Song Yunge was surprised.

This is not just vital energy, nor just psychological power, but a pure and incomparable force formed by the combination of power and vital energy.

He couldn't even remove this power.

He has been deducing and looking for loopholes in this power. He has some understanding of Wulianghai Sword Marquis through the Yuntian Palace Sword Marquis.

The Wulianghai Sword Art uses power to dominate and suppress people with power, making people unable to avoid it.

Faced with such overwhelming power, the only way is to be equally powerful.

Therefore, it is difficult to win strangely when encountering the infinite sea, only by defeating it with dignity.

It is not feasible to break the surface with a point. If the sword force is like a surging cloudy river, it can break the surface a little, but it cannot break the power that follows immediately.

Song Yunge retreated again and again, thinking about the way to restrain himself.

Finally, the Great Demon Heavenly Sacrifice Yuan Technique, which I haven't used for a long time.

The life span turned into violent force, all of which poured into the Shuxue Sword, and with a light stroke, collided with Luo Jing's sword.

"Bang!" Luo Jing flew backwards, the sky sword escaped, and he spewed out a blood arrow in the air.

"Huh?" The onlookers were surprised.

It was obviously a good situation, but seeing that Song Yunge was suppressed, he would be defeated if he could only hold on for a few moves.

How could it suddenly reverse?

Song Yunge took out three longevity pills from his arms and took them: "How?"

Luo Jing wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head without saying anything, and retreated into the crowd.

"I'll do it!" a burly young man as strong as a bear shouted: "Eat me a knife!"

A black bear appeared above his head, and the black bear roared and condensed into a black knife.

The black knife instantly slashed over Song Yunge's head.

Song Yunge greeted him with a light sword.

"Bang!" The black knife flew into the air with the burly young man.

"I'll do it!" Another young man as thin as a bamboo pole shot out, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold star.

Song Yunge has another sword.

"Bang!" He flew backwards and knocked several people away.

Seeing him flying over, these people reached out to pick him up.

But as soon as they touched the young man's body, they suddenly felt like a small boat hitting an angry wave, and flew out without any resistance.

The small sword at Song Yunge's eyebrows rotated faster, and he glanced at everyone lightly: "Who else?!"

His slowly and calm voice resounded through everyone's ears.

Their faces were gloomy and they stared at him, and their eyes seemed to be pressing down from mountains.

Song Yunge was calm and calm, his eyes swept over one by one, and he was facing glaring.

But they just glared and didn't take action.

They compete in the martial arts field every day, and take heavy measures, and they are really no different from fighting life and death.

Therefore, know the roots and bottom.

Luo Jing is already among the top three of the twenty-two. The sword technique of the Immortal Sea is like a mountain or a sea, and it is unstoppable.

He can't beat Song Yunge.

Later, someone also tested whether Song Yunge was at the end of his strength. He found that Song Yunge was at ease and had no intention of fighting again.

Song Yunge returned the sword and returned to the sheath, clasped his fists and smiled: "Since that's the case, it's too late, so why not go back and rest."

"Song Yunge, it's so majestic!" A sneer came from the crowd: "Do you really think there is no one in our Yuxiao City?"

Song Yunge looked over.

The crowd flashed, and the person who spoke was a pale young man.

His breath was weak, as if the breeze would fall down as soon as it blew.

Song Yunge saw at a glance that he was seriously injured and needed good care.

"Who are you?" Song Yunge said slowly.

"The White Tiger Guard is the longest Mo Jingyun." The young man said slowly.

Song Yunge said: "Mosh is going to fight?"

"Just just repelled a wave of Tianmei, I can't take action anymore." Mo Jingyun said lightly: "The competition and the real battle are different after all."

"It's different." Song Yunge nodded.

Mo Jingyun said: "It's better to kill Tianmei and compete with who has killed more Tianmei."

Song Yunge raised his eyebrows.

A man in his forties coughed lightly and said, "Junior Brother Mo, forget it, this is too dangerous."

Mo Jingyun chuckled: "Senior Brother Meng is afraid that he will be killed by Tianmei?"

"After all, it's the Tianmei of the Jianhou Realm." Meng Bin nodded slightly: "It's better not to have any trouble when you come from afar. Otherwise, others would think that our Yuxiao City could not tolerate others, so they deliberately harmed him."

"It's true that he is a brother of the same clan." Mo Jingyun smiled: "Okay, then forget it."

Song Yunge glanced at Meng Bin.

She has a slender figure, a handsome face and a warm temperament.

This is a disciple of Tianyue Mountain. He had not seen him on the mountain. When he entered the sect, Meng Bin had already entered the Four Spirit Guards.

However, this cannot change the fact that a disciple of a sect will be maintained at critical moments.

A young man with a round face said with a smile: "It's true that we can't do this. The four spirit guards in Daluo City are all flowers and plants in the house, and cannot withstand the wind and rain."

Song Yunge was indifferent and was not inspired.

It’s no big deal to compete in Yuxiao City. You won’t have any worries about your life, but it’s different when you leave the city.

He didn't understand the situation outside Yuxiao City and went out rashly. He was not invincible in the world. What if he met Tianmei at the Sword King realm?

Depending on one's own realm, one will surely die, even if it is replaced by the Great Sun Tathagata.

It takes such a deep accumulation to enter the ghost knowledge. The gap is beyond imagination. The difference depends on the state of transcending the border.

It is not too difficult for the Sword Master to beat the Sword Master, and the Sword Master to beat the Sword Master.

The Sword Saint is victorious in the Sword Marquis, and the sky sword is like a chasm.

And it is almost impossible for Jianhou to Shenghou to King of Kings.

Mo Jingyun's cultivation is definitely not weaker than any of the sword marquis. He was seriously injured and saved his life. It can be seen that the danger outside is dangerous.

"Oh..., who made our lives miserable?" Someone shook his head and sighed.

"I am really envious. I live in Daluo City and enjoy the prosperous times. Don't worry about the sneak attack of the sky. Unlike us, we are worried all day long and have life worries!"

"Forget it, it's different for a fan."

Song Yunge seemed to have not heard it, and clasped his fists and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll say goodbye."

He turned around and walked back with great strides.

Everyone was helpless, angry, disappointed, and depressed.

A young man complained: "Senior Brother Mo, you are really good. When is it not good to be injured? But he was injured at this time, making this boy from Daluo City crazy!"

Mo Jingyun didn't say anything.

"Senior Brother Mo is not injured, and he is not his opponent." Yang Qian, who was huddling in the crowd, snorted.

Everyone looked over and showed strange gazes.

Yang Qian shouted: "What I am talking about is the fact. It is not because I am defeated by him that I deliberately praised him!"

Everyone seemed to be smiling, half-believing and half-doubting.

His words seemed to give him relief, not because he was not strong, but because the other party was too strong.

Yang Qian snorted, too lazy to say more.

As a disciple of Phoenix Cliff, Feng Fei's Nine Heavens Sword Technique has been mastered by the spirit of his magical skills, but he still can't take this kid. Even if Mo Jingyun is not injured, he will not be able to use his Ziyang Divine Sword.

He and Mo Jingyun are just a match. If he loses so easily, he can win? It's ridiculous!

He felt that everyone was so excited that they were dizzy and unable to wake up, and could not listen to the truth.

They felt that the White Tiger Weishi in Daluo City must be inferior to them. After all, they have been trained in the battle of heaven, while Song Yunge enjoys a blessing in Daluo City.

But this is the real world, not that fair.

"I have a way to make him lose without a doubt!" said a handsome young man.
Chapter completed!