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Zheng Yuming's eyebrows danced with joy. "Song Yu, even if you really get the method of cultivating immortality, how old are you? I can completely take advantage of your weakness and nip you in the bud, but I won't do that."

"Song Yu, as long as you are willing to hand over the immortal cultivation method and the ring on your hand, we can keep our distance and I will not kill you. How do you think?"

After saying this, he looked at Song Yu with great enthusiasm and anticipation.

To put it bluntly, faced with the opportunity to cultivate immortality, he was a little carried away. Even though he knew that this person was very dangerous, he still held on to a lucky mentality, thinking that he could definitely win and control the other party.

Gold and silver can make people lost, and the method of cultivating immortals can also make ancient martial arts masters lost, causing them to lose their way and not know their own weight. Who doesn't have a sense of luck?

The more Martial Kings and Martial Saints they are, the more they desire the method of cultivating immortals, because the more they practice, the more they feel that their lifespans will come to an end, and thus they will pursue immortality by all means, and immortality can only be achieved by cultivators of immortality.

"hehe!"

Song Yu smiled, "Do you really think you can control me? If so, come over and try."

For people like them, Song Yu doesn't believe that he will let you go if you hand over your skills. It would be better if you don't hand it over. The faster you hand it over, the faster you will die.

This kind of person regards human life as an ant. Would he allow a competitor to exist in the world? He would definitely want to wipe him out as soon as possible. Besides, the more you make friends with him, the more confident he will be in killing you.

Needless to say, Song Yu did not take the other party seriously. Even if he was not as good as the other party, he would not hand over the ring and the skills.

"Since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me!"

Zheng Yuming was also afraid that the night would be too long and he suddenly raised the dagger in his hand.

It was visible to the naked eye that a sword energy nearly thirty feet long directly crossed the distance between the two people and slashed towards Song Yu.

At the same time, hidden under this sword energy, a little sword light burst out and turned into seven cold stars shooting towards Song Yu.

The attack was using his strongest fighting skill. He didn't want to give Song Yu any chance, and he didn't want to fail miserably.

Even if this sword cannot kill Song Yu, he is confident that it can seriously injure him. Then he can choose whether to force a confession or directly take the ring to obtain the immortal cultivation technique.

Song Yu just watched the sword energy coming towards him and did not move.

shhhhhh!

What he didn't expect was that the seven points of cold light actually arrived first and pierced through his protective energy, causing spots of blood on his body.

boom!

The majestic sword energy arrived soon after, and with the help of the seven sword beams, it actually split his protective energy and struck him directly.

However, although the sword energy was powerful, it was far less powerful than the sword light. Although it split his protective qi, Song Yu's physique was abnormal and did not cause any harm to him at all.

"Great!"

Song Yu didn't expect that the sword light was so powerful that it could actually cause harm to him.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Song Yu being hit by his sword energy, Zheng Yuming laughed. He thought that Song Yu would be seriously injured if not dead, so he flew over and wanted to reap the reward.

But before he got there, he was dumbfounded to see that Song Yu was bathed in the sword light but was actually fine. Instead, the sword energy dissipated, but he was still standing proudly.

"You...you're okay?"

Zheng Yuming was dumbfounded. He stopped abruptly and looked at Song Yu's face full of surprise. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Seven-pointed Sword Killing is his strongest fighting skill. With this set of fighting skills, he can definitely fight against opponents of higher levels, not to mention that he is using the dagger he just got.

He had never expected that even with the help of the magic weapon, he failed to kill Song Yu even though he hit him completely.

"Haha, do you really think your swordsmanship can kill me?"

Song Yu smiled and casually dusted himself off. It was visibly apparent that the few injuries on his body had healed rapidly, without even a scar left.

For Song Yu, he saw that the opponent had good sword skills and wanted to try this skill. Otherwise, with Zheng Yuming's skills, how could he possibly hit him?

No matter whether it is the Ancient Saint Body or the Thunder Battle Body, neither of them can be easily destroyed by a Martial King like him, not to mention that he is also blessed with multiple physical conditions such as the Invincible Battle Body.

If Song Yu uses holy light again, it may be difficult for the opponent to hurt him.

"you……"

Zheng Yuming was completely dumbfounded, and then he felt fear. He couldn't kill this person even with his strongest fighting skills. How could he continue playing?

In other words, if someone is standing there asking you to chop him but you can't even do anything, how can you play?

When he came to his senses, he turned around and wanted to run. Only then did he realize that this young man was so fucking perverted.

"Zheng Yuming, don't you think I don't have a dagger? Then I'll let you see it again."

brush!

Song Yu summoned his flying sword.

Whoosh!

Even though Zheng Yuming ran a long way, he was still caught up by the flying sword, which circled in the air and pointed directly at his forehead.

"Is this... the legendary flying sword?"

The flying sword's murderous intent frightened him so much that he quickly turned around and tried to run in another direction. Unfortunately, the flying sword circled and pointed at his head again.

He changed directions several times, and the flying sword was pointing at his head, and the chilling murderous intent penetrated his soul.

Zheng Yuming collapsed.

"Mr. Song, please spare my life!"

He knelt down facing Song Yu.

puff!

It circled and brought up a string of blood, and also took away Zheng Yuming's head.

Song Yu came over, fumbled in his arms, and took out a book.

Seven rays of light kill with one sword!

There are a few Yan style characters written on it.

The reason why Song Yu killed Zheng Yuming was because he knew that Zheng Yuming was hiding this book. Under his pupil technique, there was no way that Zheng Yuming could have any secrets in his eyes.

But this book is very thin, only six or seven pages, with some illustrations.

Song Yu flipped through a few pages, copied them with his spiritual sense, and then threw them into the ring together with the dagger.

As for his two yellowish pills? Song Yu looked down upon them.

Then Song Yu looked into the darkness and said casually, "Don't hide anymore, come out quickly, haven't you seen enough after watching for so long?"

There was no one at that location originally, but then two figures flashed and appeared.

It was Yan Zhiluo, the president of Ziluo Chamber of Commerce, and an old man, and this old man was King Wu.

After all this time, they actually showed up, but they were hiding in the dark and didn't show up.

brush!

The old man originally wanted to show some strength and put some pressure on Song Yu, but the flying sword turned into a blue light and flew over, aiming directly at his forehead.

"This……"

The old man trembled suddenly. He saw Zheng Yuming being killed with his own eyes. He didn't even have the strength to resist, so how could he dare to think of resisting.

Yan Zhiluo was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene. This old man was her protector, and now he was easily controlled by someone else. How could she continue to play?

Song Yu came over and lifted her chin with his hand.

"Song...Mr. Song." Yan Zhiluo's breasts were heaving, not daring to move.