: One against four

Ning Hangshan's red tassel spear has not only grown longer, but also become very huge. The place where Ning Hangshan holds is only the size of a teacup, but the spear shot in front of Song Lin is as thick as a wellhead. Not to mention penetrating Song Lin's body, I'm afraid that one shot will be enough to shatter Song Lin's upper body!

That guy is dead!

The disciples of Wudang, Hedong, all sentenced Song Lin to death in their hearts. With Ning Hangshan's cultivation level, they are at least a hero in the quarterfinals and idols of many disciples. They were all excited and excited to see Song Lin being killed by a violent shot, and blood was splattered everywhere. This was exciting and refreshing!

But what they saw was that when Ning Hangshan's spear tip was about to stab Song Lin, a sword with a fiery red light flew out from somewhere. The sword was exposed, as if the scorching sun was unaware of it!

"when--"

A metal sound like a bronze bell was slashed down, and it was the fiery red sword that was slashed in the sky, and it was exactly the tip of the red tassel spear, which turned out to be sharp and sharp!

The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!

The sharp weapon is born!

The fiery red sword directly cut the spear of the red tassel spear. The spear that seemed unstoppable was actually opened as if it was chopping firewood. The fiery red sword was even more unreasonable and slashed down with the momentum, and actually cut the entire red tassel spear into two pieces!

"puff--"

Ning Hangshan had already spewed out a mouthful of blood first. The red tassel spear was his soul treasure. Although it was only a wisp of spiritual consciousness that he had split into two pieces, it still damaged his vitality.

Just as he spewed out blood, the fiery red sword had quickly slashed down, directly slashing Ning Hangshan's entire arm into two sections!

Help-Ning Hangshan only had such an idea flashing through his mind, but he had no time to dodge.

Fortunately, at this time, the leader of Qinglong Hall, the leader of Baihu Hall, and the leader of Zhuque Hall, Geng Hao, had already taken action in time!

Lu Wenlong waved his hand, and a dragon-headed sword shot out from behind his head and cut it down towards Song Lin! The blade was shocking, as if it was about to cut the entire sky into two halves!

Bai Wei closed her palms, and a green rainbow flew out of her palm, which was a blue short sword. The green rainbow circled in a very fast speed and stabbed Song Lin's vest. It was silent and did not cause any fluctuations in air.

Geng Hao had a round of hands, and a strange gear-shaped weapon with golden light was spinning and slashing Song Lin's lower three ways! This strange gear-shaped weapon was called "Surf Bird Death Wheel", which was Geng Hao's strange gate weapon, the most insidious.

The disciples all took a breath of air. This was the first time they saw four hall masters taking action at the same time. What shocked them even more was that the first time they saw four hall masters taking action together, but they besieged a boy who looked less than twenty years old!

Who is this young man? How could he be so powerful!

Li Yifeng was the most excited. He never expected that his friend Song Lin would be so powerful. He clearly remembered that when the two met, Song Lin's cultivation was still two levels away from him. But now Song Lin is just like a god, even the master of Wudang, Hedong, was chopped off at will!

Unexpectedly, the distance between the two was so huge... Li Yifeng also felt a little sad in his heart. Song Lin could easily kill the hall master of Wudang, Hedong, and fight the four hall masters alone, but he was still working hard to become a formal disciple of Wudang, Hedong. This gap was not something that could be made up for by hard work. Li Yifeng felt that he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with Song Lin in his life. As time went by, the gap would become bigger and bigger, and he would never be a person in the same world...

Song Lin, it shouldn't be a mediocre world... Li Yifeng sighed, no matter what, we used to be friends, weren't we...

The Qinglong Tianjian, the White Tiger Seven Killing Blade, the Vermilion Bird Extermination Wheel, and the Three Soul Treasures attacked Song Lin at the same time from three different angles! The three of them regarded Song Lin as the most powerful enemy they had encountered in their lives, and even if they joined forces, they could not care about their reputation. They just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of sneak attack to kill Song Lin to be at ease.

But at this moment, Song Lin suddenly shook his body, and then his body divided into several phantoms one by one. These phantoms looked like smoke condensed, and gradually became clear. They were all exactly the same as Song Lin, as if they were carved from a mold, and they were all holding fiery red swords in their hands that were like the scorching sun.

There are three clones in total!

Three clones Song Lin held Canhong's clone and rushed towards the three hall masters. However, Song Lin's original power did not diminish. Canhong's power was slashed out as if it was unstoppable, and directly cut off half of his arm along Ning Hangshan's arm!

Ning Hangshan squirted blood and wanted to escape, but unfortunately, even if he was too fast to Canhong, he had just turned around and was caught up by Canhong! Canhong turned into a rainbow shadow, instantly piercing Ning Hangshan's neck. His head rolled and landed on the ground. The headless body rushed forward and fell straight into the dust. The blood instantly sprayed blood mist, dyeing the earth red...

The disciples of Wudang in Hedong all looked pale and bloodless. They never expected that someone would be so powerful. Even a ruthless man like Ning Hangshan was slashed with one sword, and he could also divide three clones to deal with the other three hall masters. This person is probably not weaker than the head of Wudang in Hedong, right?

Driven by their master, the three soul treasures, such as the Qinglong Tianjian, the White Tiger Seven Killing Blade, and the Vermilion Bird Destroyer Wheel, were hard to resolve with Song Lin's clone. Originally, Lu Wenlong, Bai Wei and Geng Hao thought that even if this move could not kill Song Lin, he could at least save Ning Hangshan. In this way, the four main hall masters could at least fight with Song Lin.

However, they did not expect that they could not successfully surround Wei and rescue Zhao. Ning Hangshan died with one move under Song Lin, which made the three of them frightened. The three of them intersected their eyes and immediately understood each other's feelings.

So almost at the same time, the three of them used a killer spell.

"Wudang Shenglong Ba!"

Lu Wenlong temporarily allowed the Qinglong Kaitian Sword to fight Song Lin's clone independently, accumulating magic power, and his right hand gathered Shui Lingsu within a hundred miles of surrounding him. On his fist, the green light rolled like a wave. Suddenly, he punched out. The rolling green light turned into a green dragon and roared and shot at Song Lin!

"White Tiger Meteor Fist!"

Bai Wei also let the White Tiger Seven Killing Blades, like Lu Wenlong, and his pink fists turned into ten thousand meteors with his charming scolding. He didn't know how many punches he made in an instant. Each punch condensed sharp golden spirit su, surrounding Song Lin like shells.

"The bird's wings fly in the sky!"

Geng Hao's long, crimson-red permed hair was swept up and flying by the storm. He held his hands together, his index fingertips faced each other, and a fiery red vermilion bird flew out from his fingertips, and a faint cry was heard looking up at the sky.

But before the fiery red vermilion bird could fly out, it suddenly turned into nothingness. Geng Hao was shocked and hurriedly wanted to gather the fire spirit again, but found that it could not be gathered at all, just as the fire spirit within a hundred miles was instantly drained.

"How could this happen?" Geng Hao's unbelievable efforts to gather the fire spirits were the same several times. Geng Hao was confused and did not understand why. But suddenly he heard the screams of people around him. He quickly looked up and saw a raging flame in Song Lin's palm!

The flames in Song Lin's hand suddenly rose high, as red as a rising sun in his palm.

Storm of sun!

The flames in Song Lin's palm eventually formed a rapidly rotating hurricane. Song Lin turned his hand over and the hurricane was swept out, and it directly rolled Lu Wenlong's Wudang Shenglongba and Bai Wei's White Tiger Meteor Fist so that they didn't know where they flew.

Then Song Lin suddenly spread his arms and swung gently like the wings of a three-legged golden crow. With every swing, extremely rich fire spirit began to condense around his arms. From a distance, it seemed as if his arms were gradually being wrapped in flames.

Golden Crow Star Fist!

"Boom--" Song Lin suddenly punched hard at the sky, and the flames on his arm erupted into the sky like magma!

What is he doing? People look at each other. They have only seen people who attack people directly, and have never seen people who punch in the sky before hitting people. Isn’t this just in vain to lose the power of the boxing force?

Could it be... Geng Hao, who is also a fire-type, had a guess in his mind, and his face turned pale immediately.

"Boom--" Song Lin hit the flames in the sky again. When the two flames finally collided in the sky, a violent explosion suddenly triggered.

The flames burst into ten thousand Venus, as if a flame meteor shower was falling, and it was smashed downwards! Each flame seemed like a small golden crow, roaring to tear apart everything blocking the front!

"Run!"

Geng Hao screamed, Lu Wenlong and Bai Wei had already run away first, Geng Hao hesitated and ran away quickly. As for the ordinary disciples below, just die. As long as the three hall masters are not dead, they will accept disciples in the future. But if they are smashed by these ten thousand flame meteor showers, they are afraid that the entire thousand-year foundation of Wudang in Hedong will be destroyed...

"Shameless!"

"mean!"

"How could they just leave us behind-"

The disciples of Wudang in Hedong cursed in fear, but they didn't have time to run away. Their cultivation was too low, and they were covered by the flame meteor shower in any case. If there was no accident, they would undoubtedly die.

Just ran away like this? Song Lin was also shocked. In fact, his move was so powerful that he thought that the three hall masters would definitely stand up to block his Golden Crow Star Fist to save these disciples. In this way, the three hall masters would inevitably be injured, and it would be easier for Song Lin to kill them. However, they didn't expect that they would run away like this. Song Lin had to take back the Golden Crow Star Fist. Even if he was injured, after all, there were hundreds of lives below.
Chapter completed!