Comprehensive Man: Restarting the Life of Death

Whether it is martial arts people or people with ambitions for belonging to the world, they have flocked to the foot of Mount Lushan.As a result, the entire Lushan Mountain of Connaught University was full of voices, rubbing shoulders, and squeezing water.

In this era thousands of years ago, it created a spectacular scene that only appeared when the tourist boom of later generations came.

"I'm coming!!"

In the crowd, there was a cry of surprise from nowhere.

The originally dense crowd suddenly separated a road leading to the top of the mountain.

Holding a long knife in his hand, Song Que walked towards the crowd without a word.

Some martial arts people who began to understand the mystery of the artistic conception, the moment they saw Song Que, their bodies trembled a little.

Facing Song Que, who was solo, they had the feeling of facing the boundless world.

It seems that Song Que is the incarnation of heaven and earth, and his will is the will of heaven and earth.The emperor in the world, the gods and Buddhas in the world, all have to lower their heads in front of Song Que!

"Master Song... Master Song has broken through!" Standing at the foot of the mountain, Shi Fei Xuan, who was quite eye-catching among the people of Ci Hang Jing Zhai, discovered the difference in Song Que for the first time.

Fan Qinghui's eyes brightened."Oh? He... he really took the last step? Broken Void?"

Shi Feixuan nodded with a complicated expression.Exclaimed: "Heavenly sword? God!"

Just when Song Que was about to reach the position of Cihang Jingzhai, a one-armed old man with white hair and beard passed lightly over the top of the man.It fell in front of Song Que.

"Congratulations, Lord Song. I actually took this step of becoming a god and being an ancestor! Ascending in the daytime, just around the corner!" The old man hit an inspector.

"Ning Daoqi?" Song Que said with a calm glance at the old man in front of him, "Make way!"

With the three fluttering words, the only living Dao Sect Grand Master among the three great masters couldn't help but step aside.Not only that, he almost even knelt down.

Without even looking at Ning Daoqi, who looked shocked, Song Que went straight over the opponent and came to Fan Qinghui.

"You... did you really break through? Broken Void?" Facing Song Que, Fan Qinghui stuttered.

"No! One step away!" Song Que shook his head.The cold look on his face was suddenly replaced by tenderness."Qinghui, I need you to wish me a helping hand!"

Fan Qinghui's thoughts turned sharply, thinking quickly whether to take this opportunity to benefit Ci Hang Jingzhai from Song Que.

"Okay! But you have to keep your Heavenly Sword Sword Technique!" Fan Qinghui said mercilessly.

"Hey...you still don't understand after all!" Song Que sighed, the tenderness on his face completely disappeared."You are the only woman I have fallen in love with in my life. Heaven is ruthless. I want to hold the sword on behalf of Heaven, so I have to prove my love!"

Zheng!

The sound of the knife screamed and passed away.Fan Qinghui, who was still excited before, had a stiff expression on her face, and a red mark emerged from the bottom of her neck.

With a grunt, her head rolled off her shoulders...

Chapter 630 The Last Heavenly Sword

To the death of Fan Qinghui's face still wore a smile of victory.It seemed to her that Song Que would definitely accept her threat.

It's a pity that Song Que has reached the state of desperate love and inexorable nature, too high to forget the situation.How can it be threatened by a mere mortal?

In the one who personally killed Fan Qinghui, Song Que's mood completely fits the world.His knife skills go further.It's no longer a sword of a mortal weapon, but a mysterious Tao!

Slowly retracted the bloodless long knife into its sheath, and a tear rolled from Song Que's cheek.

"Master!!" Shi Fei Xuan closed her eyes in grief.From the moment Fan Qinghui threatened Song Que, she knew that her master was dead.

Shi Feixuan, who had faintly touched the broken realm, could clearly feel what Song Que's Tao was!It is precisely because of this that she has no idea of ​​revenge for her teacher.

Fan Qinghui's death was simply self-inflicted.To hinder people from enlightenment, and regardless of the safety of the world, to threaten Song Que, in an attempt to obtain the other's sword secrets!This is simply the old birthday star eating arsenic-living impatiently!

At the moment when Fan Qinghui was killed, Song Que's awe-inspiring and ruthless temperament grew stronger.

On the top of Mount Lushan, there was a square that was opened up without knowing when.

Dong Zhuo and others sat leisurely in a pavilion.In front of them, in a light film with a diameter of three to five meters, the scene of Song Que killing Fan Qinghui was completely revealed.

Shaking his head, Dong Zhuo was a little gloating, and he made a sound in his mouth."Fan Qinghui is really seeking her own death!"

Zhu Yuyan, who saw the same scene, looked a little ugly.She and Fan Qinghui were rivals for a lifetime of fighting.

Although Zhu Yuyan didn't want to admit it, the Yingui sect led by her had been retreating steadily in front of the Ci Hang Jingzhai led by Fan Qinghui.

Seeing his opponent now, he died so lightly.

Zhu Yuyan felt a little difficult to accept for a while.

"Hold the sword on behalf of the sky!" Luo Hao's body was filled with an astonishing fighting spirit."Sure enough, it is the last resort for world consciousness! As a mere warrior, you can reach such a god-like realm!"

"Yes!" Dong Zhuo was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement.Turning the conversation, he said regretfully: "It's a pity that Song Que did not have a senior sister who was born into a godslayer, otherwise, he will definitely be a king who is not inferior to you!"

At the foot of Mount Lu, Song Que violently murdered, killing Fan Qinghui with a single blow, except for Shi Feixuan and Ning Daoqi who were sadly hurt.Other onlookers showed indifferent expressions.

This is the embodiment of Daitian holding the sword. In the world of Datang, Song Que at this moment is the heaven!That's the way!

No matter what outrageous actions he made, no one would be surprised unless he had the spiritual cultivation of a great master.

It was as if Song Que killed Fan Qinghui, the leader of Bai Dao, but did not cause any reaction from the crowd.

"Buy your master well!" Song Que instructed Master Concubine without expression.

"Yes!" Shi Feixuan wiped the tears from her cheeks, squatted down and picked up the head of the master, and began to call the fellow students to condense the body of the master.

Hum!

There was a sound of mosquito flapping, and Song Que pointed it into a knife and chopped it down towards the void in front of him.

Zi Zi Zi...

The irritation of the eardrums and the soreness of the roots of the teeth are endless.

As Song Que's palm knife slashed across, a pitch-black crack appeared in front of everyone.

Through this pitch-black crack, one can vaguely see the sight of the square on the top of Lushan Mountain.

"What a broken void!" Dong Zhuo couldn't help sighing.In front of them, a dark crack like the foot of a mountain was slowly taking shape.

When the crack was wide enough, Song Que stepped in.The whole person was swallowed by this crack.

The crack that swallowed Song Que seemed like a full beast.Slowly but unwaveringly began to heal.

On the other side, Song Que's figure flew out like lightning from the crack on the top of the mountain.

"Master Luo, it's been a long time!" Song Que looked suddenly, and in his eyes, he looked at Luo Hao who had been waiting for a long time without any emotion.