Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Lei Wujie shook his head: "Under the current situation of the dark river, it is still impossible to live in the light after breaking up and standing. It just fell from the dark hell to the dark Shura field."

"What's more, people who are used to darkness may not survive well in the sun."

"Unless the entire dark river is reborn from Nirvana, but in this case, the dark river will no longer be a dark river."

The elders and Su Muyu looked surprised, they never thought that Lei Wujie had such a deep understanding.

"Brother Yu, I know that you and Su Changhe have a very good relationship."

"But one day, what he did violates your bottom line, and you will draw your swords against each other!"

Lei Wujie looked at Su Muyu with bright starry eyes, and said coldly.

Bai Hehuai also poked Su Muyu's waist with green fingers.

"I think he's right. That mustache is not a good bird!"

Su Muyu's hand holding the umbrella handle trembled, and finally uttered a few words with difficulty: "There won't be such a day."

The patriarch sighed in disappointment, and turned his attention to the two Patriarchs.

It was difficult for Su Jinhui and Mu Zizhe to decide the winner for a while, and the Mianlong Sword happened to be between them.

Suddenly a figure flashed between them and took the Sleeping Dragon Sword in his hands. It was Su Changhe.

Yi Bu secretly gave Tianguan a glance, and Tianguan understood immediately.

"I declare that starting today, Su Changhe will be the new head of Anhe!"

"Su Changhe, you betrayed me!" Su Jinhui knew that Su Changhe had already taken refuge in Ibu, and stabbed him in the forehead with a long sword.

Lei Wujie looked carefully, Su Jinhui's sword was covered with frost, and the surrounding temperature dropped significantly, which seemed to make Su Changhe feel frightened.

"Patriarch Su's frost-cold sword energy is similar to Li Hanyi's sword energy, but the power is a bit weaker."

Sikong Qianluo recalled Li Hanyi's terrifying ability to cover ice and snow with his sword swing in the anime, and couldn't help complaining.

"I think it's more than a little bit worse?"

Looking at Su Changhe again, he began to pretend to be afraid of the cold on purpose, and suddenly several streams of red true energy poured out from his body, directly repelling Su Jinhui's offensive.

The wind was blowing from the soles of Su Changhe's feet, and he pressed his hand on Su Jinhui's sword in an instant. The red true energy scattered the frost on the sword, and he was about to approach Su Jinhui.

Lei Wujie's face changed, and he hurriedly reminded: "Patriarch Su, be careful, this is Yan Mo's palm!"

Su Jinhui felt that his internal energy was gushing out and was being absorbed by Su Changhe little by little. He immediately let go of the hand holding the sword, and the sword broke inch by inch in an instant.

"Damn boy in red, I lost a good food in Yan Mo's palm!" Su Changhe cursed secretly in his heart.

Moved Lei Wujie from the position of the must-kill list in his heart, and moved it forward by a large margin.

Seeing this, Mu Zizhe wanted to seize the opportunity to snatch the Sleeping Dragon Sword, but a black figure stopped him.

"Ib, is it up to you?"

With a wave of his hand, paper butterflies all over the sky quickly surrounded Ibu.

"Next you are going to burn those paper butterflies, but can you do it?"

With a calm expression, Yi Bu waved his hand gently, turning around a circle of ice and snow storms, freezing those paper butterflies into thick ice butterflies, and those ice and snow storms continued to attack and swept towards Mu Zizhi.

Although Mu Zizhe dodged quickly, he was still hit on the elbow by the surrounding aftermath.

His eyes drooped and he realized that his elbows had turned black, and the meridians in his body felt a biting cold, and his spine felt chills in fright.

Lei Wujie's expression changed drastically, how could this guy know how to play magic?

On the other side, Su Jinhui was seriously injured by Su Changhe's palm. Seeing that he was about to die by Su Changhe's hand within three moves, a drizzle sword stopped Su Changhe.

"Changhe, you can't kill him." Su Muyu held the Drizzle Sword tightly, her pupils constricted slightly.

"I am recognized as the head of the family now, why can't I kill a traitor?" Su Changhe restrained his killing intent and smiled jokingly.

Su Jinhui and Mu Zizhe glanced at each other, and took the opportunity to slip away.

Lei Wujie really couldn't stand it anymore, after coming to Su Zhe's place, he felt a sense of security, so he began to scold Su Changhe.

"Back then, Patriarch Su didn't pick you up, you would have starved to death long ago, how dare you call someone else a traitor?"

"During this time, when you besieged the elders, why didn't you call yourself a traitor?"

Noticing the contemptuous gazes from Anhe, Su Changhe twitched a few times, and if he asked this person to continue, his position as the head of the family might not be stable.

But Lei Wujie is now protected by Su Zhe, so he can't do anything directly, so he came to Yi Bu's side in a blink of an eye.

"Sect Master Yi, that boy in red knows too much about the secrets of the dark river, he and the former head of the family must die!"

Ibu nodded, and his figure disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared next to the elders, and he slapped the elders on the head with a pair of fleshy palms wrapped in surging ice zhenqi.

After the two palmed each other, I Bu didn't move, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the head of the family took more than ten steps back and looked at the blackened palm with a look of surprise.

"You are at least in the realm of being free and unrestrained now, and you have also practiced extremely sinister internal skills?"

"Hahaha~" Ibu smiled proudly, and the corners of his originally purple eyes became thicker, "The master of Songshan gave me the secret of the Rakshasa Kung Fu, and the effect is even better than I imagined!"

"Jieyin Rakshasa Skill, what is that?" Lei Wujie asked Bai Hehuai.

Bai Hehuai looked serious: "It is said that Songshan invented the peerless and insidious martial arts after nine generations of masters' research."

"When fighting with people, the extreme cold air and the extreme cold poison can instantly erode people's veins."

"Even the Dark River's Yan Mo Palm is restrained by it. After all, inhaling this peerless poisonous power will only speed up your own death."

There was a layer of frost on the brows of the elders, and he nodded his head, resisting the pain: "My meridian is almost broken, even if the cold poison is cured, I will definitely die."

Lei Wujie finally understood why Su Changhe listened to Yi Bu's words so much. It turned out that Yi Bu not only made great progress in cultivation, but also restrained Yan Mo's palm with his poisonous kung fu.

It feels like this world has strengthened some villains in the original book a lot.

"However, there is something wrong with the martial arts he practiced." Su Muyu looked at Yi Bu who was laughing more and more maniacally, and made a judgment.

"The secret manual given to him by the head of Songshan seems to have been tampered with."

"Remove the word "seemly", I swear by Yaowanggu's reputation, he will become delirious within a year at most." Bai He Huai gave Su Muyu a white look.

Lei Wujie knew in his heart that even if Yi Bu knew that there was a problem with this secret book, he would still practice it, because his original martial arts did not match his own ambition, as long as he could improve his strength, he would try it regardless of the risk.

The elders looked up at the sky, and a flash of determination flashed in their eyes.

"Su Muyu, hurry up and take them to the mansion I prepared. As for your background, maybe that kid in red can help you!"

"I can't see the final outcome of the dark river, but I believe that as long as you, Su Muyu, are here, it won't disappear!"

After finishing speaking, his whole body surged with qi, obviously intending to use a desperate blow to buy a chance for others to escape.