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Song Qingshu's sword was pressed tightly against the black shield of the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect, and there was a spark between the two.

Light up Song Qingshu's deep black eyes.

There seemed to be stars shining in it.

Not only that.

The waves of true vitality between the two blasted endlessly, shaking the floor of the entire ring with countless tortoise cracks.

See so.

Among all the people on the gossip map, except for the Lord of Reincarnation, there is still a cold and subtle that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

The faces of the others changed again and again, pale with incredible horror.

"The owner of Fengjian Villa, what is the name of the sword that Song Qingshu just now?"

"The solitude is like a charm, and the lingering thunder is like thunder. There is nowhere to be found when you shoot. When you see it clearly, you are already dead..."

The Valley Lord of Tangmen Valley looked at the sword that Song Qingshu had just made, and wondered if he could stop it.

In panic, he seemed to have forgotten the initial argument with the owner of Fengjian Villa and asked.

The owner of Fengjian Villa was silent for a long time:

"It's really just the simplest way to kill the enemy, it's extremely simple, but the sword power is not below me."

The ancestor Pengshan was taken aback for a moment, then sighed quietly:

"I am dead."

The Valley Master of Tangmen Valley also sighed:

"I'm dead too."

They are not talking in dreams.

If it was him who was fighting Song Qingshu, I am afraid that he would go to the present at best.

Then, fell under this shocking sword.

The Lord of Reincarnation murmured softly:

"Song Qingshu, you shouldn't just do this..."

Song Qingshu exhausted all his strength, desperately trying to insert the purple blood soft sword into the black shield.

Then directly penetrate the chest of the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect!

"Song Qingshu, you are too weak, and your blade is too blunt. Such a sword can't kill me!"

"Hahaha, in the final analysis, you are just a weak golden core with vain methods!"

The Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect continued to use words to disrupt Song Qingshu's mood while forcibly supporting his protective shield.

Trying to make Song Qingshu angry and distracted.

At that time, he would directly stretch out his hand to smash Song Qingshu's throat, drawing an end to this farce battle.

However, listening to the ridicule of Black Feather Evil Sect Great Elder, Song Qingshu never got angry.

He didn't even reply to the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qingshu became more calm, like a lone wolf about to eat.

Immediately he raised the hand that had just been against the hilt and patted the hilt fiercely.

Snapped!

Song Qingshu's palm was like a hammer, with unimaginable power penetrating the purple blood soft sword.

It pierced directly on the black shield, and then there was a clear and cracking sound, and a spark burst out.

"Elder, go to death!"

Song Qingshu let out a roar, gathered all the power of his body on his wrist, and stabbed it fiercely.

The black feather evil sect great elder felt a little bit.

In an instant, he broke the protective shield around him.

The figure took a step back like a ghost.

Reach out and hold it in the air.

He devoted all his cultivation to the middle of the purple blood soft sword.

As long as he held the middle of the purple blood soft sword, he would not be stabbed to death.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword made a harsh rubbing sound in his hand.

Sparks splashed out of his palm.

The temperature caused by the friction evaporates the blood in his hand, causing blood mist bursts.

Song Qingshu continued to send the sword forward, with great vitality around her body.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword moved forward among the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, piercing into the chest as if it were.

Just in the blink of an eye.

Elder Black Feather Evil Sect's eyes suddenly became gloomy, like a black hole.

There was only a roar.

The purple blood soft sword and the spark on his palm instantly disappeared.

In the reincarnation arena, the yin wind blows, and the stars and floor tiles are completely shattered, dancing wildly with the yin wind.

The Black Feather Evil Sect Great Elder's feet stepped into the floor like iron pillars, and they actually plowed two extremely deep gully.

If it weren't for the arena that was made from stars, with this impact, it would directly crack the earth.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword has pierced his chest, leaving a deep wound, and countless blood flowed out of it.

The Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect pulled out the sword with all his strength, and then Song Qingshu, who was holding the sword, threw it out fiercely.

"Hahaha, Song Qingshu, look, you didn't kill me, did you?"

The Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect slightly settled his breath, using his vitality to forcibly stop the still surging blood.

Then he raised his head to look at Song Qingshu, who was already somewhat relieved, and said with a wild smile.

Song Qingshu got up with difficulty, raised his sword and pointed it at the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect:

"You have a hole in your chest and a wound in your hand."

"And I am unscathed, in this case, you are not dead now, and not far away!"

Hearing this, the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect shook his head coldly:

"The sword you just used has exhausted the vitality of your whole body. Now you are nothing but cattle and sheep to be slaughtered!"

"And in order to block your sword, although the ten-year cultivation base is completely negative."

"But as long as I can kill you, then everything is worth it!"

Song Qingshu nodded and motioned to him to agree with the words of the Great Elder Xiezong.

"It seems that you agree with me, so don't let us waste time."

"Song Qingshu, I will remember you!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's nod, the elder couldn't help but put on a sickly smile.

Then the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect came out like a ghost.

Holding a black steel sword from an unknown source in his hand, he pierced directly at Song Qing's writing gate.

at this time.

The space behind Song Qingshu suddenly fluctuated, and the heavens and the earth were in chaos, as if a thunder was exploded in a dark cloud.

The Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect took a closer look.

A hill-like hell platform has already rushed in front of him.

In a hurry, he stabs his strongest sword at the hell platform: "The remnant black roars the sky!"

The sword body of the black steel sword turned into a brave god, and headed towards the hell platform.

clang!

boom!

There was a blast of metal.

The black steel sword broke.

Then there was another muffled noise.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect vomited blood and flew, like a broken string kite, falling heavily into the arena.

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"Even if there is not much vitality left in my body."

"But you forgot after all. To kill you, I still have a million ways!"

"This hell platform is one. If you can get up, then I have more ways."

"Elder, even if you reach the Yuan Ying Sanzhong, you don't have a real fighting method to meet the fire, right?"

Song Qingshu looked at the Black Feather Evil Sect Great Elder who had a visible dent in his chest.

A smile appeared on his pale face, and he spoke slowly like hell Shura.

The Hell Terrace was as powerful as a rainbow, and gently floated in the air after the Great Elder Black Feather Evil Sect was hammered.

The posture is light, like sunshine and white snow.

There is a world of difference from the power and power just now.

Several people on the gossip picture looked at Song Qingshu's thunderous blow, and their mouths were so scared that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Master Fengjian Villa, you think that a sword is like a thunderstorm, but how is it compared to Song Qingshu's blow?"

The ancestor Pengshan swallowed his saliva, and bitterness appeared behind him, and he spoke to the owner of Fengjian Villa with a black face.

The owner of Fengjian Villa shook his head, his eyes were no longer arrogant: "Although Heiwu Xiaotian, the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, was temporarily in a panic."

"But with the deep realm of his Yuan Ying triple realm."

"Even if it is a temporary black Wu Xiaotian, its sword power is by no means ordinary..., at least, I can't break it at will."

After hearing this, the valley master of Tangmen Valley faintly agreed after a bitter smile:

"Before we thought this Song Qingshu was just a madman who said something crazy."

"Now it seems that our three deputy villagers and disciples who guarded outside the Reincarnation Lake were really brutally murdered."

At this point, Tangmen Valley Valley Master said, the gossip map suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The battle in Song Qingshu's arena was not only the best test of the Lord of Samsara to his current strength.

It was also the first fame battle he fought in this world.

Judging by the reactions of the owner of Tangmen Valley and the owner of Fengjian Villa.

After Song Qingshu emerges from the Samsara Lake, perhaps the pressure he will face will be much less.

After all, no one wants to get into a pervert...

Although Song Qingshu was only the six-layered cultivation base of the Golden Core, the metamorphosis was still metamorphosis.

Among the few people on the gossip picture, some people marveled at Song Qingshu's profound cultivation.

Some people were surprised by Song Qingshu's rapid action.

Some people are even more worried about the fate of fighting Song Qingshu.

But only one person was still extremely dissatisfied with Song Qingshu's performance.

"Song Qingshu, you shouldn't just be like this. There must be more secrets in you, right?"