One runs beyond the heavenly Technique, and the other runs infinitely like the sea.

Suddenly, the energy of a higher level of heaven rolled down, poured into their bodies and the long sword, and fought against the devouring power of the demon saint.

The two women spit out a blood arrow.

The blood that fell to the ground was filled with cold air, and the weeds on the ground instantly withered yellow.

Song Yunge turned his wrist and wanted to twist the sword to expand the wound, but the sword could not move after being clamped by the powerful muscles, as if it was cast in iron.

The old man in green robe stretched out his right hand like lightning, and had already pressed Song Yunge's Baihui acupoint and lifted him off the ground.

The exploration was too fast, and Song Yunge had no time to react, and had no time to let go and escape. He was already pressed down on Baihui acupoint. When he reacted, his feet were already off the ground.

Suddenly, a strange force poured into the Baihui acupoint, leading to the whole body, and the body suddenly collapsed.

All the strength in the body suddenly relaxed, and the muscles and bones were as soft as anesthesia.

He roared in his heart but was unable to activate his power. He could only feel his blood and energy pouring into the Baihui acupoint and being pulled out.

His face pale in an instant.

The two women's faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly waved their swords and attacked them to save Song Yunge.

"Haha..." The old man in green robe laughed happily, and finally solved this crazy, despicable, shameless and insidious boy!

He was like a ghost, easily avoiding the two female sword lights, lowered his head and stared at Song Yunge, laughing and said, "Boy, you should have known that there will be today. You dare to go against me and commit suicide!"

Song Yunge's eyelids were drooping as if he had fallen asleep, and his hand was still on the hilt of the sword that pierced the old man in the green robe's right chest, but he could not move a finger.

"Don't pretend to be dead. You are not dead yet. I will keep you in one breath and swallow your essence and blood and life span, leaving only a little bit, allowing you to survive for ten days and half a month, and causing you to die in pain, haha...haha..." The old man in the green robe laughed happily, feeling his mind was clear and his whole body was comfortable.

Song Yunge's face became whiter and whiter, his skin was as dull as charcoal, and his blood rolled away like a flood breaking the dam.

Zhuo Xiaowan tightly pursed her red lips, her bright eyes were clear, and she had already made up her mind to use the Blood-Striped Sword.

Song Yunge's body cannot move, but his mind is more agile.

After experiencing life and death last time, he faced this situation again, and was able to quickly recover from calmness and find a way to escape.

If you practice the magic skills, you can escape from devouring, but the leader of the Wumo Sect opened the inheritance and could not practice the magic skills at all.

The Great Demon Heavenly Yuan Sacrifice technique is useless at this time. The Great Demon Heavenly Yuan Sacrifice technique can only burn life span and increase strength, surpassing the realm.

Thinking of the realm, his inspiration flashed, and he immediately thought about the Qingyuan Sword Technique to comprehend the artistic conception of the first style.

When he was about to die, he was extremely focused and left everything behind, only the artistic conception of this sword.

Inexplicably, he captured the subtle artistic conception that could only be understood but could not be expressed in words.

The middle part of the eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a ray of light shot towards the sky.

A white rainbow fell from the sky to cover his body, and the white rainbow turned into a small sword and drilled into his forehead.

The two women who were urging their secret technique to be tried to desperately were stunned. Mei Ying blurted out: "Breakthrough! Sword Master!"

"Haha..." The old man in green robe showed a happy smile: "Okay, what a pure power!"

The power of breaking through the realm is the most pure. When he swallows, he is like drinking mellow wine. It is so smooth and beautiful that he feels that his power is rising rapidly.

A ray of light flashed across Song Yunge's eyes, and the vitality that urged the Ninth Heaven to flow into his body suddenly, diluting the strange power of the old man in the green robe.

His hair suddenly changed, like a layer of white frost falling on it, burning for thirty years to cross a realm.

The Sword Lord became a Sword Lord, which moved the vitality of the third heaven.

The vitality of the third heaven is stronger and more pure. After it suddenly pours into the body, the power of the old man in the green robe is washed away even less.

He recovered a little strength and immediately slashed the sword without hesitation.

The two are only one level away from their current realm. This time, he was not like an ant shaking an elephant like before.

The long sword was stalked, and the old man in the green robe groaned, his injury instantly worsened, and blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth.

He was furious.

Pressing Song Yunge's palm tightened suddenly, and even more powerful power descended, Song Yunge was about to collapse again.

He saw the two women turning into several afterimages attacking wildly, desperately trying to save himself, but unfortunately he couldn't save him.

Mei Ying and Zhuo Xiaowan both had blood gushing from the corners of their mouths.

Zhuo Xiaowan's right arm was covered with red lines, and blood was oozing out, just like white porcelain shattered and oozing out red juice, which was caused by the blood-patterned sword.
Chapter completed!