from Song Xing's back, the Ten Tiger Immortal Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling brilliance, completely covering the pupils of Patriarch Duanmu.

A jingling sound was heard, and the Ten Tigers Immortal Sword did not stop and continued to slash towards Patriarch Duanmu.

Ancestor Duanmu was shocked and immediately retreated. However, it was already too late. His body suddenly swayed and his way seemed to be blocked by something.

"Jiutian Xuansha, turned into divine thunder. Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword!"

The dazzling blue light fell from the sky and became the last sight he saw!

After killing Patriarch Duanmu with one sword, Song Xing stood with his sword in hand and looked in Tian Buyi's direction.

At this moment, a long roar suddenly came from the direction of the sea, like a dragon's roar, reaching up to the nine heavens and shaking the fields.

There was even a faint rumble of thunder, but that sound seemed to come from the depths of the sea.

Song Xing stood there and suddenly raised his head, feeling a chill on his face and a drop of water falling on his face.

The wind picked up and it started to rain.