Suddenly, Song Zhi stood up, looked up towards the mountain, and said in a solemn voice: "Brother has drawn his sword!"

The comfortable atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi also stood up suddenly and looked towards where the Knife Grinding Hall was.

Song Yuzhi said: "I have said before that dad will never let him go. For decades, no one who entered the knife sharpening hall came out standing."

Song Shidao smiled and said: "My little sister is a little worried. I think Brother Zheng is a good match among men, and he is a perfect match for my little sister. He is also the leader of Jiangzhong and Baling, so marrying him will not be humiliating."

The prestige of the Song family has increased."

Song Yuzhi hummed: "Who cares about him? It would be best if dad kills him."

Song Shidao said: "Brother Zheng's skills are extraordinary and unparalleled among the young generation. He may make your father look at you differently and he may agree to your marriage."

Song Zhiqi said: "How can we guess what brother is thinking? We will know the result after reading it."

At this moment, another surging sword intent came down from the mountain.

…

quick.

The word "quick" can only be used to describe this sword. As if it transcended the limitations of space, the sword was raised high and arrived in front of Zheng Xie. All the air and life in the hall seemed to be sucked away by Song Que's earth-shattering sword.

It is somewhat similar to the aura of a demon. It can swallow invisible energy and apply it to one's own body, bringing the domineering power of sword techniques to the extreme.

It can be seen that Song Que is also aroused at this moment. He has used the Heavenly Sword to the extreme and is full of fighting spirit.

To deal with such a blow, the only way is to fight hard. Any idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity will only accelerate your own defeat.

"Roar!"

A shocking roar sounded, like a dragon roaring or an elephant hissing, and a force that was extremely violent exploded in the knife sharpening hall.

The thirteenth-level dragon-elephant prajna skill exploded.

The three people at the foot of the mountain also faintly heard the roar, and couldn't help but turn pale with horror.

Zheng Xie was like a wild beast, bursting out with shocking power. He rushed straight towards the strongest and most powerful point of the Heavenly Sword!

"boom!"

The grinding hall trembled, the beams creaked, the furnishings and furniture in the hall were shattered by the violent airflow, and the famous treasures hanging on the walls fell into the dust.

"Crack!"

The solid pear wood threshold was broken by Song Que's foot. His heel had already touched the stone steps outside the palace. There were five three-inch deep footprints on the ground in front of him, and the huge stone slabs paving the floor had cracked.

.

If Mo Dao Hall had not been specially reinforced during construction, it would have collapsed by now.

On the other side, Zheng Xie stood in front of the innermost wall and took a deep breath, saying deeply: "The Lord's Heavenly Sword is indeed well-deserved. Even if you don't get what you want today, Zheng's trip is not in vain."

Song Que's voice was high-pitched, and he exuded an aura of looking down on the world, and said: "There are two more swords, Mr. Zheng, please take them."

As his voice came out word by word, his sword energy became more and more high. It was as if there was nothing else in the world.

All the precious swords in the palace trembled and buzzed.

"If Zheng doesn't show his ability to keep things under control, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of this palace today."

Zheng She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. As he spoke, a layer of purple clouds appeared on his body, as misty as a fairy cloud. In the center of the purple air, a red light glowed faintly, like the rising sun, and the sky was about to

breaking Dawn!

The light in Song Que's eyes was blazing, and the heavenly sword was stretched out in line with the ground. He quickly flashed into the palace. When he came three feet in front of Zheng Xie, the sword energy suddenly stirred up and he slashed upward like lightning.

Zheng Xie's mind was surprisingly calm at this moment. A flash of light suddenly flashed in his heart, and he vaguely grasped the mystery of yin and yang in the world. In an instant, the world was reversed, and the whole person suddenly appeared above the Song family, with his head and feet, and his hands pointing to the sky.

Press the knife away.

Time seemed to have stopped for a second.

The next moment Zheng Xie was thrown up high, spinning like a top, and shot towards the palace door like a sharp arrow. His body froze in the air just as he passed halfway through it, suspended for a moment as if it had escaped the gravity of the earth, and then turned sharply downwards, with both hands

The legs were driven into the ground like nails.

The positions of the two people were reversed again, restoring the situation when they first met.

Song Que solemnly said: "There is one last stab."

A smile that was very inconsistent with the situation broke out on Zheng Xie's face, as if he thought of something extremely happy, and said to himself: "I had known that Zheng should not have restricted the contract to seven swords.

I’m even more looking forward to the next blow from the Valve Master.”

Song Que said: "The eight moves of the Heavenly Sword are called eight moves, but they are not just eight simple moves. They range from simple to complex. Every move of the Heavenly Sword can be done as you wish. There is no fixed method at all. It is like a horse flying in the sky without being restricted by rules.

The next knife can be the seventh or eighth knife. Mr. Zheng, are you ready?"

Zheng Xie said: "Listening to the words of the Valve Master, I know that the next blow is not simple. I wonder if the Valve Master will agree to my request after Zheng takes this blow."

Song Que smiled casually and said, "Let's talk about it after you have been stabbed by this knife!"

After saying that, the heavenly sword was raised.

…

"Already six swords!" Song Zhi looked at the top of the mountain, his eyes trying hard to penetrate the space, with infinite fascination on his face, and said: "Brother has not used his full strength for a long time, and his sword skills are ten times better than before.

More than twice as much.”

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi had already held their breaths and nodded deeply. They were silent in the confrontation between the two blazing auras on the top of the mountain.

At this time, Song Zhi's body trembled suddenly, and his feet couldn't help but step on the stone slabs in the pavilion until they cracked, and he shouted out loud: "Heavenly Sword!"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi were stunned and speechless.

In the sky above the Grinding Hall, a huge force of sword power lifted up the roof, and soared into the sky amid splashing rubble, with an aura that seemed to reach the ninth heaven.

This is a true heavenly sword, which can be level with the sky.

At this moment, countless Song family disciples in the mountain city discovered the anomaly on the top of the mountain. They looked towards the top of the mountain and saw the ten-foot-high sword light, feeling a sense of pride in their hearts.

This is the god of the Song family, "Heavenly Sword" Song Que!

The next second, the heavenly sword slashed straight down, and the ten-foot-long giant sword fell straight down like a toppling pillar.

"Boom" sound.

Under everyone's attention, the main hall of Mo Dao Hall was neatly and evenly divided into two halves from the middle, and the majestic momentum was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

Then, the roaring sound reached their ears.

The main hall was opened, and some people saw the thick purple energy under the sword light.

The two are at a stalemate with each other.

After a few breaths, the sword light and purple energy disappeared at the same time.

The momentum of both of them also calmed down.

The entire mountain city lost its voice at the same time, and then...

"Bang!"

The main hall collapsed and dust was flying.

Song Zhi was so impatient that he rushed out of the pavilion like lightning and ran towards the knife-sharpening hall.

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi twisted their bodies and ejaculated.

The three of them were the first ones to arrive at the Grinding Hall. When the latecomers arrived, someone hurriedly asked: "Second Master, have you seen the old man, the Lord of the Valve?"

Song Zhi and Song Shidao, brother and sister, looked at each other with muscles twitching on their faces, an ugly expression that made them want to laugh but dared not. He said, "Don't worry, everyone, the valve master is safe and sound. Let's all go back on our own."

Everyone's heart dropped, and everyone returned to their posts.
Chapter completed!