Immortals come on the moon

Gong Zilan obviously did what he thought, both of them were injured to varying degrees, one was bleeding from the palm of his long sword, the other had a sweet voice, and the veins in his chest were shattered.

When the statue of the Rulong Clan fell, the two stepped aside one after another.

Song Minhuan hid behind a tree, he walked through the forest, saw the opportunity and suddenly jumped into the air, swiping his long sword at the statue of the Rulong clan god. There was a "bang", and before he could touch it, the arm of the god statue hit his sword blade, the two pressures collided together, and the blade made a buzzing sound, Song Minhuan was shocked and took a few steps back.

The two sword lights intertwined, and the god statue looked down at them benevolently. The moonlight was blocked by the god statue and sprinkled on it. Looking down at them like this, all the surrounding trees sank under the pressure.

The wind in the woods was still, the frosty sword pointed in the direction of the god statue, and the sword energy condensed in the air. Song Minhuan turned sideways to avoid the pressure of the god statue, and the sword energy snaked towards the god statue head-on.

The sword was as cold as frost and snow, and it was extremely fast. It landed on the shoulder of the statue with a "boom". There were black spells scattered on the shoulder of the statue. They let out a mournful cry and quickly dissipated into the air.

The statue's shoulder healed automatically, and Song Minhuan stepped back dozens of steps to avoid the statue's attack.The palm of the idol fell, and the overflowing coercion spread to the surroundings, and the sky was covered, as if no light could be soaked out.

Gong Zilan held the long sword. He was extremely fast. Taking advantage of Song Minhuan's confrontation with the god statue, he leaped into the air with the sword, and the six cloud patterns soaked up the sky, and a sharp sword energy pierced through the back of the god statue. .

The moment the sword energy touched the back of the statue, the statue suddenly turned around, and the monstrous coercion swept across like a violent wave. Gong Zilan was overwhelmed by the pressure and fell to the ground. Seeing that the palm of the statue's shackles was about to fall, Song Minhuan's figure Appeared next to Gong Zilan.

With a "bang", a shadow fell beside them. Song Minhuan blocked the palm of the statue with his long sword. He came in such a hurry, the statue obviously used all its coercion.

A trace of blood spread from the corner of his lips, blue veins protruded from his wrist, and a small crack appeared in the palm of the idol, the crack slowly expanded, and the sound of cracking came, and the entire hand of the idol shattered.

Song Minhuan took this opportunity to support Young Master Lan who was on the ground, and the two of them disappeared in place.

The shadowy forests on both sides were silent, and the palms of the statues quickly recovered, looking for their figures in place.

Under the plane tree, Song Minhuan put Young Master Lan down, looked at Young Master Lan's pale face, and asked, "Can you hold on?"

"Yes," Young Master Lan pressed his chest, "I'm an old wound that hasn't healed well, and it doesn't get in the way. You don't need to worry about me."

"It doesn't look like it's all right," Song Minhuan glanced at the statue in the distance, made a decision in his heart, and said to Young Master Lan, "You stay here first, I'll go there alone."

"I will try my best to lure him away, and you take the opportunity to go first. If I am not the opponent, I will find a way to escape then."

"We'll meet up outside the Shadowwood later."

After Song Minhuan said this, he didn't wait for Gong Zilan to speak, and threw a medicine bottle to Gong Zilan, and there was no one there in an instant.

"You..." Gong Zilan's face was pale at first, but he didn't expect this kid to make a decision without authorization, and his chest began to hurt from being angry.

He tried to stand up. What he didn't say just now was that he was also a descendant of a god, and the evil spell on his wrist would be affected.As soon as he got close to the statue, the evil curse would densely gnaw at his flesh and veins, and it was even more painful when he was using his spiritual power.

The long sword was propped on the ground, and he hadn't exerted any strength yet. With a "bang", the sword fell to the ground again, and his wrist hung down weakly.

Under the blue ink-striped cuffs, his wrists were covered with thick dark curses. Those spells were like countless tiny bugs. Erosion pain.

Gong Zilan looked at his hands, lowered his brows and eyes, and sighed helplessly. Now he wanted to help, but he was probably powerless.

Perhaps this is the cause and effect of their descendants of the gods. They have the blood of the gods, so they are naturally noble and powerful, and they are worshiped by the evil spirits of the human race.They like this... are born with a curse in their blood, and they are also the first to perish.

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Song Minhuan returned to the statue with his sword in hand. His sword energy was completely chilled, and countless waves of sword energy spread towards the statue.The statue sideways avoided, part of the sword energy fell on it, and the sword energy left several long marks on it, and the small black mantras slowly dissipated.

The cold wind was blowing towards the face, and Song Minhuan's figure was changing around the statue with a majestic and majestic aura. His sword energy could hurt the statue, but the wound on the statue's body would heal quickly.

Is this the blood talent of the Ru Taki clan?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what he thought of, and there was a little strange emotion in his heart.

His spiritual sense spread over, and he observed the whole statue. Unlike the black statue he fought just now, the statue of the Ru Taki Clan couldn't see any weakness with his divine sense.

Since there is no weakness, then he has to find a way to destroy the idol in an instant, so that it has no ability to heal in time.

Song Minhuan thought so, and he looked at the statue of the holy king in front of him.The man looked down at him with pity in his cold expression. Just looking at this face... gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.

It seems that I have seen him somewhere before, and if I look at him more, my mood will be a little bit worse, and I subconsciously want to chop it into pieces.

Song Minhuan gripped the long sword tightly. He never felt that anything was invincible, nothing was without weaknesses, as long as it exists in this world, there will always be weaknesses.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the coercion of the statue. The statue appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the surroundings were completely silent, and the pressure spread around the statue.

Those coercions are all condensed spiritual power, just like his sword energy.They are shrouded around the god statue, and if the mortal body is touched, the internal organs and tendons will be crushed by the pressure in an instant.

There is also a slight pain in his veins now, Song Minhuan stood where he was, his consciousness brushed past the statue inch by inch.When the coercion of the god statue spread towards him, he quickly backed away and stood on the sycamore tree, with many sycamore leaves scattered on the tip of the sword.

The way of the sword...the way of the sword is different for everyone.

What is his kendo?Song Minhuan recalled that he was on the battlefield, he held the sword to protect those soldiers, guard Yueyin, and fight for the human race.

Now he is fighting for himself, if he loses, both he and Gongzi Lan will be buried here.

On weekdays, Gong Zilan is long-winded, lazy, rude and always mocks him, but he knows in his heart that Gong Zilan treats him well.

Even if Gong Zilan has selfish thoughts and is more inclined to Changle, he treats him well only because he is Changle's vassal, but he still doesn't feel disgusted with Gong Zilan... Maybe he also had an intersection with Gong Zilan in his past memory.

He is a friend to Young Master Lan, a comrade-in-arms of life and death.

Song Minhuan thought this way, his kendo not only protects himself, but also protects the people and things he wants to protect.

When he was thinking this way, the surrounding spiritual power changed silently, and all the spiritual power swept towards him, and all of them gathered on his long sword.

Song Minhuan touched the ground with his long sword, and he stood in front of the god statue, the entire blade of the sword was covered with frost, the pressure radiated from the blade, and the invisible sword energy spread around.There seemed to be no vegetation around him, and the cloudy sky, white light emerged from all directions, leaving only the statue of the holy king in front of him.

The white light suddenly flourished, the vegetation was silent, and the clouds and the moon were silent. At the moment when his long sword was winding past, the sword energy in the air was white and silver, like the thousand-year-old snow melting away at this moment.The mighty sword energy carried awe-inspiring momentum, and the creatures in the surrounding ten miles became quiet at this moment.

With a sound of "Boom--", countless small black mantras were scattered at this moment, and the idol turned into countless mantras and burned in the air. There were low groans and mournful cries in the air, one after another, it was the wraiths who were complaining, Unwilling, unbelievable.

The god statue completely disappeared in front of him, Song Minhuan felt pain in his veins, his fingertips holding the sword were struggling, and his spiritual power was completely exhausted.

Holding the sword, he returned to the woods where Mr. Lan was placed.

The black shadow behind him was still following him, and the black shadow was looming beside him, and he had been watching the battle just now.

"You have a pretty good understanding of the way of the sword. It looks familiar. Was it taught by Changle outside the country?"

When the word "overseas" was mentioned again, Song Minhuan didn't speak, his voice was full of fishy sweetness, and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would spit out a mouthful of blood first.

Young Master Lan was still lying there under the tree, and now he closed his eyes, as if he was healing himself.

Hearing the movement, Gong Zilan opened his eyes and asked him, "Is it resolved?"

Song Minhuan nodded, "It's not safe to stay here, can you still go, let's leave first."

Gong Zilan shook his head, with a smile on his face, "Boy, I think I will have to trouble you to carry me for a while."

"It's okay." Song Minhuan looked at the black shadow beside him, "You carry him on your back, I have a few tendons broken now, and I can't carry him on my back."

It is natural to say so, the looming black shadow, "..."

Gong Zilan's gaze also fell on Heiying, he paused for a while, and then let out a laugh in his voice.

"laugh."

Hei Ying didn't say anything, he didn't know what to do with them, and squatted down in front of Gongzi Lan.

Song Minhuan was a little surprised. Judging by Gong Zilan's appearance, maybe he knows the identity of Soi Ying?

"Boy, did you solve the statue by yourself just now?" Gongzi Lan asked, lying on Hei Ying's back.

Song Minhuan responded, and he took out the map from his pocket. The red line on the map could no longer be moved, and they had to go through the dark forest first.

"You don't need to go to the Dream Erosion Clan, it has already been slaughtered by Lian Wu."

Hei Ying spoke like this, maybe it was because he was carrying Mr. Lan on his back, and there was a bit of displeasure in his voice.

The three of them passed through the swamp of the Yin Forest and came to the end of the Yin Forest, but the black shadow did not go out, but let Young Master Lan down.

The black shadow drew a formation on the spot, and a door appeared out of nowhere in front of them. The bronze door was connected to the stone wall, which seemed to be hidden here by a blindfold.

"Here, there is the truth you want to know."

A black shadow loomed in mid-air, "If you go in, you may not come back, but if you don't go in, more people will die from the evil curse."

After speaking, the black figure disappeared in midair.

After the person left, Song Minhuan said, "Do you know his identity?"

Gong Zilan: "Two days ago I told you about him, he knew Lian Wu."

"He is the god of martial arts... Qiyeluo."