Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 379 The End (Nineteen) Lost?

Mo Luo sucked up the blood on the blood-colored cloak in one breath, and the blood-colored cloak instantly turned into fly ash and disappeared.

Seeing Mo Luo covered in blood, Song Qingshu took a deep breath and shouted: "Sword!"

The next moment, Wu Yi, a new soldier who was in Dadu, suddenly felt the flashing light of the long sword in his hand, and broke free from his hand and soared into the sky.

Wu Yi was surprised suddenly, and stretched out his hand to catch it, but found that the long sword had already flown to the sky, and he couldn't catch it at all. Like him, looking at the long sword flying away in vain, he felt very reluctant. After all, the feeling when he just held the magic weapon to kill the demon was really good.

A veteran at the side patted him on the shoulder and said: "May Day, calm down, after all, taking things is not something that people like us can have, so we should keep the corpses of our comrades in check."

Wu Wu nodded and turned around to tidy up Lao Zhao's body, but what he didn't tell anyone was that he swore in his heart that in this life he must learn the skills of the god and become the person standing in the sky.

Regardless of what the people below are thinking, at this moment Song Qingshu is standing high above the sky, facing the flaming Mo Luo. That Mo Luo has absorbed the [-] blood in the blood-colored cloak, and his momentum has reached its peak. Seeing Song Qingshu He was calling for Wan Jian to return, so he chose to strike first on a whim.

After all, although he has been saying that Song Qingshu can kill him, he also has the confidence in his heart that he can kill Song Qingshu himself, but he also has to pay a huge price.

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of Song Qingshu, very close to him, and his hands covered with sharp claws went straight to Song Qingshu's lower abdomen.

Song Qingshu was startled, the Mo Luo appeared in front of him without any warning as if he had teleported, and when he reacted, the opponent's claws had already scratched his clothes.

In desperation, Song Qingshu withdrew abruptly, and at the same time, thousands of streamers flew over and blocked between the two of them.

But before he could stabilize his figure, he found that Mo Luo bypassed all the streamers and flew towards him. The streamers couldn't keep up with his speed, so they could only chase after him closely, but it seemed a bit futile. .

Facing Mo Luo's sharp claws, Song Qingshu's innate qi filled his palms, he reached out and clasped them, collided with Mo Luo's claws, and immediately blood flew out.

Mo Luo looked at his palms with many broken scales, and then at Song Qingshu who was dripping blood, and couldn't help laughing: "I thought you could only play with swords, but I didn't expect you to have good palm skills."

Song Qingshu mobilized the innate qi in his body, repaired the wound on his hand, and replied: "So you have been paralyzing me. It seems that it is not that I can kill you, but that you can kill me."

"It's all the same, whether you kill me or I kill you, you will have to pay a huge price, so it depends on who dies first." Mo Luo waved his hands and said casually.

Song Qingshu's eyes were sharp, but he saw that Mo Luo's palm had returned to its original shape. He knew that the most powerful thing about this Mo Luo was his body, which was not only covered with hard scales, but also had a majestic qi and blood. For him to recover, the last thing he fears should be a protracted war.

But at this moment, I am at the end of my strength. With such an increase and decrease, I am afraid that I will not be able to beat the opponent.

Seeing that Song Qingshu's face was uncertain, Mo Luo said, "What are you thinking? Are you thinking about how to defeat me? It's too late!"

"If you were in your prime, I wouldn't be able to beat you, but now, hey, your Golden Core won't turn anymore, your Ten Thousand Swords will be dull, and your body will be exhausted!"

"And I am at the peak!"

"What are you fighting with me?"

After all, Mo Luo suddenly changed the subject and said: "Song Qingshu, how about this, I will give you another choice, leave here, protect yourself wisely, stay away from the wind and rain, and be a happy god with peace of mind, isn't it good?"

Song Qingshu chuckled: "Under the overturned nest, there are eggs. After only one round of fighting, you started to persuade them to surrender? It's better to be early!"

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

Mo Luo snorted coldly, and the scales all over his body suddenly stood up, revealing the muscles under the scales. Under the scales, there were actually tiny holes, and white air waves were discharged from the holes, circling around his body, sending out With a whistling sound, as if holding back his strength, he rushed towards Song Qingshu suddenly.

Not to be outdone, Song Qingshu waved his right hand, and Wan Dao Liuguang shot towards Mo Luo.

Mo Luo's speed at this time was a bit faster than before. Under the impetus of the air waves around him, he slammed into the ten thousand streams of light. His writing speed was much faster than that of the streamers. It's like he bumped into the streamer instead of the streamer shooting at him.

The next moment, the first stream of light hit Mo Luo's head, and Mo Luo shook his head lightly. The two horns on top of his head were like two long spears, and immediately flew the stream of light away, before it could fly away. Then hit it with the hardest skull.

Song Qingshu could see clearly that his streamer, which was invincible and indestructible, was knocked away by Mo Luo, and the streamer hit Mo Luo's body, shooting out countless sparks, but none of the streamer could break Mo Luo's body. scales.

The scales on Mo Luo's body were more than twice as hard as Yang Dingtian's.

Those sharp and thick horns poked at Song Qingshu against the streamer.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, the golden core that had stopped in his body turned around forcefully, and strands of innate qi emerged, and he saw his figure suddenly sway, bringing out countless double images, which tightly surrounded him The surroundings are constantly moving, but people can't tell which is the real body and which is the illusion.

Mo Luo didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and with a roar, he stabbed Song Qingshu fiercely with his horns, but Song Qingshu turned sideways lightly, and he missed it.

Just when Mo Luo and Song Qingshu passed by, Song Qingshu hit Mo Luo on the cheek with a palm, and forcibly sent him flying sideways.

Mo Luo's body spun in the air for several weeks, and stopped after flying several tens of feet.

He touched his cheek, only to feel a burning pain on his face, and immediately felt blood on his hand.

"what is this?!"

"Qinggong—[Lingbo Weibu]!"

"People in the past didn't know such fancy things!"

"Then let me open your eyes today!"

After all, Mo Luo stepped forward first, the scales all over his body stood upright, and vortex-shaped air waves gushed out from under the scales, the speed was a little faster, and after a rush, phantoms were pulled out behind him.

Song Qingshu waited in strict battle, with innate qi pouring into his hands continuously, ready to let Mo Luo see how powerful [Tianshan Liuyang Palm] is.

But at this moment, Mo Luo was split into two, which made Song Qingshu frown immediately, just like he used [Lingbo Weibu] to transform the illusion before, making Mo Luo unable to tell the truth from the fake, at this moment he also Can't tell real from fake Mara.

So I stepped on the [Lingbo Weibu] under my feet again, and dozens of illusions appeared in a short time.

I can't tell you apart, so don't you try to tell me apart!

Song Qingshu thought to himself.

But the next moment, a sharp pain suddenly hit, Song Qingshu looked down, and Mo Luo's claws were directly inserted into his chest, and his fingers penetrated deep into his chest.

Song Qingshu looked up, and saw that the pupils of Mo Luo's eyes had become blind, like snake pupils.

(End of this chapter)