As the long sword was unsheathed, Song Zhifan's aura grew stronger. Light shone down from the sky and enveloped his body, slowly entering his body and the long sword he was unsheathing.
His body and the sword seemed to have become one. He had truly reached the realm of being one with the sword. The sword was shining brightly, dispersing the darkness around the black blade.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the black blade and the shining long sword clashed. Both of them took a step back and stopped in the void, staring at each other in shock.
Chu Li's expression was solemn.
Song Zhifan's sword was shining brightly as if he was holding a light sword. His face could not be seen clearly, but it had become one with him. It was as if he was the sword and the sword was him. It was hard to tell them apart.
Obviously, he had cultivated an antique swordsmanship. Chu Li speculated that it was the Heaven Murdering Tactic!
This was the Heaven Murdering Tactic that he had been desperately hoping to obtain. With this tactic, along with his Heaven Murdering Sword and Heaven Murdering Three Forms, he might be able to defeat the Spirit Tiger.
This time, he came back to plan for the Heaven Murdering Tactic. He did not expect Song Zhifan to cultivate it. It seemed that the tactic was very powerful. Back then, Song Zhifan could only pretend to be dead when he faced the Celestial Being. Now, he could fight with the Celestial Being and they seemed to be evenly matched.
"What martial art is this?" Meng Xiaoqi scoffed. The light around him suddenly brightened.
"Heaven Murdering Tactic!" Song Zhifan said proudly.
Meng Xiaoqi frowned. "Heaven Murdering Tactic? I've never heard of it! "
Song Zhifan scoffed. "You're just ignorant. Your Demonic Blade Technique is also ordinary. Take another strike from me!"
The light sword in his hand suddenly lit up. In the next moment, it was already at Meng Xiaoqi's chest.
Meng Xiaoqi slashed at Song Zhifan's neck. He ignored the long sword that was stabbing at him. He was risking his life to kill Song Zhifan.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan waved his sword to block the long sword. Both of them disappeared in a flash. In the next moment, they appeared in the void ten meters away. They frowned and stared at each other helplessly.
They all felt that they couldn't win. Although Song Zhifan's cultivation level was lower than Meng Xiaoqi's, he benefited from the power of the Heaven Killing Art, which made up for the difference in strength. Meng Xiaoqi was better, but he couldn't do anything to the Heaven Killing Art.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …" The two of them exchanged more than ten moves in a row. Their swords and sabers clashed, but they were unable to do anything to each other.
Chu Li suddenly thrust out his God Slaying Sword.
"Bang!" The brilliance around Song Zhifan suddenly soared, and then he sneered, "Despicable guy!"
Meng Xiaoqi also staggered with a "peng" sound as if he was drunk. Immediately after, his entire body shone brightly and returned to normal. He stared coldly at Song Zhifan: "What a good Murdering Heaven Incantation!"
Chu Li's expression changed slightly.
Song Zhifan was attacked by his own God Punishing Sword, but Meng Xiaoqi was attacked by Song Zhifan. However, Song Zhifan's attack was formless, but he could feel that it was similar to the God Punishing Sword.
This Murdering Heaven Incantation could actually be like his own God Punishing Sword. Not only could it attack the soul, but it could also become one with the sword. It must be able to use the power of the sword to strengthen himself.
He suddenly understood why Song Zhifan was looking for the Murdering Heaven Incantation. It was because the Murdering Heaven Incantation was the hardest and sharpest sword in the world. With the power of this sword, he was truly invincible and no one could hurt him.
When he thought of this, he felt a chill in his heart.
It was too difficult to obtain this Murdering Heaven Incantation. In this situation, it was almost impossible to provoke the two of them to fight each other.
Chu Li suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Fellow from the Demonic Blade Sect, you must be activating some secret technique. How long can you last?"
Meng Xiaoqi sneered, "Good lad, I almost forgot about you!"
He slashed down with his blade and suddenly disappeared. The blade and him appeared in front of Chu Li. The edge of the blade was already close to Chu Li's neck. Chu Li's body was limp and powerless. He did not even try to dodge and could only watch helplessly as his head was about to be cut off.
"Humph!" Song Zhifan snorted angrily. The tip of his sword hit the long blade and immediately stabbed at Meng Xiaoqi's chest.
Meng Xiaoqi did not dodge and slashed at Song Zhifan's head.
"Bishop!" Chu Li shouted softly and suddenly stretched out his left arm to block the long blade.
"Tss!" The long blade easily cut through his left forearm as if it was paper. Half of his forearm fell to the ground.
When Song Zhifan heard Chu Li's shout, an idea flashed in his mind. His long sword suddenly sped up and he ignored the long blade on his neck.
"Ugh …" Meng Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly widened and he barely managed to move sideways to avoid the blade. The center of his chest was pierced by the long sword. His entire body's spirit instantly surged towards the sword as if he wanted to devour it.
Song Zhifan sneered and turned his wrist to twist the long sword.
Meng Xiaoqi swung his blade down.
At this time, Chu Li fell again and the long blade pressed towards Song Zhifan.
Song Zhifan took a step back to avoid it and at the same time, he pulled Chu Li up. His turbulent inner energy continuously drilled into Chu Li's body. It was the profound cultivation of the Art of Eternal Agility that repaired Chu Li's arm.
Chu Li's spirit was lifted. He felt his empty body quickly recover and quickly said, "Thank you very much, Bishop."
Song Zhifan shook his head and disappeared in a flash. The next moment, he appeared behind Meng Xiaoqi and stabbed him with his sword.
Meng Xiaoqi turned his head and blocked the tip of the sword with his blade.
"Bang!" The long blade retreated and hit his wound. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He glared at Chu Li and suddenly disappeared in a flash.
"Bishop, hurry up and chase after him. His secret technique must be losing its effect soon. He can't escape!" Chu Li hurriedly shouted.
Song Zhifan glanced at everyone and slowly nodded. "Be careful!"
After he finished speaking, he slowly merged into the void and disappeared.
Chu Li let out a long sigh and looked at Elder Fang who had become a middle-aged woman. "Elder, it's my fault!"
"It's not your fault." Elder Fang shook her head and looked solemn. "I was careless. I stayed on the floating mountain and underestimated the heroes of the world!"
She looked at the corpse and head on the ground and shook her head. "Think of a way to destroy his demonic blade so that his soul can be freed and return to the Outland!"
"Bishop will definitely be able to kill that fellow!" Chu Li hurriedly said.
"I hope so." Elder Fang slowly nodded.
She dared not underestimate the heroes of the world anymore. This guy from the Demonic Blade Sect was actually a Celestial Being. He was really lucky to be alive this time and not have his soul destroyed. He also had to rely on Baili Na's help.
If it was not for Baili Na desperately blocking the attack, he would have died and disappeared!
As she thought of this, she felt a chill in her heart and looked at Chu Li with a clear gaze.
She suddenly wavered. Was she really going to leave the floating mountain and conquer the world?
Today, only four masters had died, but he was already a bit disappointed and worried. The road to dominating the world must be full of thorns. No one knew how many white bones were needed to pave the road. How many disciples of the Changshen Denomination could survive?
As she thought of this, she suddenly had the intention to retreat and suddenly disagreed with Song Zhifan's plan.
The floating mountain was extremely comfortable. Everyone lived carefreely and then continued living in the Outland. This was actually a good life. Why did they have to conquer the world and destroy the peaceful life of the floating mountain?
"Elder, are we going back?" Chu Li's words broke her thoughts.
Elder Fang sorted out her thoughts and sighed. She slowly said, "Bring them back. Let's go."
Everyone nodded and collected the corpses and heads respectively. Then, they returned to the floating mountain.
When they returned to the floating mountain, it naturally attracted people to watch and discuss.
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