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Song Qingshu's dragon sword waved, and dozens of bright blood flowers bloomed on Tianyu, creating another killing.

Chapter 737

With the dragon sword swung, Song Qingshu cut out millions of swords in an instant, the sword wind and sword energy directly shattered the void, and the sword was unstoppable.

Between the electric light and flint, the heads and bodies of dozens of top killers of the god organization were separated, blood spewed out, and bright red in the sky.

"Stop him!"

The dozen or so half-step Divine Light Realm top masters shouted, and then turned into a stream of light, scattered in all directions of Song Qingshu.

"brush"

Song Qingshu was trapped in a circle, and many immortal climbers surrounded him.

"The sky is broken and the sin is clear, Qingcheng has a sword!"

The Sword Saint Qingcheng shot, waved the seven-star sword in his hand, and a sword beam rushed up, splitting the nine heavens in the sky, and the void suddenly covered the cracked road.

With a soft puff, Song Qingshu's battle armor was split in half, and that Ling Yu's sword intent left only a white mark on him!

"Can't even shed a drop of blood?"

The Sword Saint of Qingcheng was surprised and panicked, and backed up one after another after the sword was released, for fear of being liquidated by Song Qingshu.

"Want to go? Bing Zi Jue, twenty-three swords!"

The light of Song Qingshu's eyes changed with thunder, and countless sword styles were instantly transformed into the empty left hand, and Ling Yu Wuji's sword intent suddenly appeared.

Hum!

After a light metal tremor, the twenty-three swords that were determined by the character of soldiers were different in intent, but the same fierce and invincible fairy sword cut through the sky and slashed towards the Qingcheng Sword Master.

"I am a swordsman, how dare you kill me with your sword? Jian Wuji!"

Seeing twenty-three different swords slashing towards him, Qingcheng Sword Saint was extremely angry, his veins violently violently, and he turned to face the enemy, so that the Supreme Mind shook the world with a sword.

With a bang like a thunder in the sky, a vast ancient sword that was hundreds of miles long appeared, carrying everything about the Sword Saint of Qingcheng.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, only the left-hand sword-style connection changed, sometimes simple, sometimes smart, sometimes heavy, sometimes lingering!

However, in one percent of the blink of an eye, Qingcheng Juggernaut's Promise Sword ran into Song Qingshu's twenty-three ancient sword.

The sword of Promise is as heavy as a mountain, and the surrounding laws of various avenues make it like an ancient mountain.

The twenty-three ancient swords were as small as wheat seedlings in front of the mountains.

However, twenty-three seedlings of wheat fluttered gently on the mountain.

The wheat seedlings are fine, but the mountain collapses.

"puff!"

Qingcheng Sword Saint vomited a mouthful of blood, his face hidden in the void instantly paled like snow, and his breath was extremely weak.

Song Qingshu's sword intent was endless. After smashing the sword of Qingcheng Juggernaut's Promise, he directly chopped off his head, and the body of the soul was wiped out.

"Since then there will be no sword saint in Qingcheng."

Song Qingshu threw down such a faint remark, his face was still as cold as ice, and there was no trace of joy of killing a powerful enemy.

The Sword Saint of Qingcheng is the strongest person who has stepped into the realm of divine light, but before Song Qing wrote it, he couldn't resist even one move. This was the sadness of the master.

But no one would sing a lament for him.

Because when he chose to join the attack on Song Qingshu tonight, his death became a foregone conclusion.

...

After killing Qingcheng Sword Saint with one sword, Song Qingshu controlled the twenty-three swords to cut into the crowd, harvesting the lives of countless powerful men like a meat grinder.

When he was killing Zhenghuan, Song Qingshu's eyebrows were slightly painful, and the Yuanshen villain trembled slightly, seeming a little frightened and impetuous.

"Chang!"

At this moment, Song Qingshu's rotation turned the Great Dragon Sacred Sword in his right hand to block a blood sword coming from the void and burst out a series of dazzling sparks.

The killing intent on the blood sword penetrated the bones, but was completely blocked by the big dragon holy sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

How terrible Ren Xuejian was, but he couldn't hurt Song Qingshu a bit.

Song Qingshu looked at the holy sword that was blocked by him, and sneered. He knew that a real powerful opponent had appeared in this battle!

At this moment in the melee.

The most frightening thing is not the upright immortal climber, but one of the nine saints of the terrorist organization.

In the darkness, they have become kings in the darkness, and they have taken the absolute initiative in this chaotic battle.

"Who came from?"

Song Qingshu's Spiritual Mind swept out, roaring into the void like thunder, and asked the person who shot him.

"God!"

Several old and concise responses came from the void, speaking like a sword, frightening the soul and wanting to collapse.

"Come!"

Song Qingshu shouted, his expression calm, concise and powerful, and his words seemed like electricity.

"boom!"

With the muffled sound of winter thunder, the door of hell above the sky seemed to open.

Eighteen heavy black prisons descended, and the endless killing thoughts in the black prison were as mighty as a frenzy.

Several powerful old-brand experts in the organization of the gods came here and slashed at Song Qingshu with the magic of killing.

Thousands of ghosts and demons wailed.

The scalp tingling sword sound.

The blasting sound of the void being chopped to pieces.

Different terrifying sounds filled this place, and several strong immortals fell directly from the sky under the influence of the sound.

Song Qingshu was fearless, his complexion remained unchanged, his breath was steady, and he leaped up with the thundering wind god's legs, surrounded by clouds and mist, making him seem to be walking in the void.

In the clouds and mist, Song Qingshu's body was flickering and darkening, and he dodged several slaughters by the veteran strong.

"Zheng!"

A blood-dropping magic knife was born, and the magic knife was cut out, like a comet-like light, illuminating the dark night sky of the Second God Pass.

A seeded player from the Shenming Organization who was about to be named one of the Nine Saints came to kill Song Qingshu's head.

"Keng!"

Song Qingshu's eyes were bright and dying, and the mist around his body made him pale like smoke.

The moment before Song Qingshu's figure was about to disappear, Song Qingshu performed a great killing technique, and countless visions appeared behind him, making his breath instantly terrifying several times.

In the mist, Song Qingshu twisted his body, almost imaginary, and then the Great Dragon Sacred Sword was pulled out by him at an incredible angle.

"puff!"

When several gods organized the elders to pursue them, Song Qingshu violently turned the Great Dragon Sacred Sword to chop off the head of a seed player from the gods organization.

For a while, blood spurted from the sky, and the white brains flowed like tofu brains, and then the dead corpses fell, and the dead could no longer die.

In the crisis situation, he still possesses such combat power. I have to say that Song Qingshu is really too terrifying.

"Hey!"

The top existence among the immortal climbers, the wine and meat monk finally took action at the moment when Song Qingshu was besieging the gods.

He didn't come here in his true form, but came here as a Taoist priest who turned into a fairy wind and crane bones. If Song Qingshu had the eyes of the sky, he would never see the clue.

"Blessed Heaven!"

The Taoist priest turned into a monk of wine and meat put his left hand together with one hand, said and drank, and then pressed a green ancient tower with his right hand.

The power of the green ancient pagoda can shake the mountains down, terrifying, and people around them keep retreating.

At the same time, several people who came with the Taoist priests who were incarnation of the wine and meat monk also sacrificed the gods, slashing and killing Song Qingshu like a ray of light.

Chapter 738

"Wuliang Tianzun, go to Zhenshen Tower!"

The Taoist monk incarnation of wine and meat lightly waved his hand to dust, controlling a green pagoda and smashing it towards Song Qingshu.

The green pagoda was no more than a fist when it was held in its hand, but it grew millions of times in an instant, like a sacred mountain, pressed like Song Qingshu.

The laws of the avenue are engraved on the wall of the green tower. Among them are stars, sun and moon, ancient mountains and rivers, and exotic flowers and birds. These embellishments make the green pagoda more otherworldly.

Even if the pagoda has not yet shown its power, it can be seen that it is at least the top magic weapon of the Divine Light Realm.

At the moment the monk of wine and meat made his move.

The other strong men who were hidden in the dark couldn't bear it anymore, and they all shot together. A total of hundreds of Dao magical instruments broke through the air and came straight to Song Qingshu.

"Soldiers will be decided, and Uranus will control the soldiers!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, a very vague and lofty breath went straight into the sky, and rushed towards the magic weapons.

"The Immeasurable Tianzun, the donor does not have to waste his efforts."

The Taoist priest incarnation of the wine and meat monk jokingly smiled, folded his hands, and shook his head at Song Qingshu.

Listening to the words of the monk Jiurou, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became solemn: "As expected, the guys who are going to put me to death, all have been prepared!"

"Everyone's weapons are wrapped with thick Taoist talisman, think it is to fight against me?"

Song Qingshu swept out his spiritual thoughts and found that all the magic weapons wielded by everyone were stuck with an old Taoist talisman, and said indifferently.

Monk Jiurou didn't answer, but the arc of his mouth already showed the joy in his heart now.

"Prepared and strong enough, but you can't beat me, so what can you do?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the green pagoda that looked like the collapse of a gods, and said with a joking gesture on his lips.

"brush!"

Song Qingshu's body is like thunder and electricity, turning into an electric light to shuttle through the clouds and mist.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu disappeared from the place where he was. He appeared a thousand meters away, not too close, but it just happened to make him avoid the attack of the treasured monk and others.

"It's just right!"

There was a soft drink from the void, and then a blood-stained killing sword was pierced silently, and it pierced Song Qingshu's temple directly. The sword was sharp and fierce.

"A god again? It's really annoying."

Song Qingshu smiled coldly, his expression indifferent, not afraid, Thunder raised his sword, and pointed towards the blood-stained sword.

"Keng", "Keng", "Keng..."

Song Qingshu encountered another sub-strong man of this god organization, and he fought so happily after only one face to face, Jian Mang almost cut Tianyu to pieces.

The two confronted each other quickly, almost instantly cutting out thousands of swords, and then Song Qingshu's body suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

"I am here!"

When Song Qingshu appeared again, he was already above the head of such a powerful person, as fast as the light, unable to capture the figure.

Song Qingshu glanced at the god assassin under him, sneered, and mocked.

"puff!"

Not waiting for the god killer to slow down, the big dragon holy sword in Song Qingshu's hand has already been empowered.

The big dragon sword inserted through the heavenly spirit cover of the god killer, and smashed its primordial spirit like shredded tofu, instantly killing this extremely terrifying seed player.

This result caused many people, including the wine and meat monk, to sink in their hearts, and even some scalp numb.

Song Qingshu didn't see Song Qingshu perform terrifying magic tricks in the lightning battle just now.

He only made a simple sword and made the god killer into human flesh. How terrible is this method of killing?