Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 212
"Besides, you are not a sword. The sword walks on the remnant front, and the intention is on the remnant road?"
Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Fang's incomplete sword, felt the Kunyi Dao, and muttered.
It is different from the Heavenly Clarification Yijian of the Old Sword Master.
Zhou Fang's sword has a strong meaning of red.
Obviously only half of the sword body and blade remain.
But the sword whispered a little bit of red dust.
On the sword, there was the cries of secular street vendors.
There was the wheezing of a woman in the brothel.
There is the noise of crying children late at night.
There is the holiness of the lotus without mud.
There is the foulness of the ditch spilled.
The blade is extremely simple.
It is no more than twenty inches long and eight inches wide, and there is no pattern or carving on the sword.
Look far away.
It was like a huge iron block, held by Zhou Fang and then thrown to Song Qingshu.
But everything carried on this piece of iron.
They are all too thick and too heavy.
So thick that Song Qingshu frowned.
So heavy that Song Qingshu raised his head:
"The old swordsman stabbed a sword from the sky a few days ago, I worshipped it."
"Now your Excellency takes Hongchen Yijian as a guest, I admire it."
"can."
"The sword body is broken, and the sword intent is difficult to preserve. Hong Chen is cumbersome and too worried."
"Red sword, let me see it!"
That's it in one word.
Song Qingshu suddenly raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand.
Clumsy drank a word of unknown meaning.
Then the purple blood soft sword in his hand severely chopped down the broken iron block.
Before Song Qingshu entered the Golden Core Eightfold.
Either he can only resort to the Great Desolate Turning the Mountains, or he can only cut out the Cuilan Chaos.
The momentum of the body.
Either it can only be as heavy as a mountain, or it can only be as light as water.
The two cannot complement each other and can only replace.
So when the old sword master stabbed that clarification sword that day.
At the beginning, Song Qingshuxian died first.
But after Song Qingshu entered the Golden Core Eightfold.
The artistic conception between the two finals can already be complementary.
There are springs in the mountains.
There are mountains in the sea.
This is the real road law.
It is the real natural gas.
clang!
With the two swords brewing in Song Qingshu symbiosis.
The purple blood soft sword in his hand had also smashed against Zhou Fang's sword fiercely.
There was a crackling metal crackling sound.
The sparks when the two swords collided also filled Song Qingshu's eyes.
All of a sudden.
Song Qingshu's eyes sparkled.
It seems that a star is formed from it and then goes to destruction.
The collision of the two swords disrupted the tranquil scenery on Lingxi Mountain.
The air waves are rolling in.
The space was trembling.
Zhou Fang's sword kept shaking.
There seemed to be strange frequencies between the chaos, as if they could stab Song Qingshu's soft sword at any time.
Then smashed Song Qingshu's throat.
But no matter how Zhou Fang's sword swings and trembles.
The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was still clenched tightly, without shaking or even bending for a moment.
Before this sword, Song Qingshu looked calm and relaxed.
However, blue veins appeared on the back of his white hands, and his plain face instantly flushed.
Zhou Fang has the fourth level of Yuan Ying, and he has a high conceit of his red sword.
Not to mention the old swordsman of Heaven and Human.
Even Li Zhan at the pinnacle of kendo.
Zhou Fang's sword is sure to kill the enemy and the front.
But today's Song Qingshu is only the eightfold golden core...
Thinking of this, Zhou Jianyi couldn't help but feel anger in his eyes:
"Everyone! What are you waiting for! It's time to ask Song Daoyou for advice!"
Zhou Fang said nothing.
After the four echoes came, four flying swords with a faint vitality lingering around their bodies stabbed Song Qingshu.
A broad and heavy sword is a short sword.
A sword as dexterous as a dragon is a soft sword.
A sword is a long sword.
A magnificent sword is a square sword.
Zhou Fang let out angrily, the veins in his hand violently, and the sword in his palm firmly squeezed.
Wow!
Zhou Fang's broken sword no longer pierced directly at Song Qing's writing gate.
Instead, he turned sideways, brushed Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword, and pierced the sky.
The purple blood soft sword ran across the broken sword, and another dazzling spark was cut out, as if the stars had vanished.
Maybe it was the collision of Zhou Fang and Song Qingshu's breath that disrupted the breath of heaven and earth.
Perhaps Song Qingshu has been here for a while when he came to this Lingxi Mountain.
When Zhou Fang's broken sword stabbed into the sky.
Song Qingshu discovered that the sky, which had just been shining for thousands of miles, was already covered with endless thick clouds.
The sky is dim, it is night.
When the rain falls to the ground, it is rain.
Unconsciously, it was already heavy rain gradually falling to the ground, a coolness drifting between heaven and earth.
But Song Qingshu didn't have time to shrink his neck in this coolness, too late to breathe in this coolness.
Because the moment the first drop of rain hit the world.
The heavy dagger has arrived!
Song Qingshu's mind moved, and his back was ups and downs.
The hill-like hell platform and the void appeared, slamming away at the thick short sword.
clang!
A loud noise came, breaking the rain and fog around Song Qing's book.
Don't wait for Song Qingshu to feel the heavy collision on the platform of hell.
The dexterous soft sword churns softly like a silver dragon in the rain.
Grazed the heavy hell platform, broke the heavy rain curtain, and stabbed Song Qingshu.
"silly!"
Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, slashed out a blast of sword wind with the basic sword force, and slashed the deft soft sword aside.
Just pick up the dexterous soft sword.
The majestic and mighty Fang Jian appeared at the back half of Song Qingshu at some point.
However, Ling Yu Wuji's long sword pierced directly from the underground soil and rock of Song Qingshu, and headed towards Song Qingshu.
The Broken Sword that had just broken through the clouds in the sky had already arrived abruptly, and pierced directly at Song Qingshu's Tianling Gai.
All of a sudden.
Song Qingshu's front and back in all directions.
All are swords.
Both are the most satisfying swords in their lives stabbed by the strong Yuan Ying.
So Song Qingshu had no choice but to draw a sword!
Chapter 332
Only a master of Song Qingshu's realm can feel the huge difference between the time scale and reality.
Or.
The speed of time flowing in the world of the strong is different from the ordinary world.
Five swords broke through the air, and they came to Song Qingshu with a sharp sword aura.
In front of him was the constant collision of heavy short swords and the platform of hell.
A dexterous soft sword came quietly through the rain curtain on his side.
Behind him was the infinite power of the Xiongqi Fangjian suddenly appeared.
There was Ling Xu's sword intent that pierced the soil with Ling Ling's long sword.
On the body, only half a foot away from the head.
A broken sword exuding a strong red dust, like a thunder, struck Song Qingshu's head.
This seems a long and complicated process.
In the real world, even one-fifth of the time has not passed.