During the entire process, Song Qingyun did not speak, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were still gray. In just half a breath, the horrific injuries on his chest were completely restored to the original state.
Seeing this, Tang Fangyan took a breath of air and his eyes were dull. This time, it seemed that Emperor Wen was a foreigner?!
His heart skipped a beat. The sudden change made the war situation almost certain!
Because there is no need to continue fighting this battle!
The South Vietnamese soldiers in the field showed fear in their eyes. As warriors, they immediately realized: Song Qingyun is a real alien! This sudden change caused confusion in their minds.
Looking at the shriveled bodies of their companions due to Song Qingyun's attack, a sense of regret filled their hearts.
Could it be that we have been aiding the evildoers all this time?!
At this moment, the nature of the decisive battle has changed. This is no longer the so-called confrontation between the two countries. Instead, the entire South Vietnam is helping the aliens to kill and actively igniting the war.
Even though Nanyue and Daxiang have an incomprehensible feud, if this kind of war situation is recorded in the annals of history, how will the world comment on it in the future? How much criticism will you and others face from the world?
At this thought, their eyes were filled with deep doubts and resentment, and they looked coldly at their coach Tang Fangyan. For a moment, not a single South Vietnamese soldier took action again, and everyone dropped their scimitars in their hands.
There was a hint of solemnity in the air.
The two armies currently fighting at this delicate moment stopped unexpectedly, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
The soldiers of the two armies who had stopped fighting had all their attention on Li Xuan at this moment.
Li Xuan did not stop Song Qingyun's movements, but slowly wiped the tip of the sword. Wherever his fingers passed, the entire Zhuyue Sword emitted crisp sword sounds, making him faintly aware of the sword spirit's joy.
, looking at Song Qingyun in front of him who had recovered as before, Li Xuan gently shook his head: "Song Qingyun, I will give you relief..."
After Song Qingyun heard the sound, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, which turned into gray again.
He suddenly took a step forward, and a dark black light erupted from his body that had returned to its original state. Waves of fierce wind blew from his body like a violent wind, making everyone's faces roar. Song Qingyun
With an expressionless face, he slapped Li Xuan with his backhand. Having absorbed the energy of tens of thousands of living beings, the fluctuations of spiritual power in his body at this moment were already much higher than Li Xuan's!
The huge black palm suddenly struck, and the surging spiritual wind it whipped up was more than twice as powerful as before.
This huge coercion made many soldiers nearby couldn't help but tremble in their legs, as if they were almost unable to hold on under the pressure!
Even before Song Qingyun's blow landed, it already had such momentum. It's hard to imagine the terrifying power contained in it!
Some Xiangjun couldn't help but exclaimed. The power of this palm was beyond their understanding. They all had worried expressions on their faces and kept praying in their hearts that the young prince could continue Song Qingyun's offensive.
Seeing the black palm approaching, Li Xuan raised Zhu Yue in his hand, and the waves were running on the rainy day. The spiritual power in his body surged like a dragon out of the sea. Under the urging of his divine consciousness, wisps of sword light shone and gathered, covering the entire body.
The Zhuyue sword seemed to rise out of thin air in the snowy field, and a second round of tomorrow appeared.
Li Xuan let out a breath, and his expression suddenly returned to calmness. He saw that the rain in the entire sky suddenly dropped, and the drizzle made everything in the field become gray.
Suddenly, the wind picked up. I could see the drizzle in the sky spinning rapidly. After the extreme pressure of spiritual power, it condensed on the tip of the sword. It seemed that there was only this cold light left in the world! Even the surrounding air was here.
It buzzed all the time.
The fourth sword of Piaoyu Sword Technique - Rouyu pities the world and touches the sky with one sword!
This sword seemed to have endless charm, but when the sword tip collided with Song Qingyun, there were sounds of death in his heart, and Gu Jing Wubo's face seemed to have changed a little.
As the two collided, this bit of cold light suddenly exploded, and the boundless murderous intent was like a galaxy stagnating, as if the ground where the two of them were was suddenly sinking!
The splendid sword light was like a dragon descending from the sky, covering Song Qingyun's entire body. Countless dense sword energies suddenly shot out, in his
Big holes were pierced one after another on the body.
The Zhuyue Sword in Li Xuan's hand seemed to cut through paper. From the moment it came into contact, it was like a spark igniting, making a constant "chichi" sound, turning Song Qingyun's arms into fly ash.
Before the sword tip stopped, Hetu Luoshu's vitality suddenly burst out. Li Xuan turned his hand back, and the long sword shining with scorching white light sank into Song Qingyun's chest. The countless black energy filling his body was absorbed by this white light.
Rapidly swallowing and melting...
Even the dark alien soul Gu was completely devoured by Hetu Luoshu...
Song Qingyun's body instantly slumped down, and with a sense of relief in his eyes, he hit the ground hard, splashing up bursts of snow!
Seeing this scene, the ghosts of Tang Fangyan in the distance burst into tears, and beads of sweat like soybeans rolled down from behind! Even though Song Qingyun was a foreigner, he was a real cultivator in the realm of gods, and he couldn't resist Li Xuan.
A sword from?! Then how could he resist it!?
He stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, his eyes filled with disbelief: How could this happen? Wasn't Li Xuan, who was seriously injured before, in the realm of dissolution?
All the South Vietnamese soldiers present were terrified and did not dare to show their anger. Li Xuan's sword had already severely shocked them.
What would happen if this sword was aimed at their own heads? Thinking of this, they shook their heads quickly and felt a chill on their necks, and some even couldn't help but step back.
Only the deafening cheers came from the Xiangjun cavalry!
Li Xuan stood quietly in the air, with flying black hair and clear eyes. Mu Yu held the sword like a god. He sighed softly at the fallen Song Qingyun. It was nothing that Song Qingyun could have designed to slander Li Xuan before.
A good person. But seeing him become a puppet of a foreign race, he must have suffered a lot.
Li Xuan has always been a soft-hearted person, and this is something that Hetu Luoshu's weapon spirit has awakened many times.
Lu Ziyi had already left seclusion. At this moment, he reined in his horse and stood in front of the army. He was wearing a handsome robe and holding a silver gun. He pointed at Tang Fangyan in the distance and said: "Tang Fangyan, are you coming here to die by yourself, or are you going to die on your own?"