Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 382 The End (22) The King Sees the King
"Song Qingshu!" Mo Luo said fiercely, "The real Song Qingshu!"

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Luo under his feet, his cold eyes could not reflect the shadow of Mo Luo at all, as if he had no right to be put in his eyes.

The fox's body was still buried under the rubble, Song Qingshu only saw a fiery red tail.

The owner of this tail has been with him for seven or eight years. When he brought it back to the Central Plains from Binghuo Island, he has been raised in Wudang Mountain. The old Taoist likes it very much, and he often sits with it and discusses it. Everyone is not surprised. After all, it is not surprising that a fox who has been around for hundreds of years can understand some human languages.

For some reasons in the past this time, Song Qingshu couldn't have rushed to organize Yang Dingtian or Mo Luo, so that the fox came to create illusions and delay time.

I thought that with the fox's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to escape, but Mo Luo never gave it a chance to survive.

The death of the fox made Song Qingshu very angry, so he gave Mo Luo a heart piercing with ten thousand swords, and then nailed it to the ground with dozens of long swords formed by flowing light.

Mo Luo lay on the ground, looking up at Song Qingshu, with infinite humiliation and hatred in his heart, his arrogant heart made it hard for him to bear Song Qingshu's contemptuous eyes.

So at the next moment, the scales on Mo Luo's back stood upright, and white air waves gushed out from the hollows under the scales, pushing his whole body high into the sky. Freed from the shackles of Song Qingshu's Liuguang long sword.

"Song! Qing! Book!" He yelled, the wound on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then new scales grew out, the new scales were a little bigger than the old ones, and they looked a little harder point.

"At the end of the crossbow, dare to bark?!" Song Qingshu said coldly, and then with a wave of his hand, thousands of streamers came in surprise.

Mo Luo is no stranger to Song Qingshu's methods, and this is also due to the illusion of the fox in the illusion. At that time, in order to make the illusion more realistic, the Song Qingshu transformed by the fox was the real Song Qingshu in his memory.

Seeing countless streamers of long swords flying towards them all over the sky, Mo Luo flew towards the left with a blast of air behind Mo Luo. He knew that the speed of the streamers was not fast, and it was not difficult for him to dodge them.

But the next moment, a terrible pain came from his body.

Mo Luo couldn't help crying out in pain, and looked down, only to see that his body was filled with the flowing light swords again at some point. On his body, he actually looked quite gorgeous.

Mo Luo wondered: "How is this possible?! Never before!"

But what answered him was still the streamer long sword flying around to seal off the space around him.

The flowing light sword surrounded Mo Luo in the center, making synchronized movements with Mo Luo, no matter how he avoided it, he still couldn't escape the encirclement and blockade of thousands of flowing light long swords.

Countless streamer swords were inserted into Mo Luo's body one by one at the same speed, and each time one was inserted, Mo Luo let out a scream, and after inserting too many, he didn't even have the strength to scream. .

But those streamer swords surrounding him, as if they hadn't diminished at all, still surrounded him tightly.

Mo Luo felt as if he had been lingering. Every streamer sword inserted into his body was constantly absorbing the blood in his body. After a while, he felt that he was already extremely weak.

He gasped and said, "Song Qingshu, you can't kill me! If you kill me, you will die too, and everyone in this city will die!"

But what responded to him was still only one streamer long sword, as if there was no one behind the streamer swords that surrounded him.

Mo Luo understood that Song Qingshu was going to cut him into pieces to avenge that fox.

He was really scared this time.

"You can't kill me! If you kill me, the Great Heavenly Demon will descend, and neither you nor the people of this city will survive!" Mo Luo shouted with all his strength.

The next moment, the flowing swords spread out one after another, and Song Qingshu appeared in front of Mo Luo.

"You can't kill me!"

"Can't kill me."

Mo Luo said weakly.

Song Qingshu waved his hand and a flowing long sword pierced Mo Luo's lower jaw from bottom to top, and raised his head against his upper jaw.

"Are you threatening me?" Song Qingshu asked.

Mo Luo said in a low voice: "I didn't, what I said is the truth, do you know why there is no legend of Mo Luo left in this world?"

"you say!"

"That's because whenever Mara is eliminated, the Great Heavenly Demon will appear and kill all those who destroy Mara! Without exception!"

Song Qingshu said "Oh": "Then is there any way to destroy that big demon?"

Mo Luo shook his head and said, "The Great Heavenly Demon is truly immortal, no one can destroy him!"

"He will die, I will kill him!"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he looked very disinterested, waved his hand casually, and the long sword of thousands of lights reappeared, like a hanging curtain, and slowly surrounded Mo Luo again.

Seeing this, Mo Luo understood that no matter what he said now, Song Qingshu would not believe him, but seeing the countless flowing swords surrounded him again, he would fall into death again.

So his heart became ruthless, and he grabbed the horns on the top of his head with both hands, and then with a loud roar, he broke the horns off.

Song Qingshu turned to look at him, and with a wave of his palm, the thousands of streamers disappeared again, this time they disappeared completely, not even a single streamer was visible, and even the ones that were originally stuck on Mo Luo's body were gone.

At this moment, Mo Luo had no way out, so he had to use the last secret method to break off the two horns on his head. Suddenly, a strong blood gushed out from the broken horns. The horns moved to the edge of the mouth, swallowing big mouthfuls.

In the blink of an eye, the wounds all over his body healed again, giving birth to wider and harder scales, and as he drank blood, the edges of each of his scales began to be slowly coated with a layer of blood-red patterns, like armor. The decorative lines are ordinary and very gorgeous.

Mo Luo drank all the blood in the broken horn in two or three gulps. At this moment, his demonic flames were soaring, as if he had returned to the peak again.

But he himself understands that this state can't last long. If he can't escape as soon as possible, then as time goes by, this kind of power obtained by exhausting the river will gradually fade away. At that time, let alone escape, whether he can survive It's two words.

Mo Luo lightly clenched his fists, making a crunching sound.

He looked at Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu also looked at him.

The next moment, both of them moved!
(End of this chapter)