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"Impossible! I just clearly used the fixation method, how did you kill his soul?"

The third elder of Heiyu Xiezong seriously recalled what had just happened.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he uttered his doubts to Song Qingshu.

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth slightly raised:

"You want to know?"

The third elder nodded without hesitation.

Song Qingshu smiled frivolously, and then took the Hell Terrace of the Sky Vault into his hand, then threw it out fiercely, and went to suppress the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect: "Ask it!"

It was originally a small hell platform in Song Qingshu's hands.

It turned into a hill-sized appearance once again, and slammed it at the Third Elder.

The three elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect are worthy of being the strong veteran Nascent Soul.

Facing Song Qingshu's blow, what he did was not stupidly carry it, but drifted by quietly.

He intends to avoid Song Qingshu's sharpness, seek out Song Qingshu's weakest weakness and defeat it.

It's a pity that the three elders found desperately after working hard.

Song Qingshu has no weaknesses in this person, all are sharp...

The palms of the three elders were as dark as jade, and after a roar, outlined the general situation of the world and patted Song Qingshu: "The big black swallows the palm of the sky!"

However, Song Qingshu didn't panic, and slapped Dawu with his palm, swallowing the palm of the sky: "The Great Desolate Prisoner of the Sky!"

The two palms touched, shaking the sky.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was not as profound as Song Qingshu.

The third elder first wiped the blood stains from his mouth, and then drew a black steel sword from the void, lying in front of him, meditating silently.

After a light buzz, the black steel sword turned into countless three-legged crows, floating between heaven and earth.

"Juggling to make me laugh? Then you succeeded."

Song Qingshu looked at the group of crows far away in the sky, sneered, said.

Hearing this, the three elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect directly burst into blue veins:

"Song Qingshu, today I will never die with you!"

"Black Feather Evil Sword, thirty-six thousand cuts!"

With the roar of the three elders, heaven and earth suddenly trembled slightly.

It is still not waiting for Song Qingshu to figure out why.

A black gust of wind had already arrived in front of Song Qingshu.

When the wind was right in front of him, Song Qingshu suddenly discovered that the so-called wind was a group of black crows.

What is different from before.

At this time, the three-legged crows carried different sword aura and sword intent on their bodies, and they rushed towards Song Qingshu with the momentum of the wind.

There are 36,000 crows among them, so there are more than 36,000 cuts, which is even more terrifying than a thousand swords.

"You have exhausted kendo changes. Although it is interesting, it is still not strong enough."

"The real power should be only one sword!"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he lifted the Purple Blood Soft Sword and cut out a simple broken sword style.

With the power of one sword, 36,000 swords were broken.

Not only that, the continuous sword intent also directly chopped the Three Elders in half, and the Yuan Ying was shattered and lost his vitality.

Today's Song Qingshu, true strength, has already reached the second level of Yuan Ying.

The elder Tangmengu with blood on his chest looked at the two masters who had died one after another, and laughed a little desperately: "Hahaha, first the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa, and now the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Song Qingshu, if you don't even let me go now, then you will face endless pursuit by the three major sects!"

Song Qingshu raised his sword and walked slowly in front of him:

"Which so?"

Tang Mengu Grand Elder was silent, and he stopped talking.

Among the sparks, the elder of Tangmen Valley suddenly broke out and swung out the poisoned silver needle hidden in his sleeve: "Rainbow pear flower needle!"

Chapter 288

If it is said that the Buddha's Fury Lotus is the overlord of firearms among hidden weapons.

Then the rainstorm Lihuazhen is the emperor of the cold weapon in the hidden weapon!

Tang Mengu has established the name of the Secret Weapon Sect by virtue of "Left Rainstorm Pear Flower, Right Buddha Rage Lotus."

As a result, although Tangmen Valley has the fewest Nascent Soul powerhouses, the strength of the Jindan cultivators is somewhat ineffective.

But for hundreds of years, it has never fallen from the three sects.

Among them, Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle also contributed too much to Tangmen Valley.

The craftsmanship of Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle is equally difficult, even if it is Tang Mengu Grand Elder, he only has this one.

Therefore, he must ensure that when Song Qingshu's vigilance is most lax, Thunder strikes!

The sound of breaking through the air had not yet been heard, and a shot of twenty-seven silver nails was violent, and they came straight into Song Qingshu's twenty-seven points!

The speed was so fast that Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback.

"Lei Ling Fengshen Legs!"

After slightly stunned, Song Qingshu almost subconsciously used his own body technique.

It was also between the electric light and flint, the poisoned silver needle could reach Song Qingshu's skin the moment before.

Song Qingshu gave birth to an afterimage under his feet, and the figure floated out of nowhere.

It was so dangerous to avoid the 27 poisoned silver needles one by one.

clang!

When he avoided the twenty-sixth, Song Qingshu waved the purple blood soft sword smoothly, followed by a sharp metal collision.

The silver needle was also directly cut off by Song Qingshu from the middle.

"Rainbow pear flower needle, empty answer is unknown, urgent, like a thunder, really worthy of the king of hidden weapons."

Song Qingshu stooped to pick up the rainstorm pear needle that had been chopped in half.

Seeing its sharp cold light, Song Qing exclaimed in writing with a smile.

Although it was a deep admiration, to Tangmen Valley Grand Elder, it seemed to be the mutter of death.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Even if you are the second strongest of the Nascent Soul, I have to die before I am the Rainstorm Lihua and the Buddha's Fury Lotus."

"Why, you are safe, or even unscathed?"

Elder Tangmengu held the blood hole in his chest tightly with his left hand.

While struggling to retreat, the look in Song Qingshu's eyes was like seeing a ghost of Shura.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"I am Song Qingshu, the one who destroyed Tangmen Valley!"

Then Song Qingshu directly slammed the Hell Terrace to the Great Elder of Tangmen Valley.

The Great Elder fought hard, and for a time countless hidden weapons burst out of his sleeves.

However, with a muffled noise, Tang Mengu Grand Elder still turned into a pile of meatloaf.

"Ding, hell platform has collected a primary undead soul of Nascent Infant, gaining 11032 resuscitation experience points."

At this point, the four masters of the three major sects have all fallen.

But Song Qingshu didn't even show a wound on his body.

This is the first time in Song Qingshu's life that there are so many Nascent Soul masters. It is also the most successful and also the most dangerous!

The matchups between the four great Yuanying powerhouses and Song Qingshu were extremely straightforward.

The law enforcement captain of Fengjian Villa stabbed the strongest sword in his life.

The deputy owner of Fengjian Villa cut out a sword from heaven and man.

The great elder of Tangmen Valley was the Buddha's Fury Lotus first, and then the Rainstorm Lihua.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect first took a palm, and then 36,000 cuts.

For Song Qingshu, each duel was a front line of life and death.

He must ensure that each of his swords is the strongest one in his life before he can defeat these four people.

It is a fantastic record to fight the four masters of the Nascent Soul with six levels of Golden Core, but the facts have proved that he did...

Song Qingshu sucked his palm, and collected all the storage bags on the four masters of Yuan Ying.

Just as they were about to count the trophies, the other gold core masters in Tangmen Valley yelled at Song Qingshu: "Song Qingshu! You are so ruthless, are you really afraid of my three revenges?"

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently, looking at the speaker's specific position with eighteen palms of Jianglong.

A golden dragon descended from the sky and rushed to the crowd with unstoppable force.

With a roar, the crowd exploded like thunder on the ground.

The broken limbs fell from the air, looking particularly sad.

However, Song Qingshu's eyes were still extremely cold, as if he had just killed a few flies.

Then Song Qingshu walked towards the Samsara Lake and said slowly:

"Song Qingshu is not afraid to fight the world!"

In the laziest tone, speaking the most domineering words.

And the attitude is so firm, as if calmly expounding a matter of course.

Such a sense of gap made the three disciples stunned.

It wasn't until Song Qingshu's figure disappeared in the Lake of Reincarnation that they came back to their senses: "Hurry up and invite the Seven Elders of Tangmen Valley and the Thirteen Earth Devils, and report this to the Old Valley Lord!"

"Quickly spread the news of the death of the three elders to the sect, let the lord decide!"

"Contact the four affiliated villas of Hongjian Villa, Changxue Villa, Tianbai Villa, and Chongyang Villa, and ask them to send people here!"

"Through the secret order, let the old sword master come here!"

One order after another came out from the side of Samsara Lake.

These messages sent out like countless thunders, resounding through the three major sects.

So far, the three sects' pursuit of Song Qingshu has completely begun...

As the light in front of Song Qingshu's eyes dissipated, he successfully entered the mysterious space of Samsara Lake.

What appeared before his eyes was a silver-white waterfall soaring down from the nine heavens, and a few people who stood in front of the waterfall and sighed.

Song Qingshu recognized at a glance that these people were the five people who had just come to Samsara Lake just one step ahead of him.

"Congratulations, all the six people who passed through the barrier are here, and the legacy of Samsara Lake will open in a quarter of an hour.

As Song Qingshu's figure landed, a reminder came from this mysterious space, which made Song Qingshu happy: "It turns out that this Lake of Reincarnation is the place where all the six people who have entered the barrier can begin to pass on."

"This is really great, I thought that all my opportunities were taken away."

It is different from Song Qingshu's joy.

When Song Qingshu's figure just appeared in the Samsara Lake, the people of Sanchangzong were first happy.

I am looking forward to seeing the people of his sect from the light.

After the light dissipated, the faces of the three major sects felt an endless sense of loss.

"How did you get in? Why did the Black Feather Evil Sect let you in?"