Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 687 The Battle of the Demon Saint
Ge Tian's figure flashed, and he stood in front of Song Qing, pinching the sword formula with his right hand, summoning the spirit sword with his left hand, two spirit swords suddenly appeared, and the top-grade spirit sword was exactly the mysterious one that Ge Tian and Luanjian had snatched back then. Dragon Overlord Heaven Sword.

Ge Tian didn't have the idea of ​​escaping alone. In other words, he didn't believe Song Qing's words at all. Maybe Song Qing really had some secret technique to improve his strength in a short period of time, but he definitely couldn't rise to the point where he could compete with the existence of Yuanshen Realm.

As for his agreement just now, it was just to deal with Song Qing, but he actually planned to stay behind to defend against the enemy and buy Song Qing time to escape.

But at this moment, Song Qing's aura changed, becoming more obscure and mysterious, he had already exchanged bodies with Tianlang, then he twisted his body slightly, and stood in front of Ge Tian in an instant.

"Langxie!"

Tianlang yelled sharply, his body shook, and seven white halos suddenly appeared, although they were dim, they refused to be underestimated.

And when the seven white halos appeared, Tianlang was surrounded by sword intent, and blue light shone brightly in his eyes.

Tianlang actually displayed all the three magic tricks of Langye at the same time.

"Ge Tian, ​​hurry up, I won't last long!"

The mighty and fierce coercion filled Tianlang's whole body, and after shouting loudly at Ge Tian, ​​he punched out a fist, and blasted towards the roaring giant claws with spiritual power, which was no less powerful than the latter.

"it is good."

At this time, Ge Tian really believed Song Qing's words. Although "Song Qing"'s aura had indeed changed now, when he thought of what Song Qing said before, Ge Tian had nothing to worry about.

At the moment, the human and the sword are united, walking with the sword, and flying towards the setting sun fairy city at the fastest speed of the sword cultivator.

Ge Tian knew in his heart that only if he didn't reach the setting sun fairy city one step earlier, "Song Qing" would be relieved and get out as soon as possible.

"boom!"

There was a loud thunderous noise, and Tianlang punched the mighty giant claws of spiritual power, directly blasting the giant claws of spiritual power away.

"Sure enough, you killed it!"

Bingmu was frightened and furious, and finally knew that the murderer who killed his little great-great-grandson was actually this "kid who only had the Golden Core Realm" in front of him. He used such secret techniques to kill his little great-great-great-grandson.

Because of what Song Qing said to Ge Tian just now, he even deceived Bingmu, the God of Transformation, otherwise, when he saw "Song Qing" at this time, he should know that Song Qing's body has changed. I think Song Qing really used some kind of secret technique.

"So what?"

Tianlang curled his lips slightly, and looked at Bingmu playfully, feeling a little happy in his heart, knowing that he had deceived the demon saint in front of him.

"So what? Take your life!"

Bingmu was furious, and he slapped Song Qing directly with his palm, and at the same time his cuff shook vaguely, Tianlang suddenly felt that his eyes were pitch black, as if he had been put into Bingmu's sleeve.

"The universe in the sleeve? But this universe is not that universe, it's just an illusion!"

Tianlang was slightly surprised, he had heard about the Chaos Clan's ability to confuse Chaos, and today was the first time he saw it.

"Langye Sword, come out!"

Tianlang pinched the sword formula, pointed at Bingmu's palm, white light suddenly appeared on the fingertips, and a sword brilliance suddenly appeared, and shot towards Bingmu, it was the Langye Sword.

Although the Langye Sword at this time is extremely tattered, the power emanating from it cannot be underestimated.

"The Acquired Spirit Treasure, and it's even the best, what a treasure!"

Seeing the Langye sword coming to kill him, a look of joy flashed across the old Bingmu's face, he immediately withdrew his palm, and waved again and again at the sleeve of the Langye sword, hundreds of black lights came out from the sleeve, turning into Strands of black threads entangled towards Langye Sword.

"Just because you seem to take my Langya sword, wishful thinking, Langya sword, break it!"

Seeing that Bingmu actually wanted to bind the Langya sword with black silk, and then take the Langya sword as his own, a sneer flashed in Tianlang's eyes.

Competing with the soul of the sword for the spirit sword is also unprecedented!
At this moment, the Langye sword was already entangled in black threads, but at this moment, the Langye sword suddenly flashed white, cut off all the black threads in an instant, and once again slashed at Bingmu with a destructive attack. .

"Unexpectedly...the spirit sword has recognized its owner, so the old man will kill its owner first."

Bingmu couldn't help being startled when he saw Langye sword cut off the black thread easily, and after a few gloomy changes on his old face, he finally made up his mind.

Although this will damage the spirituality of the spirit sword, this is the only way now!
Afterwards, Bingmu no longer intended to take the Langye Sword as his own, his body was slightly shaken, and the black light around his body was shining brightly. Among them, the palms of his hands were covered with a thick layer of light, facing the Langya Sword again and again. empty slap.

"Boom boom boom!..."

A series of palm prints of light as black as ink were shot out, bombarding the Langxie sword, and the Langxie sword was swinging, and the indomitable offensive was actually slackened!
"die!"

At this moment, Bingmu shook his body, disappeared suddenly, and reappeared in the next moment, unexpectedly, three feet behind Song Qing, two meatloaf-like black light palms were pushed out impressively.

And when the black light palm was pushed out, Bingmu's voice also moved over quickly, and a row of afterimages left by Bingmu appeared in the air.

"Humph!"

Tianlang snorted coldly, turned around abruptly, clenched his fist with his left hand, and pointed at Bingmu with his right hand.

"Boom!"

With a sound like thunder, Tianlang retreated in a jiffy, hundreds of feet away, and Bingmu also let out a muffled grunt, and retreated three steps in a row.

"Good posture, but you don't feel well, do you?"

Bingmu stood where he was, and didn't attack immediately. At this moment, his left palm was in pain. Tianlang knew that if he was even in strength, he would not be able to inflict any damage on Bingmu, so he concentrated all of his Langxie sword energy on the sword finger.

But just like what Bingmu said, Tianlang is not feeling well at this time, his right hand is better, and there is no serious problem, and his left arm has gone numb and lost consciousness.

"Don't talk about me, you are just mediocre."

Tianlang's face changed from red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple all over again, and then he adjusted, looking at Bingmu with a slightly gloomy look, Langxie sword psychic, guarding Tianlang's side.

At this time, Song Qing not only had the sword soul Tianlang in his body, but also the sword master Song Qing. The Langxie sword didn't dare to be careless, and the sword body was shining with blue and white light, which could erupt at any time.

Tianlang didn't intend to confront Bingmu head-on, the attack just now was just a bad idea, now that he has adjusted, naturally he won't let Langyejian leave his side again.

"Really? But if you want to kill you kid, it's still possible. Your secret technique is indeed powerful, but there is not much time now!"

Bingmu sneered, he didn't attack now not because of fear, but because he was waiting for time.

"Leaving is enough."

Tianlang smiled heartily, unmoved, then waved his big sleeves at the white tiger, and put the white tiger into the spiritual storage bag, his eyes were flickering, and he was already thinking of a way to get out.

(End of this chapter)