Xiao Xiaoleng was not afraid of death. He found the real culprit. Even if there was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, he would cross it. dt.
His hand holding the sword did not tremble at all. It was as firm as his heart.
Song Yu's eyes flashed with a cold light. Xiao Xiaoleng's words poked at his sore spot. Killing the Sword God was one of his biggest secrets, and no one else knew about it.
Of course, he did not think that Xiao Xiaoleng knew about it.
However, this accusation made him involuntarily think of his own crimes.
Xiao Xiaoleng really did not know that Song Yu killed the Sword God. His so-called deceiving the Sword God referred to him killing Sword Shisan, which was told to him by Tang Zheng. In addition, Xiao Xiaoleng would never believe that the Sword God would pass the Sword Pavilion to him. There must be something fishy about it.
Song Yu certainly did not know this, but he was also a little flustered in his heart. He was afraid that his numerous crimes would be known by the world. Of course, he wanted to kill Xiao Xiaoleng. His eyes flashed with killing intent, and he said coldly, "How long can I hold on? Kill him!"
The sword slave's attack suddenly became sharper and sharper. The sword light filled the sky and shrouded Xiao Xiaoleng from all directions.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Xiao Xiaoleng made his move.
The sword light fell from the sky, as if a red sun had fallen from the Milky Way above the Ninth Heaven. It was even more dazzling than the light cast from the sky. It exuded a terrifying aura.
"Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique!"
Xiao Xiaoleng's face finally had a trace of fluctuation. This sword technique was the Sword God's consummate skill. He did not expect that it would fall on Song Yu, a deceiving fellow. This was an insult to the Sword God.
Xiao Xiaoleng's heart was filled with anger, and his eyes turned blood red. He stared at Song Yu hatefully and said, "You are tarnishing the Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique."
Song Yu sneered and said, "Tarnishing it? I'm bringing glory to Master. In my hands, this sword technique will explode with even greater power and shine even more brilliantly. "
"Shameless!" Xiao Xiaoleng roared hysterically, but to no avail. He could only watch the light fall.
Xiao Xiaoleng did not sit still and wait for death. The soft sword in his hand shook, like a snake spitting out its tongue, nimbly and craftily welcomed Song Yu's sword.
Both of their sword techniques were inherited from the Sword God. Although they were different sword techniques, they were similar in many ways.
But in terms of power, the Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique was undoubtedly superior. With a crisp sound, Xiao Xiaoleng's sword completed the shape of a full moon, as if it was about to break.
He gritted his teeth, and the arm holding the sword trembled slightly.
However, he did not give up and roared.
Clang!
The soft sword bounced back like an arrow shot from an iron bow. Song Yu was the arrow that bounced back.
However, Song Yu did not fall out completely. Instead, she rose into the air and suspended high above Xiao Xiaoleng. After a few seconds, the sword in her hand lit up again.
Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall!
This sword was even more powerful, as if it was exuding the aura of death.
Xiao Xiaoleng's eyelids twitched, but he also urged all his power to resist with his sword.
Kacha!
The soft sword broke!
Song Yu's arm moved, and the sharp sword drove straight in, from top to bottom, piercing his shoulder and almost piercing his heart. Blood immediately came out.
This scene made his heart sway. This was the essence of the Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique. They had seen the Sword God perform it before.
Now that they saw this scene again, they were shocked.
Song Yu was also very satisfied with her sword.
Since he escaped from the Sword Pavilion, he had been practicing the Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique hard. His talent and perception in the way of the sword were really good. Otherwise, he would not have been accepted as a disciple by the Sword God.
He finally understood the essence of the Ninth Heaven Galaxy Fall Sword Technique little by little, and his sword technique advanced by leaps and bounds.
The sword technique created by the Sword God was not too complicated, but there were many subtle things in it. Unless one had excellent talent, it was absolutely impossible to really learn the essence of it by hard work.
Xiao Leng's life was at stake. Song Yu's mouth revealed a victorious smile and said, "You are just an abandoned disciple of the Sword Pavilion. What qualifications do you have to challenge me? Go to hell!"
With a shake of his arm, the long sword changed direction, and the tip of the sword pierced Xiao Xiaoleng's heart.
The long sword was originally pierced in Xiao Xiaoleng's shoulder. With this slight change in direction, even Xiao Xiaoleng could not save himself.
Everyone thought that Xiao Xiaoleng was going to die.
The expression in the eyes of the sword slave also changed a lot. Perhaps some people still had some small thoughts in their hearts, but this scene completely cut off those small thoughts.
"Master, this disciple is useless. I was unable to eradicate this scum of the sect!" Xiao Xiaoleng was desperate, his face was ashen.
He had died once. He was stabbed in the heart by Tang Zheng. Later, Tang Zheng tried his best to save him, gave him a second chance to live, and let him pledge allegiance to him.
"Tang Zheng, I failed to complete the task you gave me. I will return this life to you."
He almost closed his eyes.
Suddenly-
A bright light shone in his eyes.
This bright light was incomparably bright. It was the sword light. He was very familiar with it and would never mistake it.
The sword light arrived in the blink of an eye. He had never had such a fast sword. It was even faster than his master's sword.
His heart suddenly jumped. He suddenly noticed a familiar aura. This sword light was too familiar. He would never forget it. Because this was Tang Zheng's sword light.
Song Yu also abruptly raised his head, noticing this sword light.
It was not good!
This thought immediately came to his mind, but the sword in his hand did not stop for half a moment. But it was still a step too late. The sword light fiercely chopped his sword.
Puff!
The long sword was pulled out from Xiao Xiaoleng's shoulder and flew out.
Song Yu flew away with the long sword.
The power of this sword was so great that Song Yu's arm kept trembling.
He was aghast. The sword in his hand was suspended above Xiao Xiaoleng's head.
War Soul Sword!
He recognized it at a glance. It was all too familiar to him.
His pupils suddenly shrank as he looked into the distance. Sure enough, a familiar figure came walking on the wind, passed through the sword slaves' encirclement, and landed beside Xiao Xiaoleng.
"Are you okay?" Tang Zheng looked at Xiao Xiaoleng's wound and asked.
Xiao Xiaoleng's desperate heart was rekindled with the fire of hope. He said, "I won't die."
He was an assassin. His vitality was far more tenacious than ordinary people. This kind of injury would not kill him.
Tang Zheng nodded and said, "Well done. You finally found Song Yu."
After Song Yu escaped from the Sword Pavilion, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. He was more secretive than Granny Li and Lord Ji Wuxiang. It was as if he had evaporated from the world.
Tang Zheng also did not place too much attention on Song Yu, but after all, he was a big worry in his heart, a potential dangerous factor, how could he allow him to grow stronger?
Therefore, when this task was given to Xiao Xiaoleng, he was just trying it out.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiaoleng completed it very well. It didn't take much time for Song Yu to surface.
It was just that this place made him very curious. How could the two sides meet here at the Tree of Life?
Song Yu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he was on guard. He was really frightened by this person, but ever since he comprehended the essence of the Nine Heavens Milky Way Fall Sword Technique, his former confidence had returned.
Therefore, at this moment, although his heart was beating like a drum, he did not run away.
"Song Yu, you really hid well. I worked hard and let Xiao Xiaoleng take action to find you." Tang Zheng said lightly, with a smile that was not a smile.
Song Yu's heart was a little creepy. He forced himself to be spirited, coldly snorted, and said unceremoniously, "It turns out that this abandoned disciple of the Sword Pavilion surrendered to you. No wonder he was expelled from the sect by Master. He was born with a rebellious bone behind his head. He was an ungrateful wretch who recognized a thief as his father. Xiao Xiaoleng, you are the one who has tarnished Master and the Sword Pavilion."
"You are talking nonsense!" Xiao Xiaoleng's heart seemed to have been poked with countless holes, and blood flowed.
Song Yu was proud. His eloquence was much better than Xiao Xiaoleng's. Ten Xiao Xiaoleng's could not speak against him.
Xiao Xiaoleng's chest heaved up and down. He was flustered and exasperated, and the blood from his wound flowed faster.
"Calm down. You are an assassin. How can you be angered by these few words?" Tang Zheng said unhappily. His fingers quickly pointed at his wound a few times, and the gurgling blood stopped.
"Your mission has been completed. Let me do the rest." After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but remember the scene when he first saw him.
At that time, he met Song Yu for the first time in Ordinary Balance's courtyard. At that time, he was an ordinary high school student, unremarkable.
Song Yu was the young master of the Song family. He was the focus of attention and honor.
One was on the ground, the other was in the sky. There was a world of difference.
In the eyes of many people, perhaps Tang Zheng could not reach the level of Song Yu even if he worked hard for a lifetime. Because no one had ever had such an unrealistic and absurd idea.
Only a few years had passed. Now that the two sides were facing each other again, everything was reversed.
The Song family was already old history. Although Song Yu had incorporated the Sword Pavilion, he was still a stray dog.
Tang Zheng had become a new star in the eyes of everyone. No one dared to underestimate him.
The word "not what it used to be" could not be more appropriate.
Song Yu also thought of these scenes. He couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times as he stared at Tang Zheng.
At this time, the sound of footsteps gradually approached. Tian Chanzi, Ye Dingdang, and Fang Shishi also caught up.
The sword slaves naturally could not stop them. Heaven Monk brought the two of them in as if he had entered a place with no one around, and strolled in leisurely.
Tian Chanzi was not surprised. In his eyes, Song Yu was a small character that couldn't be any smaller. He couldn't arouse his interest at all.
Ye Dingdang was different. She couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Why is it you?"
She had a deep relationship with Song Yu and had almost become his fiancée. If she hadn't pushed out Tang Zheng as a shield and the subsequent unexpected events, who knew what would have happened.
Song Yu sneered at Dingdang. His eyes were burning with a raging fire. The fall of the Song family was ultimately related to Ye Dingdang.
She was one of the main culprits.
"Ye Dingdang, it's actually you!" Song Yu gnashed his teeth.
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