Chapter 641: Song Gang

Chapter 641 Song Gang

Compared to Qin Haodong's simplicity, Mei Zhanlong's momentum was much greater. He had booked a huge luxury yacht and he had brought hundreds of disciples and servants with him.

He wore a long green robe and his long hair fluttered in the wind. He carried a long sword on his back and looked like an immortal.

After the ship stopped at the shore, Mei Zhanlong walked toward the center of Divine Dragon Island. His disciples scattered around the island and drove away all the people who were eagerly waiting to land on the island to watch the battle.

They were not allowed to watch the battle today. Only a few people on the yachts were watching from a distance with binoculars in their hands.

After all, it had been a long time since Mei Zhanlong had fought in a battle. Many people wanted to see him in action.

Mei Zhanlong walked calmly to the center of the island. When he saw Qin Haodong waiting there, he sneered and said, "Boy, I didn't expect you to come."

He scrutinized Qin Haodong carefully. He could not tell if the young man had any cultivation, nor could he feel any danger. The more he did this, the more uneasy he felt.

Qin Haodong smiled and said, "I have an appointment with you. Why wouldn't I dare to come?"

"Qin, how dare you kill my two disciples? Today, I'll make you pay with your life for them!" Mei Zhanlong said with a murderous look, "Are you ready? I'll take action."

"Come on, let me see how capable you are."

Qin Haodong waved his hand and asked Feng Wu and Nalan Wushuang to step aside.

"I'm going to make a move!"

Mei Zhanlong seemed to be very magnanimous, but in fact, he was being very careful. He did not mean to let Qin Haodong make the first move and was the one who made the first move.

As he stretched out his hands, a monstrous wave filled with evil spirits swept out of his sleeves like two long dragons, rolling up and down. Finally, two long dragons filled with the combined evil spirits and like a huge pair of scissors, snipped their way toward Qin Haodong.

As soon as a master makes a move, his cultivation could be seen. After Mei Zhanlong made a move, Feng Wu's and Nalan Wushuang's expressions changed a little. It seemed that the title of number one Taoist master in Hong Kong was not just for show. This old guy was really capable.

Qin Haodong still had a smile on his face. Although Mei Zhanlong was much stronger than his two disciples, he was in no way a threat to Qin Haodong.

Seeing two long dragons rushing toward him, Qin Haodong stretched out his hand and the Xuan Yuan Sword appeared in his palm, and then a golden light came slashing out.

"No matter how powerful your technique is, I'll beat you with a single strike!"

A golden light emerged from the Xuan Yuan Sword. Its Sword Qi crashed headlong into the evil spirit. In an instant, the long dragons made of evil spirits disappeared into thin air, but the momentum of Sword Qi did not decrease. It slashed toward the direction of Mei Zhanlong.

Mei Zhanlong's expression changed greatly. He had not expected Qin Haodong's Sword Qi to be so strong. He quickly made a seal with his hands and his fingers trembled violently. Then a huge Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him and blocked the Sword Qi.

"Boy, you really have some skills."

Mei Zhanlong's expression became extremely solemn.

Qin Haodong held the Xuan Yuan Sword in his hand and said, "Old faker, if you only have this ability, then you'll be meeting your disciples soon."

He was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to see what kind of skills the strongest man in Hong Kong had.

"Boy, since I dare to challenge you, I have the confidence to kill you!"

As he spoke, Mei Zhanlong took out a red prayer flag. The prayer flag was bright red and looked as if it was about to drip blood. The black scriptures on it were constantly moving, which looked very strange.

He made an incantation, raised his hand and shook the prayer flag. The prayer flag immediately became bigger and then disappeared in the air. Within a radius of a hundred meters around the center of Divine Dragon Island, the sky suddenly darkened, as if night had fallen.

Then, countless ghosts emerged from the darkness and let out soul-stirring screams.

After the spell was formed, Mei Zhanlong sneered and said, "Boy, what's the use of your swordsmanship against my Ghost Realm?"

Ghosts are intangible and have no substance. The substantial Sword Qi could not hurt them at all.

Moreover, his magic treasure had been specially refined. Under the protection of the prayer flag, those ghosts were not afraid of sunlight at all, so he chose an appointed time in the morning.

Around Divine Dragon Island, the people watching on the yachts were all originally in high spirits. Suddenly, the sky at the top of the mountain darkened and nothing could be seen.

"Master Mei is indeed a master. He is really amazing..."

"What a powerful magic art. It's over. That guy surnamed Qin is doomed. Just now, I saw that his swordsmanship seemed to be very powerful. I thought he could compete with Master Mei..."

"Master Mei is indeed the best in magic arts. He deserves his reputation..."

All the people present praised Mei Zhanlong's power, but they also felt some regret. In this case, they could not witness Qin Haodong's defeat.

Feeling the endless ghosts around him, Qin Haodong's expression became colder. Like his disciples, Mei Zhanlong used the souls to refine his magic instrument. These ghosts were trapped in the prayer flag and could not enter the Samsara. It was completely against the way of heaven.

In the face of the approaching ghosts, he took out the mirror of Yin-Yang and shouted, "Stop!"

The mirror of Yin-Yang was a great divine device that could communicate with both the Yin and Yang worlds. Under the strong suction force, these ghosts were immediately released from the control of the prayer flag and rushed to the mirror of Yin-Yang like birds returning to their nests, instantly escaping into their reincarnation.

Mei Zhanlong was standing at the side, waiting to hear Qin Haodong's screams after being bitten by hundreds of ghosts. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his ghost realm was completely destroyed. The prayer flag fell to the ground with a plop and there were no more ghosts inside.

"You... You destroyed my magic treasure?"

Mei Zhanlong was so distressed that his eyes burned with anger. If his eyes could kill, Qin Haodong would probably have died thousands of times over.

"It's against the harmony of heaven for you and your disciples to use those ghosts to refine a magic instrument. What's the use of keeping this thing?"

As Qin Haodong spoke, a golden light flashed in his hand. The Xuan Yuan Sword directly cut the prayer flag into two pieces and there was no possibility of it being used in the future.

"Boy, you're courting death." Mei Zhanlong shouted angrily, "Do you know why I chose this place for the final battle? Today, I'll let you die under the Tianshui Incantation that I've recently comprehended. You'll die with no regrets."

After that, his beard and hair were in disarray and his robe swirled around him. His hands made numerous spells, one after another. The originally gloomy sky began to surge, with gusty winds and dark clouds forming within a hundred meters above their heads and then light rain began to fall.

"Qin, I'll show you the power of my Tianshui Incantation now!"

Mei Zhanlong waved his hand and the lines of rain in the air immediately turned into extremely sharp water blades and hit Qin Haodong. These countless water lines were like crisscrossed knife lights, filled with murderous intent.

"Your skill is not bad, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too weak."

Qin Haodong smiled coldly. Under the surge of Genuine Qi, he formed an air shield around his body. After the water blades collided with the air shield, they slipped down and finally turned into rain on the ground.

Seeing that the water blade attacks were futile, Mei Zhanlong raised his hands. With a wave of his palms, the rain in the air gathered together and finally turned into a water dragon more than 100 feet long.

The water dragon bared its fangs and waved its claws. It opened its mouth and rushed toward Qin Haodong.

"Cut!"

Qin Haodong shouted and his body rose into the air. The Xuan Yuan Sword in his hand glowed with a ten-foot-long golden light and suddenly slashed toward the water dragon.

Although the water dragon was fierce, it was ultimately formed from water vapor. It was cut into two pieces by the Xuan Yuan Sword, and then it turned into a pool of rain and dropped to the ground.

This time, Qin Haodong no longer held back. A sharp Sword Qi directly pierced into Mei Zhanlong's left shoulder, leaving a deep wound.

The people on the yachts were excited and cheered for Mei Zhanlong. However, they did not expect that after a round of magic arts, it was Mei Zhanlong who was hurt in the end.

Mei Zhanlong glanced at the wound on his shoulder and shouted toward a forest nearby, "Song Gang, I'm injured. Why haven't you come out yet?"

"Mei, I have not seen you for a few years. You have not improved at all. You can't even defeat such a young man and you want me to help you."

As they were talking, a fat monk came out of the bushes. It was the Great Master of Bewitching Spells, Song Gang.

Nalan Wushuang shouted at Mei Zhanlong, "You claim to be the number one cultivator in the Hong Kong. How shameless you are to ask for help in the duel!"

Mei Zhanlong sneered and said, "Since ancient times, the end justifies the means. It doesn't matter what means I use. Anyway, all of you will die today."

Qin Haodong did not pay much attention to him. He looked at the monk and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Gang said, "My disciple is Sarah Banta."

"Oh! I see. It seems that you're here to seek revenge."

"It's good that you know. Boy, I'll let you have a taste of the power of my white bone formation."

It turned out that after Qin Haodong left that day, the one who came to Divine Dragon Island was Song Gang. He had made sufficient preparations here and added a big white bone formation.

After that, Song Gang's fat body quivered slightly and countless red beetles rushed out of him. These insects did not head toward Qin Haodong, but burrowed into the ground, one after another.

Qin Haodong had seen this technique of controlling snakes and insects before. It was not rare in the Cultivation World. The Skill of Miao boundary was also one of these techniques.

But he had never met a man like Song Gang, who did not attack him directly.

At this moment, the land around the island seemed to loosen a little. One by one, dry claws scrabbled out from the ground and then skeletons broke out of the soil, one after another. Then they rushed crazily toward Qin Haodong.

At the same time, the cold wind on Divine Dragon Island felt bleak and the fog thickened. Those people on the yachts outside could not see anything and began to curse.

The first skeleton warrior rushed to Qin Haodong's side. With a slight shake of the Xuan Yuan Sword in his hand, the skeleton was cut into several pieces and scattered on the ground. Then a small red beetle flew out and drilled into the ground again.

Not long after the beetle entered the ground, another skeleton made its way out from the ground. It turned out that these insects were the source of the skeleton warriors. As long as the insects did not die, there would be an endless stream of skeletons.