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Hear the words.

Song Qingshu laughed loudly:

"Life or death is not about generosity, it's about the heart."

Zhou Fang said in doubt:

"It's not about generosity? Then why stand without a sword?"

Song Qing calligraphy:

"Because I can't stop with my sword."

In fact, Song Qingshu said that is not appropriate.

It's not that he can't stop him with a sword.

Only at the moment when the sword of heaven appeared.

Song Qingshu knew that his sword intent was not as powerful as this one.

Although there is also the possibility of victory.

But because my sword is not as strong as yours, I don't want to make a sword.

This is Song Qingshu's weird temper when holding a sword.

Or.

This is his dignity and pride when he holds the sword.

So Song Qingshu didn't draw his sword and stabbed the sword of the sky.

The sword of that day came like thunder and lightning, unmatched.

Although Divine Sense Transmission can communicate everything in less than a breath.

But at such a moment when Zhou Fang and Song Qingshu were transmitting the sound of God.

The sword of the sky had already stabbed Song Qingshu from the depths of Shen Yun in the sky.

After the half-breath time,

The sword of the Heavenly Sword is only one-third of a foot away from Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu seemed to be reachable.

So Song Qingshu thought for a while, and directly stretched out his hand to grasp the sword of heaven.

If at this time someone looked at the world from the perspective of a heavenly sword.

Look at Song Qingshu standing on Lingxi Mountain.

Then he must be able to see the following scene.

Amid the infinite sword power and Ling Yu's sword intent, a slightly thin white hand stretched out into the air.

This hand is very stable, the thumb is strong, the four fingers are slender, and the tiger's mouth is a little bit cocoon.

This hand is perfect for holding a sword.

But at this time, this hand didn't hold anything, just pointed at the sword of heaven that broke through the sky.

"The misty clouds and mists are determined by the artistic conception and body technique. Dacheng can travel thousands of miles."

"The Great Wilderness Overturning the Mountain Jue, the Cuilan Chaotic Sea Jue is also a martial art of artistic conception. At the time of Dacheng, there is a thought to move the mountain and the invincible power of the chaos.

"But in front of the sword of the sky."

"How can the mountain be blocked? How can the sea be blocked? The clouds and mist are even more unbearable."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and stretched out his hands while thinking about these issues in the monastic world.

At this moment, Song Qingshu exudes a few faint breaths between his fingers.

The sword of the sky, like thunder, began to shudder uncontrollably in the air as if it felt something.

And the sword of the acquired day swayed continuously from side to side, and the amplitude became larger and larger, as if the same scourge was locked by an iron chain in Song Qingshu's hand.

Had to struggle left and right, but could not escape Song Qingshu's control.

Facing the anomaly of the Sword of Heaven.

Zhou Fang and the others showed terrified expressions on their faces, looking at Song Qingshu as if they had seen a ghost.

But Song Qingshu always had a faint smile on his face, silently looking at this sword of heaven.

Except for a faint smile, there is no other emotion on his face, his face is calm.

"This is a sword that entrains the power of the heavens and the earth. This is a tens of thousands of swords! How did you hold Song Qingshu?"

Zhou Fang felt the strange sensation coming from the sky sword, his chest was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were faintly bloody.

Then Zhou Fang raised his hand and suddenly wiped the blood red from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot and angry at Song Qingshu.

The reason Zhou Fang has such doubts is not ignorance.

After all, the sword of the sky is a sword that comes from the sky and contaminates the rules of the world.

It's just as quiet and banished immortal descending into the turbid world.

This sword is just like Zhou Fang stabbed the whole world at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is more powerful.

Horrible.

Extraordinary.

He can't be an enemy of the whole world, right?

He can't beat the whole muddy world, right?

Zhou Fang thought so.

But he never thought of it.

Facing a sword that stabbed the whole world.

Song Qingshu just stretched out his hand to hold it.

He held this sword of heaven.

It is tantamount to him holding the entire world!

Zhou Fang really didn't dare to think about such a terrifying scene, let alone believe it.

"A sword like an immortal is just a sword."

"What if you are really banished?"

"I can even sleepy immortals, let alone you banished immortals?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and the very light breath in his hand was the Kunyixianjue learned that day.

Under the influence of Kun Yi Kun Xian Jue, that extremely terrifying Heavenly Sword was forced to behave well.

But under the well-behaved body of the Sword of Heaven, its body became increasingly unstable.

Standing directly behind the sword formation, Li Zhan looked at the calm Heavenly Sword, and for some reason, a feeling of fear suddenly grew in his heart.

This is an emotion that only a swordsman has, so he feels that the sky sword is by no means simple.

A faint luminescence appeared in Song Qingshu's hand, which was a decision for Kun Yi to sleep in the immortal.

The Sword of Heaven was so well-behaved as a child who did wrong under his hands.

The sword body trembled slightly, as if waiting for Song Qingshu to punish it.

Song Qingshu lowered his head and looked at the sword of the sky. After a long time, he raised his head and said to Zhou Fang:

"I have held your sword."

"What else can you say?"

Zhou Fang shook his head, the blood he couldn't help but vomited red on his body robe: "You didn't hold that sword, so I have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Song Qing frowned slightly.

Just when Song Qingshu thought about throwing the sword aside.

Several cracks were directly produced on the extremely tough Heavenly Sword, and then directly cracked!

The Heavenly Sword, which turned thousands of swords into one sword, re-transformed into infinite sword intent at this moment.

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Only the sneered Feijian broke into the sky several times.

The crack on the sword of heaven became bigger and bigger.

Finally, the sword of the sky turned into a little bit of fluorescence, scattered in front of Song Qingshu.

Every bit of fluorescence is a sharp sword.

The sky full of fluorescence is naturally the sky full of flying swords.

Thousands of swords arrived, and for a moment Song Qingshu was like a piece of ocean of standing body and ten thousand swords.

However, I don't know why.

Although the power of thousands of swords is like a rainbow and thunder.

But Song Qingshu just moved his hand back.

Those thousands of flying swords can no longer come close.

With the little fluorescent light on Song Qingshu's body, it flickered.

When the thousands of flying swords could touch Song Qingshu's body.

Just as the river water rushed to the stone, it resolutely went to both sides of Song Qingshu.

Thousands of swordsmanship linger like snow, with power like thunder.

Thousands of swords are ethereal like wind, without any holes.

But although the sword is as clear as the wind, it is as powerful as the snow, and the power is like thunder.

But they never touched even a piece of Song Qingshu's clothes.

Even if there are so few flying swords about to stab Song Qingshu.

But I don't know why.

When Fei Jian was able to pierce Song Qingshu.

Fei Jian would definitely brush Song Qingshu at an extremely profound angle, and walk behind Song Qingshu. Zhou Fang looked at this strange scene, raised his hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and muttered to himself: " how can that be?!"

"How can the thousands of flying swords not even touch a corner of your clothes!"

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"

"Song Qingshu, are you really a fucking human?!"

Facing Zhou Fangjin's accusation that seemed like a curse.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, without saying a word.

indeed.

These tens of thousands of flying swords are naturally not weak.

Especially the tens of thousands of flying swords Song Qingshu faced.

Take the Sword of Heaven as the carrier and the Great Way of Heaven and Earth as the ultimate move.

Even if Song Qingshu really tried his best to cut a sword that was stronger than the sword of the sky, cut it off.

But the thousands of swords hidden in the sword of the sky were enough to stab Song Qingshu into a hedgehog.

It was Song Qingshu's fate, but he definitely couldn't escape the pitiful end of a serious injury.

If the opponent of the sword of the sky is not Song Qingshu.