Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 385 The end (25) Wu, be the same
"Pfft!"

Nine times in a row, Song Qingshu's nine swords were squeezed out by the tentacles.

Song Qingshu frowned, but saw that after the nine swords were squeezed out, they were rolled up by nine tentacles and waved in the air, bringing a boundless gale, shaking the sky above his head into a clear sky.

Nine huge tentacles wielded nine huge long swords, and the momentum seemed to smash the whole world into pieces.

But the nine tentacles didn't choose to shatter the world. Instead, they stopped and let the slightly smaller tentacles wave in the air, as if they were perceiving and searching for something.

Hundreds of tentacles completely covered the giant face, and even the tentacles protruded from the pupils of the eyes. The giant face seemed to have lost its vision, and only relied on the tentacles to perceive the surrounding things.

Soon, almost all the tentacles pointed their tips at the direction where Song Qingshu was standing.

The next moment, a giant sword slashed down on the head.

The giant sword was in the tentacle's hand, but it was very flexible and changeable, and its speed was faster and faster. It was only when Song Qingshu's position was sensed at the last moment, and the giant sword was already close to him the next moment.

Song Qingshu watched the giant sword slashing down very indifferently, without any intention of dodging.

I saw him lightly raised his sword finger, slightly higher than the top of his head, the sword finger was just an ordinary sword finger, without any blessing of true energy.

But these two ordinary fingers forcibly held the hundred-foot giant sword above his head, no matter how hard the tentacles tried, they couldn't press down the giant sword in his hand by half a cent.

The tentacle seemed to become angry from embarrassment, and raised the giant sword high again, and then slashed down fiercely, but the result remained the same.

It lifted it up again and chopped it down hard.

Lift it up again and chop it down hard.

Lift it up and chop it down.

Lift it up and chop it down.

In just one breath, the giant sword was lifted six times and chopped down six times, but the result was the same every time.

It seems that Song Qingshu's finger is the order to stop the war.

At this time, the other eight giant swords also moved towards Song Qingshu from all directions, either chopping, chopping, cutting, or beheading.

Almost completely blocked the space around Song Qingshu.

But the ending remains the same.

At this time, the nine tentacles slowly curled up, as if thinking about the problem.

But Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at the hundreds of tentacles above his head, and said softly: "It's my turn!"

The next moment, he suddenly folded his palms together in front of his chest, then raised the sword finger of his right hand high, and shouted: "Scatter!"

Immediately, the nine giant swords suddenly burst into brilliant light. The light made those tentacles very uncomfortable, but they were still tightly wrapped around the hilt and could not relax at all.

However, the nine giant swords suddenly turned into thousands of streamers like fireworks that exploded, flying away from the nine tentacles.

The hundreds of tentacles danced wildly, as if they wanted to smash the thousands of streamers, but the streamers were extremely fast, and they couldn't catch up.

"Gather!"

Song Qingshu gave a soft drink.

All of a sudden, the thousands of streamers flew towards him, and then slowly condensed in front of him into the shape of a sword. The sword looked exactly like the Wudang sword in appearance.

In the blink of an eye, all the streams of light merged into a four-foot long sword. Song Qingshu gently held the long sword in his hand, feeling the feeling of blood blending, and couldn't help smiling meaningfully at the corner of his mouth.

"It's still you, who use it most smoothly." He chuckled lightly, and then his voice became high-pitched.

"In my previous life, I wielded swords and defeated all the heroes in the world."

"In the end, it ended up in the barren mountain where the sword was buried, and the old tomb where the bones were buried."

"In this life, I will be single-minded, and the sword will come out of Wudang!"

"Heavenly Demon, cut off my sword."

"Wu!"

"Be the same!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of sword energy suddenly rushed up.

Go up to the blue sky, go down to the underworld.

Song Qingshu's person has disappeared, and the only thing that exists between heaven and earth is a sword qi, a sword intent, and a sword heart.

That sword energy, carrying the sword intent of the sky, overwhelmed Haoran's sword heart.

It stabbed straight at the giant face covered with tentacles.

The hundreds of huge tentacles, as if they sensed the moment of life and death, rushed towards the sword energy in unison, trying to block the sword energy with themselves and earn life for the giant face.

But it didn't work.

Anything that stands in the way of the sword qi cannot even be touched by the sword qi, and it will be smashed to pieces by the sword qi from a distance. None left.

Nine of the thickest tentacles were crushed, followed by hundreds of tentacles of different thicknesses, and they followed suit in an instant.

As the tentacles were crushed one by one, the sword tip of the giant face was exposed. At this moment, the giant face was full of horror and horror.

The giant face wanted to flee, but his speed was absolutely inferior to that sword energy. Before he could move, the sword energy pierced his nose.

In the next moment, a bone-piercing pain and chill immediately froze the expression on that giant face, as if time had stopped at this moment, but the clouds and mist flowing around told everyone that time had never stopped.

Only that giant face stopped.

"Whoosh!"

Sword Qi pierced out from behind the giant face and flew straight to the higher sky.

And that giant face, after a gust of wind, started from the tip of the nose bit by bit, like a pile of sand in the sea, and slowly melted into nothingness.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the giant face suddenly dispersed, and with the breeze blowing, Ban Ding was no longer seen.

The sword energy swayed away the clouds, revealing the blue sky and red sun hidden behind the white clouds.

The sun is still majestic, and the blue sky is always inclusive.

Song Qingshu's figure also appeared again.

At this moment, his face was a little pale, and the golden core in his body also faded to gold, and he was as quiet as a chicken.

Song Qingshu had never been to such a high altitude, and the bitter wind made him feel a little cold.He looked around, only to find that there was nothing in the high sky, even the air was very thin.

"It seems that this Tiangong does not exist." He murmured, but found that his voice disappeared as soon as he exited.

"Never mind!"

Stopping the rising trend, Song Qingshu's figure began to fall slowly. He didn't deliberately control his figure, but let his body fall by itself. It's not that he didn't want to control it, but that he didn't have any extra energy in his body to let him squander it. Fortunately, he didn't really think about it after all, but he still kept a trace of true energy, so that he could land himself safely.

When passing by the place where the giant face disappeared, Song Qingshu smelled a pungent smell on the tip of his nose, and that smell made him feel bored and disgusted. He knew that at this time, the big demon was polluting the world, including the metropolis under his feet. People will not be able to live there for thousands of years.

I don't know if Zhu Yuanzhang is still alive. If he dies, it will take a lot of trouble to find someone to be the emperor.

Song Qingshu thought so.

Suddenly, a gentle voice came to his ears.

"Hey, are you the one who ruined my face?"

(End of this chapter)