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Song Qingshu didn't even care about opening the black and white Taiji diagram behind him. The Taiji diagram was lacking and could not help Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu had to carry the halberd and fight in a hurry!

In this situation, Song Qingshu was besieged and attacked by dozens of top powerhouses, and the true son of the emperor would collapse here.

The city lord watched this battle very seriously, nodding his head from time to time, his heart was full of joy, and his recognition of Song Qingshu was getting higher and higher.

Such a battle.

The original intention of the city owner was to make Song Qingshu understand that in addition to the human race, other alien races in the great world are also kings proficient in battle.

Each clan has its own powerhouse and natal supernatural powers, which is extremely terrifying.

Now the decisive battle between Song Qingshu and other foreigners is waiting for a preview of the battle between Song Qingshu and the future foreign kings.

There are some people in the alien race, in the future, they will be destined to be an obstacle to Song Qingshu's way to the gods, or even Song Qingshu's road.

Each of them is possible to touch the true gods.

...

In front of such a group of people, the body as powerful as Song Qingshu began to feel numb and painful, but he always rushed to the forefront of countless people with difficulty.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the quadrangular giant cauldron on the top of Song Qingshu's head trembled, and the thousands of mountains and seas in the cauldron shook the world.

A middle-aged man with a dazzling divine light and a blue-haired shawl struggling fiercely in Guanghua, but was still killed on the spot without any vitality.

"Om!"

Song Qingshu turned the black gold war halberd in his hand, the halberd waved, the void shattered, and the eighteen-winged archangel of the fallen angel family was flew away by Song Qingshu with a halberd.

All the eight-winged wings that bloomed on his body shattered for a while, and the whole person was pulled out thousands of feet away, torn apart in the air.

In the wonder and panic of countless people.

Surrounded by hundreds of people, Song Qingshu had a bloody road to life, but his original desperate situation was smashed out of the siege, but now he stepped on the arc of thunder, covered in mist, and rushed all the way to the distance.

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!"

"How can you, who are so weak, let me experience the fun of fighting? How can you, who are so weak, make me realize in the battle?"

In the sky, Song Qingshu slammed to his satisfaction, screaming like Shura.

Song Qingshu fought against the future kings alone, not only did not fall to the ground with all his strength, but instead blazed a path through the sky.

On the long bloody road, Song Qingshu only left a back figure that made countless people tremble.

Looking at the lonely and invincible back of Song Qingshu, some were panicked, some were crying, and some left directly.

Hundreds of foreign masters were killed by Song Qingshu and more than 20 people were left, so more than 20 people each had more than 20 ways to express their fears.

However, no one dared to come to Song Qingshu and fight him decisively...

This is not because there is no strong one among more than twenty people.

It can only be said that Song Qingshu is too terrible. More than 20 people have broken beliefs. No one can look at Song Qingshu directly and face his terror...

Undoubtedly, Song Qingshu's battle is destined to shake the world.

Throughout the ages, Song Qingshu has created a world-shattering initiative. Under the siege of so many terrifying enemies, a person not only retreats, but also kills the enemy to the fear of the enemy.

No one would believe such a thing before it happened, and after it happened, it made the whole world boil.

"Who else can make me feel the thrill of fighting? Princess Lan Yuxiao, what about you?"

Song Qingshu walked with the black gold halberd, walked to Lan Yuxiao, raised the halberd, pointed at her, and opened his lips.

Chapter 683

"What do you want to do? Is it possible that you want to declare war with my Kylin Mansion? I haven't shot you personally!"

Lan Yuxiao looked at Song Qingshu in front of him, with a sense of trepidation in his expression, and he didn't think he took a few steps back.

As he retreated, Lan Yuxiao shouted to Song Qingshu, speaking decisively, as if he were decisive, but he was strong in the outside world and did not have any power.

"What do I want to do? Princess Lan Yuxiao, don't you know?"

Song Qingshu snorted and walked forward carrying the halberd. The raised halberd was very close to Princess Lan Yuxiao's face.

The halberd's front trembled lightly, and Ling Ling hesitated sharply, and directly cut off Princess Lan Yuxiao's blue hair.

This was a naked provocation. Song Qingshu wanted to arouse Princess Lan Yuxiao's war intentions and forced her to do something, so Song Qingshu could completely start a war against the Kylin Mansion!

"You! Song Qingshu! Don't take my Qilin Mansion too seriously!"

Lan Yuxiao looked at the few strands of hair scattered on the ground, with an extremely cold expression, stepped towards Song Qingshu.

"Kirin Mansion may be good, but what kind of thing are you Lan Yuxiao? I will kill if I want to. Where do I need to take you seriously!"

Song Qingshu was not afraid, smiled coldly, and the halberd in his hand protruded an inch, very close to Lan Yuxiao's neck, only a little too close to stab her head.

Lan Yuxiao was very angry when he heard the words, but was helpless. Song Qingshu was so powerful that she couldn't admit it.

Thinking of this, even if Lan Yuxiao was so angry, he had to stamp his feet on the spot and clenched his fists.

"If you kill me, the elders of Qilin Mansion will definitely set foot on Dengxian Road, and you will live in endless panic."

Lan Yuxiao, who considered himself inferior to Song Qingshu, gritted his silver teeth after a moment of silence, threatening Song Qingshu word by word.

After saying this, Lan Yuxiao's face couldn't help being flushed.

Only unlearned ascetics would use the power of the family to overwhelm others, and Lan Yuxiao usually looked down on such ascetics the most.

But she didn't expect it.

One day I would have to become such a monk, giving up his dignity, just to live a little longer under Song Qing Shuji.

After listening to Lan Yuxiao's threatening words.

Song Qingshu had a meal first, then laughed loudly:

"Kirin Mansion? But after being a declining emperor, even if I want to kill me, am I so easy to kill?"

"One more sentence, there are more people who want to kill me. You have one more Kylin Mansion, not much, and one less Kylin Mansion, a lot!"

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu's expression was extremely cold, his right palm clenched the halberd, and then swung the halberd, smashing the void, and heading straight to Lan Yuxiao's head!

Lan Yuxiao watched Song Qingshu's indifference and decisiveness when he waved his halberd, knowing that he must have no way out.

Even Lan Yuxiao felt that it was futile to resist before Song Qing wrote...

Under the influence of this kind of psychology, Lan Yuxiao didn't move his body, but stood in the same place blankly, letting Song Qingshu's thunderous halberd strike him.

"Princess Lan Yuxiao! Avoid it!"

"Song Qingshu, stop! Do you know who you are targeting?"

"Oh my God!"

Seeing this scene of Song Qingshu waving the halberd, the more than twenty surviving foreign experts spoke in horror, shouting at Song Qingshu and Lan Yuxiao.

But no matter how noisy others are.

Song Qingshu's halberd was still powerful and unshakable.

Lan Yuxiao also stood there forever, his eyes blank, just as if he were dead.

If nothing unexpected happens.

After a while, Song Qingshu's halberd would directly cut off Lan Yuxiao's head, and then a burst of blood would splash in the sky.

Then Song Qingshu became the number one enemy of Qilin Mansion, and was chased by the entire Qilin Mansion and even three thousand foreign races!

Song Qingshu is not afraid.

but.

Among the people present, there was one who didn't want to see this scene, so after a long sigh, he came to Lan Yuxiao's body and took out Song Qingshu's halberd.

clang!

A metal violent sound spread throughout the palace world, and extremely violent fluctuations spread from it, swept through the entire world, and broke countless palace faults.

"City Lord, what do you mean!"

Song Qingshu looked at the city lord standing in front of him, puzzled and shouted.

The city lord of the first Shenguan chuckled, his right hand gently applied force, and Song Qingshu's halberd was squeezed into powder, and then his left hand gently pointed to Lan Yuxiao behind him.

"Song Qingshu, Lan Yuxiao's background is not small, I don't think you are suitable for making too many enemies now."

The city lord opened his lips and said, while talking, he pointed out a grain of brilliance that sank into the depths of Lan Yuxiao's head, returning it to normal.

"puff!"

Lan Yuxiao spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at Song Qingshu, his eyes were full of shocked scenery: "What happened to me just now? Why didn't I avoid it?"

Song Qingshu shrugged disdainfully:

"I just raided your primordial consciousness sea with killing intent and blocked your movements. I wanted to kill with one blow, but I never wanted to restore you to normal."

Hear here.

Lan Yuxiao couldn't speak, couldn't believe that Song Qingshu had such a magical method, and he was about to die before he could even resist.

"Are you Lan Yuxiao?"

The city lord turned around, looked at her indifferently, opened his lips lightly, and said like a god.

Looking at his savior, Lan Yuxiao bowed gratefully and said: "Return to Lord City Lord, I am Lan Yuxiao, the ninth generation eldest daughter of Qilin Mansion."

The city lord nodded indifferently:

"I had some friendship with your grandfather, and couldn't bear to see you die in front of me, so I tried to save your life."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's eyes looked at the city lord becoming more unfriendly.

Feeling Song Qingshu’s ill-intentioned gaze, the city lord, who has always been a dark face, couldn’t help but cough a few times, turned his head and explained: “She is an old friend, but the Qilin Mansion is strong, not what you are now. Who can annoy..."

Song Qingshu coldly snorted when he heard the words, expressing his dissatisfaction with the city lord in silence.

"Grateful! Yu Xiao must be unforgettable forever!"

Lan Yuxiao knelt on the ground, and saluted the city lord of the first Shenguan very seriously.

"Let's go! When the fierce god next to me changes his mind, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

The city lord chuckled, then flicked off a little light, and directly sent Lan Yuxiao away from the palace world.

After setting up his deceased, the city owner of the First God Pass took a serious look at Song Qingshu, and smiled with great satisfaction: "Song Qingshu, you are very good! Much stronger than I thought!"

"I can tell you clearly now that none of the people on the heroic battlefield will be your adversary, and you are already qualified to continue to set foot on the road ahead and seek the best!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu shrugged dismissively:

"Does this sort of thing deserve my happiness?"

"By the way, Lord City Lord, I haven't hit enough yet, can you ask more people to kill me."

Chapter 684

"You said you didn't kill enough? Song Qingshu, are you serious?"

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the city lord of the First Shenguan couldn't help frowning, the arc of his mouth disappeared, and his face returned to his indifference.

Song Qingshu nodded, and while answering the city lord’s question, he cast his belligerent gaze towards the more than twenty powerful aliens remaining in the palace world: "Now Song Qingshu has reached the Five Realms of Transformation God, and it is almost time to break the line. Now, besides the bloody battle, can I realize it? Is there anything else!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's words.

The other twenty-odd alien races in the Palace Que world were frightened suddenly, tearing the void one by one, and fled outside.

Even though his heart is unwilling, but now no one is willing to face monsters like Song Qingshu, he is too strong, too strong.

The city lord stroked his pale beard, shook his head and said:

"In addition to fighting, building roads occasionally requires the nourishment of natural avenues and the capture of natural breath."