C212 A Fatal Strike

Eight bags of elders arrived in front of Xue Qing in the blink of an eye. Xue Qing struck out with his sharp sword, drawing out a cold light. Waves of sword Qi spread out in all directions, sending out traces of coldness.

As the sword light flashed, the red maple trees fell like a rain of blood. Wherever the sword Qi went, the flowers and plants withered, and the leaves of the trees rustled in the cold wind.

It seemed like there was nothing in this world that could stop the blade of the Great Song Yang Sword. Wherever the sword pointed, everything was in a mess, and everyone was stunned by the power of the sword.

The sword was the sword. It was because it had an innate spiritual energy. It's not like any other weapon. It's alive, alive. Just like a person!

As it swept away everything in its path, it showed the demeanor of a great family. Xue Qing's eyes were full of sadness, but there were a few flames in them. It was like a burning fire, shining brightly in the cold wind.

However, his sword was cold and bone-piercing cold. Under the rain of blood, the Great Song Yang Sword was like a piece of ice that was being condensed, piercing deep into any place that had warmth.

What it brought to the world. . . When the heavy sword struck, only coldness and sadness remained. There must be a bloody light. Xue Qing had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Although his sword was still in his hand, the eight bags of elders were now surrounded by countless sword lights.

At this moment, Xue Qing was full of confidence. When he wielded his sword, he had always been very confident. When he used all of his techniques to their fullest potential, the corner of Xue Qing's mouth couldn't help but raise into a faint smile.

This was a kind of joy towards victory. Xue Qing was a man who didn't smile or smile, but when he was proud of himself, he would still show a proud expression that he normally wouldn't see.

However, he was wrong because all of his sword moves had reached their limit, while the crutch of the eight bags of elders was placed in front of his chest without moving at all.

He used the same method to deal with all kinds of changes, no matter how many sword lights surrounded him, he never moved. Any sword light could take his life, but he did not move at all.

Wasn't this willpower an abnormal action? Just as Xue Qing thrust out that fatal strike, thousands of sword light condensed in one place, and all of its power was concentrated on this strike.

He had already seen through the meaning of the elder, so he no longer waved his sword. No matter how much interference it caused to the elder, it was all fake and void. He was an extremely clear-headed person. He had absolute insight and supreme willpower.

When Xue Qing thrust his sword, he knew that he would either die or be injured in this battle. This was because the elder waved his walking stick at the same time, and his target was his Great Song Yang Sword!

There really weren't many people in this world who had the courage to face a heavy sword like the Great Song Yang Sword. They either held divine weapons in their hands, or they had powerful inner energy.

The crutches in the hands of the eight bags of elders were not even considered weapons. The only reason he dared to face the Great Song Yang Sword head on was that he had an unusually strong inner energy.

This inner energy had already broken through the limitations of weapons and had already achieved the acme of perfection. With a loud bang, the red leaves fell from the sky. The rain of blood finally came to an end, and the mountain once again returned to its former tranquility. The stream that had left in a hurry left without looking back, only letting out a sparse sound of running.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were beating. The result of this unprecedented battle was truly eye-catching. No matter who it was, they all understood the meaning of this battle. It was not only the Mount Song faction fighting the Beggar Gang, it was also a type of confrontation between the supreme martial arts forces in the martial arts world.

These two people were worthy of being ranked in the top ten in the martial arts world. They were both first-rate experts and each of them represented a powerful force behind them. Therefore, their victory and defeat involved not only personal honor and honor, but also the outcome of the competition between the two factions.

The sound of the wind had already disappeared, and the sword light had gradually fallen. Everything was still recovering, but Xue Qing had already fallen. The Great Song Yang Sword in his hand was still raised high, but his entire hand was trembling uncontrollably.

This unparalleled sword was also trembling non-stop. Besides that, it seemed like there was no longer any liveliness in the world. Bright red blood slowly flowed down from the corner of Xue Qing's mouth. The expression on his face was very complicated.

There was some helplessness, some unwillingness, some hesitation, but most of it was relief. He finally understood that this Great Song Yang Sword was not an invincible divine weapon. In order to be invincible, one had to rely on others.

Tears sparkled in Xue Qing's eyes. He slowly closed his eyes. Tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes and fell on the green grass. When emotions and the earth embraced, it was also the time for him to leave the earth.

The crutches in the hands of the eight bags of elders were also trembling. A large piece of flesh had been worn out on the back of his heel. The bones in the back of his feet were almost exposed. He tightly bit the corner of his mouth. There was no joy of victory because he did not have absolute victory.

He had used up too much of his physical strength in this battle. He couldn't kill Xue Qing anymore. He couldn't even regain his previous demeanour. He could only remain in a stalemate. He knew very well that if it wasn't for the rock that grew out of the ground behind his feet, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the power of this sword.

The Great Song Yang Sword was not a heavy sword that was feared by everyone in the Jianghu. No one should look down on its ability, much less the ability of the person who held the Great Song Yang Sword.

Although Xue Qing fell, he did not really lose. No one won this battle, and no one lost either. However, some people had already started to judge the outcome of this battle.

Murong Ke laughed loudly and said, "Eighth Pouch Elder is truly peerless. We admit that we are inferior to you. Even the Great Song Yang Sword was defeated by you. You should be called the number one under the heavens! "

The corner of Eighth Pouch Elder's mouth twitched slightly. He held back his cough and sighed. "Oh? Is that so? Unfortunately, I can't tell at all. " Murong Ke pointed at Xue Qing, who was lying on the ground, and the still standing Great Song Yang Sword. "Isn't this obvious enough? He has already fallen, but you are still dazzling. "

The eight bags elder nodded. "Oh, he has already fallen. Then it seems that I have indeed won. Then what do you plan to do with him?" Murong Ke shook his head. " You have defeated him. It is naturally not junior's turn to deal with him. We will listen to you. "

The ball was once again kicked in front of the eight bags of elders. They knew very well that Xue Qing must be killed now, but it was very important who killed him, because the person who killed Xue Qing was the enemy of the entire Mount Song Sect.

With so many people present, they would definitely bring this news out, and Xue Qing himself had brought a lot of disciples with him. They had witnessed this moment. Therefore, if the eight bags of elders wanted to kill Xue Qing, it was equivalent to officially declaring war on the Mount Song Sect.

However, there was one advantage to killing Xue Qing, and that was that he could obtain the Great Song Yang Sword. This sword had been passed down in the Mount Song Sect for hundreds of years. It had been passed down for hundreds of years. During that time, it was unknown how many opponents it had defeated, or how much glory it had won for the Song Mountain Sect.

Therefore, the treasured sword was what everyone wanted, but at this moment, it had become a hot potato. Moreover, at this moment, the eight bags of elders didn't have the ability to kill Xue Qing, because he couldn't even move, so how could he kill someone?

He let out a long breath and said, "When we arrive at the Gusu Alliance, we will naturally follow Young Master Murong's lead. This Great Song Yang Sword should naturally belong to young master as well. How could I dare to covet such a treasure?"

At this time, the disciples of Mount Song Sect rushed forward to protect Xue Qing. The leading disciple shouted, "Whoever dares to touch my master, we will fight him with our lives!"

Murong Ke sneered and waved his hand. A group of people rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, these disciples of Mount Song Sect had become dead souls under the blade. Murong Ke said lightly, "Now, I think no one is against killing Xue Qing, right?"

Everyone present kept silent. For a loser, what awaited him was only death. Murong Ke turned to the eight bags of elders and said with a smile: "Then you are the one who did it? Or should I do it for you? "

The elder slowly closed his eyes. Murong Ke smiled and nodded. He walked to Xue Qing step by step and looked at Xue Qing who was lying on the ground. He shook his head and squatted down, wanting to take the Great Song Yang Sword away from his hand.

However, there was still a very strong force in the sword in his hand. This force had been stubbornly resisting. No matter how much strength Murong Ke used, he could not snatch the Great Song Yang Sword away from his hand.

Murong Ke wiped his sweat and sighed softly, "I never thought that a person who is about to die would be so stubborn. Xue Qing, handing the Great Song Yang Sword to me is much better than giving it to those useless trash. This sword in my hand will definitely unleash its unprecedented energy. I don't think you want the glory of this sword to fall from this world, right?"

Tears rolled down from Xue Qing's eyes again. He shook his head gently. He said lightly: "Never mind, never mind. " Just as he was about to let go of his hand, a cold light suddenly flashed by. The Great Song Yang Sword had actually disappeared!

Murong Ke jumped up and pulled out the saber from his waist. He slashed in the direction where the man had escaped. The power of the knife was earth-shattering. Many innocent people in the surroundings were injured by the power of the knife.

Both sides had already opened up a path and he followed closely behind. This black shadow kept flickering but at this moment, it had already slowed down because the power of that blade seemed to have already injured him.

Murong Ke also understood this point. So he was not worried at all. Although this black shadow's Light-body Technique was not bad, it did not exceed Murong Ke's. Furthermore, he was injured now. How could he be a match for Murong Ke?

After Murong Ke slowed down his footsteps, he aimed at his target and slashed down again. This slash had the power to split open mountains and split open rocks. The surrounding trees fell one by one. That person's footsteps stopped in an instant.

Murong Ke smiled faintly. He knew that there was no need to chase anymore. He walked to the man and took off his veil. It was a very young man who looked somewhat similar to Xue Qing.

Who the hell was this? Xue Qing would have to confirm it. When Murong Ke dragged the young man's corpse to Xue Qing, Xue Qing suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he saw this young man, his entire world seemed to collapse.

That was his son, his only son, Xue Lang. He was also one of the successors of his Great Song Yang Sword. At this moment, he was actually lying quietly beside him, unable to wake up.

He didn't want to bring his son along with him when he came to the Gusu Alliance. However, Xue Lang wasn't someone to be trifled with. Along the way, he knew that as long as they reached their destination and went to find Xue Qing, Xue Qing would have no choice but to bring him along.

He really didn't expect that Xue Lang would actually lose his life here because of his willfulness. To Xue Qing, his son, who was more important than anything else, actually died because of the Great Song Yang Sword.

He suddenly felt that it was an ominous sword. For so many years, the reputation of the Mount Song Sect was actually built up by the ancestors through their own ability. With this sword, the current Mount Song Sect could still be revitalized.

Therefore, Xue Qing looked at Murong Ke, who was holding the Great Song Yang Sword, and suddenly laughed out loud. "This sword will be yours from now on. It will be yours! Hahaha! "

He kept laughing out loud. His voice was getting louder and louder, and it was even worse than crying. Murong Ke said coldly, "Then today, I will use this sword to execute you. "

As the sword slashed down, Xue Qing was already waiting for his death. Now that his son was dead, he no longer had any worries in this world. It was just that he had never thought that his son would die under the Great Song Yang Sword.

However, before the sword landed, he heard a violent vibration. The Great Song Yang Sword had already stopped in midair. On the blade of his sword, there was a jet-black blade. The blade's light flashed slightly, and the blade directly pressed against the Great Song Yang Sword's blade.

This was an extremely ordinary blade, but at this moment, it was able to withstand the Great Song Yang Sword's power. Xiao Nanfeng! Everyone couldn't help but shout out loudly. This was clearly Xiao Nanfeng. Xiao Nanfeng had actually returned. This was simply a nightmare.

In that battle, Xiao Nanfeng had clearly been told that he had died in the river. No one had expected that he would appear here alive. At this moment, he was like a ghost, becoming the nightmare of everyone present.

Xiao Nanfeng said coldly, "You don't deserve to use this sword!" Killing intent suddenly flashed in Murong Ke's eyes. He said fiercely, "You have come to ruin my plans again. This time, you will never escape!"

Xiao Nanfeng slowly forced the Great Song Yang Sword away. He said faintly: "I didn't think of escaping this time, but before I leave, I have to kill a few people. "

"Oh? I wonder who they are?" The Eight Bag Elder said with a smile. Xiao Nanfeng glared at him. "One of them is you. Of course, it's not just you! There were also many people. Everyone here is not a good person. "

The Eight Bag Elder coughed twice and said with a smile: " Killing me now is easier than killing a chicken. If you have time now, you can kill me first"

He was clearly distracting Xiao Nanfeng. At this moment, Murong Ke had already seized the opportunity. He swung his sword, sending out a cold light.