Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 377 The End (Seventeen) Ten Thousand Swords Slaughter Demons
Song Qingshu was a little confused about the guy in front of him who called himself Mo Luo, but he understood that the other party was still an enemy.

So he took back the golden elixir, since Mo Luo said so, he would rather believe it than believe it.

"Oh, I took it back, so what are you going to do next?" Mo Luo asked with interest.

Song Qingshu asked curiously: "Nessie is not worried at all, are you so sure? Do you think I can't kill you?"

Mo Luo chuckled and said, "I don't think you can't kill me, but if you want to kill me, it depends on how much you can pay."

"Like Jin Dan?"

"Ah."

Song Qingshu understood that the Mo Luo in front of him seemed to be polluting. It was not easy to kill him, but it was not difficult. The difficult thing was to pay a price.

"Are you betting?"

"Well, I'm just betting."

"What if I can't kill you?"

"Then you'd better find a place to live your life in peace. Don't care what the world has become!"

"If I am determined to kill you, what price will I have to pay?"

"I'm afraid, you will lose this piece of sky."

Song Qingshu understood what Mo Luo meant. Losing this sky meant that Song Qingshu would lose his ability to ascend to the sky, which meant that he would become an ordinary person.

This price is indeed a bit high.

Song Qingshu was silent. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the Mo Luo in front of him was more difficult to deal with than that Yang Dingtian. It didn't mean that his kung fu ability was stronger than Yang Dingtian, but that this way of killing his heart was more difficult than any kung fu. They all hurt people.

Mo Luo saw his hesitation, and asked, "Then, Song Qingshu, what would you choose? Would you choose to kill me, then give up your identity and abilities like a fairy, and spend the rest of your life in regret? Or choose to jump out?" The Three Realms are not in the Five Elements, why don't you just sit on the sidelines?"

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Luo again. From the eyes of the other party, he saw the banter and malice, and even the deep madness. Once he made a choice at this moment, there would be no room for change.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cry and roar in his ears, his face changed slightly, and he suddenly looked down.

I saw that the metropolitan city under my feet had become chaotic at some point, with cries, shouts, and killing sounds mixed together.

He took a closer look, and saw that at some point, countless thin figures suddenly appeared in the city, with blood-red bodies and hideous faces. They were the hundred thousand heavenly demons who were in the blood-colored banner before, and those heavenly demons were in the city right now Indiscriminately killing civilians, blood and fire flooded the entire metropolis for a while.

Song Qingshu also saw Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, as well as many generals of the Ming army Jiang, commanding the army to fight against those heavenly demons, but the heavenly demons are immortal, and they are supplemented by the blood of those killed by them. Where is it? Ordinary soldiers of the Ming army can deal with it.

He looked up at Mo Luo, and said coldly, "You forced me to make a choice?"

Mo Luo nodded seriously: "Yes, I'm forcing you, but you don't need to worry, as long as you don't make a move, I think you choose to stand on the sidelines."

"So you are also delaying time!" Song Qingshu suddenly realized.

Mo Luo's complexion changed slightly, and then he grinned: "You have discovered this. Yes, I was delaying time. After all, Yang Dingtian spent too much energy and blood, so I have to replenish it. And below, there happened to be some blood food." , isn't it a coincidence?"

Hearing what he said, Song Qingshu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and looked down again, only to see that those heavenly demons had already broken through the defense of the Ming army, and began to rush into the army formation to slaughter wantonly.

Seeing those soldiers and civilians being beheaded, their intestines pulled out, thrown into the sky, and trampled to pieces one by one, those heavenly demons seem to be keen on all kinds of torture, and the worse the death, the more excited they are.

Seen from the sky, half of them were already stained red with blood.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's heart trembled suddenly.

Because he suddenly saw a baby being torn into pieces by more than a dozen demons, and at the same time, a man jumped on one of the demons, clasped his hands on the eyes and mouth of the demon, and bit the neck of the demon with his mouth open. .

The demon was finally killed by this man, but the man was also torn to pieces by other demons.

But the next moment, the man's corpse suddenly fused together and turned into a demon again.

This scene gave Song Qingshu a chill in his heart.

"Is this the Heavenly Demon?" He lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

Mo Luo also watched with relish, and replied casually: "What kind of demons are these? They are just some low-level demons. They only act on instinct, disgusting and ugly."

His comments, however, come from the heart, making people feel very serious and sincere.

"Do you know that it is the Ming army who are fighting those heavenly demons?" Song Qingshu suddenly raised his head and said very seriously.

Mo Luo was taken aback, "So what?"

"The Ming army's goal is to drive out the Tartars and restore China."

"And they have just completed this goal. This process is very difficult, but they did it."

"I have always thought that my goal is the same, and it is the same when I was born in this world."

"But now, today, I realize that my target is not some Targa, but you, Mara."

"You are my Tartar!"

When the words fell to the ground, Song Qingshu suddenly roared: "Mo Luo, prepare to die!"

Mo Luo's expression changed suddenly, and with a sudden wave of his hand, he saw the heavenly demons in the capital leap forward one by one, soaring into the sky, and then gradually gathered together in the sky, turning into a wave of blood.

However, at this moment, a stream of light suddenly burst out of the ground, instantly turning into a long sword, directly piercing a demon, and then drawing an arc in the air, falling back to the ground, the demon just like this The long sword formed by the flowing light is strung on the ground, no matter how much it struggles, it is difficult to get free.

Immediately afterwards, another ray of light broke out from the ground, followed by the third, fourth, tenth, hundredth, thousand, and ten thousand.

Tens of thousands of streamers burst out of the ground one after another, and flew straight into the sky. In a short time, the entire metropolis was filled with streamers dancing, like immortals and illusions.

"God, are you here to pick me up?" A man on the verge of death muttered to himself as he watched the stream of light flying all over the sky. There was a happy smile on his face, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.

Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, as well as many Ming soldiers and civilians also stood still, obsessively watching the stream of light dancing in the sky, others didn't know it, but Xu Da knew it in his heart.

"Young Master Song, are you the one who came to save us?!" He murmured.

Chang Yuchun heard it, and replied: "Yes."

The next moment, the stream of light hovered over Dadu, it didn't fly high, but it cut off the passage of the Heavenly Demon and the Scarlet Banner.

Accompanied by a howl, a stream of light shot down suddenly, turned into a long sword in the air, and stabbed at the chest of a demon. The demon didn't even resist, and was strung on the ground like this, struggling. After two clicks, there was no sound.

Immediately afterwards, there was a huge whistling sound that shook the world.

The tens of thousands of streamers turned into tens of thousands of long swords.

One by one, piercing the blood-red demon!

One by one, string the demons on the ground!

One by one, slaughter the immortal demons!
　This chapter was written with joy

　　
　
(End of this chapter)