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Seeing Zhou Fang's five people trembled.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a long time.

After a long time.

Zhou Fang's slightly helpless voice just reached Song Qingshu's ears:

"Song Daoyou, most sword holders have their own arrogance in their hearts."

"I was defeated by Hong Chen before, I will take it."

"Heavy sword was startled by Yishitai, I respect."

"The sword of dexterity was chopped off, the sword of Xiongqi was picked off, and the sword intent of Ling Li was broken to the ground. I sigh for genius."

"Yes, the five of us still have a sword. Please send us your advice."

Song Qingshu patiently heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.

Because he just launched a sweep.

But he couldn't see even a trace of cruelty in Zhou Fang's eyes.

In the eyes of Zhou Fang.

Song Qingshu saw only admiration, helplessness, and calmness after knowing that he was defeated.

This is enough to prove that Zhou Fang's attitude really just wanted to learn from Song Qingshu.

Moreover, in Zhou Fang's eyes, Song Qingshu also saw the hope of victory.

This is sufficient proof.

The sword that Zhou Fang cut out next should be quite interesting.

So Song Qingshu didn't immediately raise the purple blood soft sword behind him and hacked Zhou Fang to death.

Although he did have this plan before Three Breaths...

However, watching Zhou Fang's sincere compilation and clear eyes.

Song Qingshu still nodded and said with a chuckle:

"can!"

Zhou Fang smiled lightly:

"Thank you Song Daoyou!"

After saying this, the five people headed by Zhou Fang pinched the sword and summoned the five swords scattered around in their hands.

Each of the five held their own swords, and hope reappeared in their eyes.

As long as the sword is in hand.

Kill the world!

The dignity and belief of the swordsman, no matter in which immortality world he is in, is something that is particularly worthy of admiration.

Song Qingshu thought so.

So when five people were scattered in five directions of oneself, they formed a rather mysterious sword formation.

Song Qingshu didn't lift the purple blood soft sword and directly smashed the sword formation, and then hacked five people to death.

He just stood quietly in the middle of the sword formation.

Watching the mysterious kendo patterns slowly pieced together under my feet to form a complete pattern.

He just watched the lines slowly glow, and then exuded a sword intent that was far greater than that of Yuan Ying's five-fold powerhouse.

"The next sword is quite interesting, what's the name?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword intent at his feet, raised his toes slightly, stepped on them lightly, and asked with a smile.

"Sword of Heaven!"

Zhou Fang's forehead blue veins violently, the sword in his hand firmly squeezed, the tiger's mouth cracked slightly, and blood flowed out of his palm.

Facing Song Qingshu's question, Zhou Fang took a deep breath, and then said with difficulty.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu gently shook his head:

"I thought Fengjian Villa was proud of a sword in the sky."

"Don't you think the other villas are the same?"

"When a person is standing on the ground, why bother with the heavenly sword?"

Zhou Fang also shook his head:

"Song Daoyou's words are wrong."

"Although it can never be reached, but always have to go, this is yearning."

"Although the power is poor, but never give up, this is hope."

"Although a man is standing on the ground, he must turn towards the sky. This is pride!"

Song Qingshu frowned:

"Your broken sword is full of red and tedious, how to cut out a sword in the sky?"

Zhou Fang chuckled:

"If you can't cut it, you must cut it, this is the sword!"

"As long as I cut, I care about the iron chains, the mountains and rivers, and the distance between heaven and man?"

"If one sword fails, I will cut two swords. If two swords fail, I will cut four swords. Four is not eight, eight is not a hundred, and a million is not ten thousand!"

"As long as I cut, sooner or later I can cut a sword from heaven and man!"

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu looked around at the five people who are now in different directions, and sneered: "You only have five swords."

Zhou Fang said:

"Five swords can be one sword, and one sword is all the swords of our five old immortal lives."

"So I have no less than ten million swords!"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Admire! Please!"

With Song Qingshu's words landing.

The sword formation under his feet suddenly exudes infinite clarity.

Zhou Fang's five people squeezed the sword with their hands, bit the tip of their tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood, splashing on their respective swords.

Immediately, five clear howls came from Song Qingshu's body.

In the clear whistling sound, five swords pierced through the air, imagining countless afterimages on the sword formation at Song Qingshu's feet.

This is the countless afterimages formed by the condensation of five swords.

Song Qingshu looked at this scene and chuckles:

"I was right, you really only have five swords."

But as the afterimage gradually condenses.

Originally, Song Qingshu could still see where the five swords were.

Now facing the flying sword shadow overwhelming the sky, he couldn't tell...

Song Qingshu sighed:

"Sure enough, what you said is right, you really have tens of thousands of swords."

clang!

With a very clear and loud collision in the air, the countless condensed sword shadows instantly condensed into a sword.

This sword has the meaning of red dust.

There are other four swords' unique artistic conception.

Heavy and majestic, lingering and dexterous.

Song Qingshu hasn't seen the charm of this sword.

This sword had already pierced through the air and stabs at Song Qingshu.

The blade has not yet arrived.

Sword Qi has arrived.

The breeze blew from the edge of the sword, breaking a few strands of Song Qingshu's hair, cutting his cheeks, leaving a shallow white mark.

This sword formation is not very strong, but it is also very strong.

With the power of five people, only one sword can be used, which is too small for ordinary combat.

But this sword made Song Qingshu's eyes glow.

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Song Qingshu looked at the sword of heaven that exuded the pressure of heaven, which was up and down on the sky.

His eyes lit up slightly and exclaimed:

"Integrate thousands of swords into one sword."

"So how powerful is this sword?"

"Zhou Fang, if it weren't for this world, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is too powerful."

"Your sword, maybe it can really replace the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!"

When Song Qingshu sighed.

The sword above the sky has broken through the sky, and it pierced Song Qingshu's face.

Looking at the space fragments that were cracked by the sword.

Song Qingshu once again seriously praised:

"Good sword!"

Sigh finished.

Song Qingshu directly inserted the purple blood soft sword behind him on the ground.

clang!

With a burst of sparks flying.

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword went deep into the huge rock under the soil and could no longer be pulled up.

Facing such a powerful heaven and man with a sword.

Song Qingshu just smiled and looked kind, as if he had no intention of preparing a sword.

Zhou Fang raised his head slightly in the infinite sword intent of the sword of the sky.

Looking at Song Qingshu, who stood proudly, with a flat smile on his face, frowned, and asked, "I'm afraid Li Zhan won't be able to stop this sword."

"This sword would fall if Mo Xiejia hadn't prepared."

"Song Qingshu, what are you going to do?"

"Knowing that he was invincible, I went to death generously?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Fang yelled to Song Qingshu with divine intent voice in the ling of the sword wind, "Song Daoyou! You can avoid it, no need to carry it!"

"This sword is by no means easy, you can't stop it even with a sword!"

"You are a genius of swordsmanship, you can't die like this."