The scarlet sword began to move forward again.

The bloody light in the sky followed the long blade of the sword, as if a torrential flood had finally found the gate to release the flood, and it quickly rushed towards the wound between Sikong Bai's eyebrows.

However, at this moment, bursts of black gas suddenly gushed out from his wound.

Fierce faces continuously appeared in the black gas, but they disappeared in an instant, as if countless painful evil spirits were imprisoned within them.

The blood light and black gas met again.

And this time.

The power contained in the black gas was clearly different from before. The blood light emitted by the Heavenly Punishment Sword, the power that was once sufficient to threaten a Demon Lord, was actually unable to break through the barrier created by the black gasification for a time.

The two were stuck in a stalemate, and no one was able to take down anyone.

But this stalemate is destined to be short-lived.

The civil and military officials behind Sikong Bai, who were originally overjoyed by the change in the situation, suddenly cried out in shock.

Such a loss of manners was naturally extremely rare for these great figures who were in control of the Great Zhou's lifeline, but it was really because what was happening in front of them at this moment was too strange.

Those Linglong Pavilion disciples who had chosen to retreat suddenly twitched all over their bodies, and then streams of black gas gushed out from their bodies. At that moment, their bodies shriveled up, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of mud and fell to the ground.

As for the black gas, it poured into Sikong Bai's body and became his nourishment. He was also pleased that the black gas coming from between his eyebrows had become even more intense.

However, if the civil and military officials led by Mr. Lu and the others knew that such a terrifying situation was not only happening under the Dragon Stage, but also on every disciple of the Linglong Pavilion who had cultivated the Great Defying Sword Scripture, they would probably be so shocked that they would not be able to utter a single sound.

The aura around Sikong Bai 's body grew stronger and stronger under the nourishment of the black gas hatched by the nearly ten thousand disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion at the cost of their lives.

On the other hand, Song Yueming's situation was gradually becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Although the Xing Tian Sword was powerful, But after all, he had to pay the price of life. In this kind of confrontation, Song Yueming's life force was quickly swallowed up. The hair on his forehead gradually turned snow white from the roots and continued to spread towards the ends of his hair. His cold and angular face also became shriveled with the annihilation of life force, and wrinkles floated on the face that should be young.

As the saying goes, this is the end of the road.

The demonic energy in Sikong Bai's body grew stronger with each breath, but the Heaven Punishing Sword Intent that Song Yueming could activate gradually began to weaken.

Under such circumstances, the black gas gradually suppressed the bloody light.

Even though Song Yueming gritted his teeth and wanted to remedy this situation, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't achieve such a result.

"Humph!" At this moment, a cold snort came from Sikong Bai's mouth, and killing intent surged out of his pitch-black eyes. The monstrous devil energy that had suppressed the sword light of the Heaven Punishing Sword surged even more violently at that time. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant black dragon that turned into an attack and charged straight at Song Yueming.

Song Yueming's heart trembled. He knew that with his current life force declining, if he managed to restrain his strength and avoid Sikong Bai's attack, it would be almost impossible for him to activate the Heavenly Sword again. He had no other way out, and could only risk it.

Zhong Changhen seemed to have sensed the determination in Song Yueming's heart as well. The red-clothed old man's phantom appeared on Song Yueming's face at that time. One of them was old and one was young. Their figures were red and one was purple. Naturally, they were very different. However, the similarities were that the expressions on their faces were so resolute that they looked like golden stones and sharp blades.

There was no retreat, no fear.

The Heavenly Punishment Sword was once again activated, and they waved the scarlet sword in their hands towards the evil dragon that was attacking them.

It was an extremely ordinary sword move, without the slightest bit of skill to speak of.

However, this sword strike was wrapped in a speechless determination.

It was a sword strike that did not leave any room for the enemy, nor did it leave any room for him. It suddenly appeared, and the bloody light that filled the sky was blazing hot, as if it wanted to devour the heavens and the earth.

It was in this instant that the Heavenly Punishment Sword and the evil dragon met.

Boom!

A loud explosion exploded on the dragon platform.

The collision of lightning and flint caused waves of energy to sweep across the entire arena. The stairs made of marble on the dragon platform were sent flying under the waves of energy. Thick stones were raised like paper. Everyone around them cried out in alarm and retreated awkwardly.

This situation lasted for tens of breaths of time. Everyone who had already retreated a hundred feet away watched as the dust gradually dissipated.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out.

A blood-red sword flew out and appeared in the air. Then, it stabbed into the ground not far away. A red figure held the sword in his hand and his figure was dim. He was almost at the edge of invisibility.

As for Song Yueming, his hair was already gray and his face was covered in wrinkles. He seemed to have been flying for more than half a century and fell to the ground. As he coughed out a mouthful of blood, the expression on his face immediately became dispirited.

Ta.

Ta.

Ta.

But before everyone could recover from Song Yueming's defeat, a soft sound came from the depths of the dust. It was the figure of the horse boots hitting the marble slab.

A voice dressed in a black robe gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

He's Sikong.

In the end, Song Yueming and Zhong Changhen were defeated, even if they had the determination to die, even if they had used a vicious creature like the Heavenly Punishment Sword. But in the face of absolute power, faith and anger could not bridge the huge gap between the two.

Looks like the final winner is still Sikong Bai .

Such thoughts inevitably appeared in the hearts of Mr. Lu and the others.

In fact, it didn't matter to them whether Song Yueming or Sikong Bai had won the final victory. Because the Linglong Pavilion would still inevitably fall to Yuwen Nanjing's side. They liked to see such internal conflicts between the two sides. Of course, it would be great if they could end up losing to each other in the end.

However, this development did not happen as they wished. Instead, Sikong Bai suddenly awakened a terrifying power and was about to win the battle with an overwhelming advantage.

This was not a good thing, at least in the eyes of Mr. Lu and the others, such a powerful blank would definitely pose a greater and more terrifying threat to their status.

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Sikong Bai walked up to Song Yueming. He lowered his head and looked at his disciple, who looked over fifty years old, with a pitiful gaze. A ray of light flashed in his pitch-black eyes. Then, he opened his mouth and said regretfully, "We should have been together."

The white-haired Song Yueming turned his head with difficulty. The old face could only see the outline of the stubborn youth. He looked at the black-robed immortal and asked with a smile, "Is that so?"

Sikong Bai frowned. He could hear the mockery in Song Yueming's tone.

He didn't understand why they were so stubborn at this moment.

A feeling of irritation arose in his heart. The pleasure of regaining control of the fruit of victory dissipated in that instant. He asked in a calm voice, "Why don't you understand now?"

"Master doesn't understand." Song Yueming shook his head. This seemingly simple action was extremely difficult for him. He was already too weak. He was so weak that every single subtle action and every word he spat out from his mouth required all of his strength.

However, it was precisely these few words that were inaudible, and they seemed to have pierced through Sikong Bai 's pain.

"Why don't I understand? Everything I've done is for the sake of the Exquisite Pavilion, for the sake of a longer-term future!" Sikong Bai's tone instantly became a bit loud, and his pitch-black eyes flashed with a fanatical brilliance. "What about you? You are short-sighted. All you know is the gains and losses of stubbornness in front of you. You don't understand at all. You don't understand the future of this world, nor do you understand the future of the Exquisite Pavilion."

At this point, Sikong Bai's tone suddenly became low again. He muttered to himself, "But it doesn't matter."

"I'm still alive. I have an infinite lifespan. I have the cultivation of Heavenspan. I am the Exquisite Pavilion, and I am the inheritance!"

Speaking of this, Sikong Bai stretched out his arms and abruptly opened them. At that time, the aura around him climbed another step. Then, he raised his head and said, "Master! Senior Brother! Did you see that? Sikong Bai did it! I did it!"

"That year's agreement, Sikong Bai did not fail!"

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