This battle consumed far more energy than Song Liancheng imagined, and it had already reached the point where Song Liancheng was exhausted.
However, he won a victory, and the people in Y city had a chance to survive, so Song Juncheng was not sad.
The old man sighed, his heart stopped, and he just wanted to find a quiet place and wait for death indifferently.
"In my life, I have lived up to the people of the Song Dynasty, and I have failed the people of the Song Dynasty the most."
The memories of the past emerged in his mind, and Song Liancheng's state of mind also fluctuated, and he was alone in the ice and snow. , showing loneliness and desolation.
"Senior, it is too early to say victory or defeat at this moment."
A joking voice pulled Song Liancheng out of his memories, followed by a violent The breath appeared from behind Song Liancheng, exuding a terrifying momentum.
Song Liancheng turned around and saw a thick black demonic energy appearing in the snowy sky. In the demonic aura, there was a pair of scarlet blood eyes with crazy gaze.
Song Liancheng was slightly surprised, but at the same time he let out a sigh and said sarcastically, "It's so hard not to die yet. It doesn't matter. I will give you a few more swords."
Said As he stared, a firm light shone in his eyes. In an instant, his momentum climbed to its peak. Song Liancheng pushed out his palm, and the sword came out with it. Swords with different meanings condensed in the air, moving towards the violent demon. Qi dropped.
The sword energy was pushed forward, and the black demonic energy turned into a barrier, blocking all the sword energy. Then a figure walked out of the demonic energy, which was the pagoda.
The pagoda was safe and sound. Lu Xuanlou should have been happy, but instead he frowned. Although he didn’t know what happened, the pagoda at this moment was very different from the past.
"I have never seen my senior brother in such a posture."
Chen Ji smiled faintly, but his heart felt cold. At this moment, the pagoda was suddenly filled with evil energy, and he was completely possessed. .
Chen Ji said firmly, "We, the Wei Dynasty, won this battle."
Chen Ji has always been known as the number one genius of the Wei Dynasty, but he is not as good as the number one genius of the Wei Dynasty. It's not that Chen Ji is humble, but that he understands in his heart that compared to Pagoda, his pitiful talent is nothing.
Pagoda, this demonic cultivator, was supposed to be a ruthless and desireless Shura, but by relying solely on his own will, he suppressed his murderous nature and lived like a normal person.
Because he wanted to suppress his murderous nature, Futu never tried his best when fighting with others, but Song Liancheng's sword made Futu become a little more serious.
If you don’t become a demon through cultivating the devil, then what is the magic?
Futu slowly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the long sword of sword energy. After breaking it, he closed his hands and rubbed the sword energy into a ball. Then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, he opened his mouth to swallow the sword. A ball of sword energy.
The sword energy raged through the body. Futu seemed to have no feeling, and his laughter was ferocious. He jokingly said, "The Sword Master of the Song Dynasty and the Nirvana Warrior only have these sword energy, which is disappointing."
Song Liancheng was not angered and re-examinedFutu, who regarded the evil spirit as overwhelming and murderous as the clouds, found that he still underestimated too much.
He stood in the clouds, his withered beard and hair flying in the wind. The true meaning of the sword that had previously disappeared condensed again. In an instant, there was a majestic and majestic atmosphere, and the female sword fairy also appeared.
"When I was young, my family and country were still there, and I had no worries. I always liked to talk about slaying demons and demons."
Song Liancheng's long sword folded around his hidden sword once again After unsheathing it, the sword immortal also drew his sword.
"When I reached middle age, the cavalry of the Wei Dynasty came to the banquet. My family and country no longer exist, and I have been lost for half my life. I can't even remember what I said when I was young."
Song Liancheng said plainly, " In my dying years, if I can meet a demon cultivator who can help me fulfill my dream of slaying demons, God will not be too kind to me."
"嘁"
Chen Ji sneered disdainfully, "What nonsense are you talking about, Senior Sha Futu? If you throw away your sword and admit defeat now, maybe you can still leave a whole corpse"
"Shut up, or I will kill you"
Before Song Liancheng could say anything, the pagoda made a hoarse voice and rushed towards him with murderous intent. Chen Ji turned to avoid it, raised his hands high, sat down in the small pavilion, and did not dare to interrupt anymore.
"My sword energy is not strong enough, so let me see how deep your magic can be."
Song Liancheng's words echoed in the air. , like a phantom sound.
But Futu ignored him. He held the handle of the sword in his hand, and the sword made a long sound in the sheath. It seemed that he couldn't wait to drink people's blood, with demonic energy, sword intent, and murderous intent. Spread out in the snow, as if there are circles and ripples.
"Boom"
The pagoda exerted force on its feet, and the ground suddenly collapsed. The seemingly leisurely body suddenly rose up from the ground, turned into a black light, and rushed straight towards Song Liancheng.
Song Liancheng was unafraid, and immediately drew his sword upright. The sword energy leaked from the scabbard, and the shadow of the sword immortal swung his sword. The bright sword light turned into a white rainbow, and went to intercept the pagoda.
Black light vs. white rainbow
The two rays of light collided to death, and the electric wires flew out, creating fireworks.
The demonic energy of the pagoda is boiling, and the swords are held in both hands. All the knives are unsheathed, revealing the dark and deep blade, which reflects the sunlight and reveals the cold light, but the intention of the sword is like thunder, containing the destruction of all madness.
Song Liancheng's sword rainbow was cut off. He frowned slightly, turned his right hand into a fist and pushed it forward, and his left hand pointed forward like a sword.
The fist, wind and sword energy were as fierce as a torrent, blocking the space between the two of them. Futu collided with Song Liancheng’s sword energy and fist wind.
Song Liancheng punched Futu on the forehead, and Futu broke through the sword energy waterfall like a knife and a stick, and smashed Song Liancheng's Tianling Cap.
Two figures intertwined, and Futu was hit with an impartial palm on the forehead. The figure fell back, and Song Liancheng was also hit by the sword, and there was a faint sound of bone cracking.
The two men were so strong that they were injured. They flashed and moved in the sky, drawing and swinging their swords endlessly.
Song Liancheng once again felt the power of the pagoda. With the madness after being possessed by the devil, he only relied on his barbaric power.With his strength, he was completely suppressed. Not even Sword Lord Sikong Zongheng could do this.
What makes Song Liancheng even more frightened is that as time goes by, the momentum of the pagoda has not declined, but has become stronger and stronger, and even has a tendency to break through the three disasters.
Song Liancheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. The eighth prince without a crown in the Wei Dynasty seemed to be a scam. Among the seven princes in the Wei Dynasty, only Mingyue Hou and Jinghou could suppress this person.
The figure of Futu is as charming as a tortoise. His speed alone has the effect of changing his shape. He dodged Song Liancheng's sword that stabbed his heart. He held the knife in his backhand and slashed at Song Liancheng's. Throat.
Song Liancheng's Adam's apple twitched. Sensing the crisis, his body was forced to retreat. At the same time, he drew his sword and hung it in front of him. The light burst out and shot towards the pagoda like a meteor.
Maybe Futu had no time to dodge, or maybe Futu didn’t want to dodge and resisted the sword with his body.
"Poof"
After all, Futu failed to resist the sword. The long sword pierced Futu's body, and blood bloomed on his shoulders.
Pagoda seemed to be painless and unconscious. He locked the long sword with his body to prevent it from advancing. He pulled out the long sword with his backhand, broke it, smiled ferociously at Song Liancheng, and then approached at a faster speed. Song Liancheng. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft