Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 383 The End (23) Mora Dies, Demon Appears
Mo Luo moved forward, Song Qingshu went backward.

Mo Luo swung his fist and immediately stirred the clouds beside him, and the milky white cloud was instantly sucked into the face of his fist, and even the surrounding air seemed to be sucked up by this punch.

This punch was like a bolt from the blue, and it came to Song Qingshu in an instant.

Song Qingshu faced the punch, but gently stretched out his hand.

The next moment, a broad sword suddenly appeared between the two.

It was as if someone thought that a god was standing on the sky, and inserted his sword between the two of them. The wide blade covered Song Qingshu's whole body behind it.

Mo Luo didn't expect such a change, but this punch was already on the string, so he gritted his teeth and punched the blade.

Suddenly, there was a huge humming sound between the sky and the earth.

Like morning bells and evening drums, it is thought-provoking.

Like the thunder of the nine heavens, it shakes people's hearts.

For a moment, Mo Luo felt that he could no longer feel his palm.

He stepped back suddenly, his eyes scanning around in front of him, cautiously on guard.

But at this moment, his back suddenly bumped into something, he was startled, and thought to himself, above this high altitude, what could block his way?
He couldn't help but look back, only to see an equally wide blade standing behind him at this moment, when he backed up just now, he bumped into this blade.

Mo Luo looked up, and saw that the blade of the sword seemed to go straight to the sky, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

His expression changed, and he rushed to the left suddenly, but just after taking two steps, another huge sword blade descended from the sky, blocking his way.

The blade of this sword is exactly the same as that of the two, the only difference may be the difference in the pattern on the sword.

Mo Luo understood that Song Qingshu was playing tricks at this time, and he knew that he had to get out of the encirclement of the giant sword immediately, otherwise he would only die.

But just when he was about to run in other directions, another giant blade fell, blocking the road on his right side.

Immediately afterwards, the fifth giant sword, the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth giant swords fell one after another.

Nine giant swords descended from the sky, enveloping Mo Luo without leaving any gaps.

Among the nine giant swords, Mo Luo ran around like a headless fly.

"Song Qingshu! I'm not convinced!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

"I don't agree!"

Among the nine swords, Mo Luo uttered a final mournful cry to cover up his inner timidity.

The next moment, he punched the giant sword again, but this time the giant sword didn't even make a sound, but this punch temporarily disabled Mo Luo's right hand.

Reluctantly, he hit the blade with his left fist again, but it had no effect at all.

Soon, both of his hands were useless, so he kicked and bumped with his legs again, but it still had no effect.

"Song Qingshu, you can't kill me."

"Kill me and you won't live"

"I can't die, I can't die."

Mo Luo's voice gradually changed from hysterical to exhausted.

At this time, Song Qingshu's voice came over: "Do you think these things are prepared for you?"

Mo Luo asked numbly, "What else?"

Song Qingshu laughed lightly: "These are all prepared for the big demon in your mouth!"

The next moment, the nine huge divine swords suddenly burst into brilliant light.

That Mo Luo was in it, like the meat on the chopping board, unable to resist at all, he could only let the brighter and brighter light swallow his figure.

He was horrified to find that the scales on his body were gradually melting, like candles being burned by flames. The fine scales melted into tiny black beads, rolling off Mo Luo's body and falling on the ground. On the ground, it fell to pieces.

The scales melted very quickly, but at this moment, Mo Luo's body was covered with densely packed small holes. In each of the small holes, white water vapor was continuously produced. When the white water vapor met the light of the Nine Swords, It also quickly turned into mist and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

As if his bones had been drained dry, Mo Luo's figure shrank from the point of his sword, and his original figure of more than eight feet tall gradually shrank to less than four feet.

As his figure shrank, the muscles all over his body were loose and squeezed together, as ugly as he wanted.

In the end, Mo Luo's whole body was like a pancake on a chopping board, and his whole body was spread out into one piece. Even so, he still didn't die, which shows how tenacious his vitality is.

But at this moment, the light of the Nine Swords is already as strong as the sun, which makes people unable to look directly at it.

And Mo Luo knew that he couldn't last long, but he never thought that he would die under the light because he was so powerful.

"Song Qingshu, congratulations, you killed me!" Mo Luo shouted with the last of his strength, "I'll take a step first and wait for you over there, you will definitely come, hahaha, today! Just today !"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and the light of the Nine Swords suddenly blazed, completely covering the sun in the sky.

The people who had already run out of the city saw this scene, but knelt down on the ground and chanted something in a low voice.

And Mo Luo inside the sword finally shouted, "I'll be waiting for you on Huangquan Road!"

As soon as the words fell, his whole body was blown into a flesh flower.

The demon who has been reborn continuously for thousands of years, the demon who is about to turn the world upside down, and the demon who absorbs 10 energy and blood and wants to explode and kills hundreds of thousands of people, just died like this.

All that was left of the dead was a puddle of meat, still black and burnt.
Song Qingshu didn't look at the puddle of meat, but looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sky above his head unexpectedly showed a strange colorful color at some point.

That color looks disgusting, but it's so eye-catching, it's paradoxical.

Song Qingshu frowned, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Is this the big demon?"

The next moment, a face suddenly appeared in the colorful clouds, with a nose and eyes. It was not an illusion created by floating clouds, but a real human face.

The man's face opened its mouth wide, and a flesh-red tentacle suddenly protruded from the cloud and rolled straight towards the Nine Swords.

But before the tentacle touched Nine Swords, a mass of light suddenly lit up on Nine Swords, and that light turned into a piercing sword aura, slashing directly at the tentacle.

The tentacle looked ordinary, but it was very flexible. Even though the sword qi slashed on it, there was no scar at all, and there was only a huge sound of metal and stone colliding.

The tentacle suddenly retracted, as if being provoked, and the face above the sky suddenly became hideous.

The next moment, the world was silent.

(End of this chapter)