Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 216
In exchange, Mo Yejia, the six-tiered strong Nascent Soul, was bound to be embarrassed in front of the Heavenly Sword and tens of thousands of flying swords.
But unfortunately.
There has never been a if and but.
The opponent of the Sword of Heaven is Song Qingshu, which is an indisputable fact.
But despite the loss.
Since the sword of the sky has already faced Song Qingshu.
So what Zhou Fang could do was to let the sword of heaven pierce Song Qingshu.
It can be stabbed or stabbed to death!
It's just that Zhou Fang couldn't accept it, and gathered the sword intent of five strong swordsmen in their lives, and even Song Qingshu's clothes could not be broken.
One thought ends here.
Zhou Fang rubbed the tip of his tongue that was bitten by him at first with his teeth.
The intense pain caused Zhou Fang to renew the courage and decision to fight Song Qingshu.
"Everyone, give me the most satisfying sword of your life!"
Zhou Fang vomited the blood foam in his mouth, his face was so pale that he said harshly at the other four.
The four people responded, then raised their fingers and squeezed the sword.
A clear light sprouted between the fingers, and then pierced Zhou Fang's eyebrows.
The dagger is thick and powerful.
The long sword is lingering and the sword is like the wind.
The soft sword is dexterous and integrates offense and defense.
Fang Jianxiong is strange but Jianyi Taotao.
In such a moment.
The profound meanings of the four sword intents suddenly emerged and died in Zhou Fang's mind.
And in such a moment, Zhou Fang reached an unprecedentedly powerful state of his own.
If Li Zhan is the emperor of swordsmanship in this world,
So at this moment, Zhou Jian is the god of kendo in this world.
Even if there is only a moment of invincibility.
But for a master, it was enough for several life and death duels.
Although time seems to be relatively sufficient.
But Zhou Fang refused to give Song Qingshu a moment of respite.
"Friend Song, take me a few swords!"
Zhou Fang raised his hand and waved a clear light.
Qingguang hit one of the thousands of flying swords in front of Song Qingshu.
Then the flying sword with golden light suddenly became as simple as a bronze sword.
Or a broken bronze sword...
The bronze sword shadow appeared several feet away in front of Song Qingshu.
Then it turned into a sword rainbow in the thousands of golden flying swords.
Following a very round track, mixed with a thick red dust, it means to bring Song Qingshu stabbed.
The sword is as fast as a ghost and the sword is as sharp as a cold and bright moon.
But such a terrifying sword has no intention of killing.
The moment this flying sword pierced Song Qingshu's robe, it was about to pierce his heart.
This broken bronze sword froze directly in place, shivering uncontrollably.
If you look carefully.
You can find that Song Qingshu's right index finger and middle finger are gently pinching the blade.
Make it impossible to make a foot or a point back.
Zhou Fang felt the sense of restraint coming from the sword, and there was a slight pain in his chest: "Song Qingshu! If there is a kind, fight me upright and take my sword!"
Zhou Fang's forehead blue veins violently.
He yelled at Song Qingshu's figure.
Song Qingshu frowned:
"Don't I be upright like this? You have to be stabbed by you to be happy?"
After saying this, Song Qingshu's palm forcefully broke the connection between Zhou Fang and the bronze sword.
"puff!"
When the bronze sword was taken, Zhou Fang directly vomited a mouthful of blood.
The footsteps were vacant, and it was suddenly a little unstable to stand...
Zhou Fang staggered, then stepped heavily on the ground with his feet to stabilize his body.
Lifting his faint head, he looked at Song Qingshu with bright red eyes:
"You can hold the Heavenly Sword!"
"You can hold the Hongchen Sword!"
"Then what's next?"
"Let me see when you can hold it!"
After Zhou dialect, he took out the broken sword behind him and stabbed him in the chest.
Jianfeng is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Zhou's face turned pale as paper instantly.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Zhou Fang felt the sharp pain coming from his heart and couldn't help but scream.
While screaming, he also used his true vitality to guide the blood in his heart to emerge.
Not long.
Four golden blood beads floated out from Zhou Fang's chest.
"Changhong Mountain Jue, become Changhong!"
After Zhou Fang uttered a secret.
The four golden blood beads turned into four swords.
One handle is long.
One handle is short.
A soft handle.
Kazuo.
The four-handed swords carried all Zhou Fang's energy and spirit in his life, and went to Song Qingshu.
"Why?"
Li Zhan knew that these were the only four swords Zhou Fang could use in his life, and he sighed and murmured.
Four swords crossed the sky, but the sound of breaking wind never came.
The speed is so fast that Song Qingshu has never seen it.
With such a mighty power, the tens of thousands of swords entwined with Song Qingshu were directly shattered into real fluorescence.
however.
Song Qingshu still didn't draw his sword, he stretched out his white hand into the air:
"Kun Yi sleepy fairy decision!"
Chapter 336 Faith and Death
After Song Qingshu finished reciting this sentence silently in his heart.
The color of his eyes gradually changed.
A little glazed fluorescence suddenly appeared in the bright eyes that were originally pitch black and obsidian.
Follow.
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly turned into a loess-like color, inexplicably heavy.
That is in such a moment.
Song Qingshu's understanding of Kunzhi's artistic conception has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine.
How to describe it?
It can be said that at such a moment.
Song Qingshu turned into a land.
A cloud of mist was born.
A piece of wild mountains stands tall.
A piece of blue sea tide rises and falls.
A vast and boundless land.
Song Qingshu looked at her palm.
Seeing the vertical and horizontal palm prints in it, like a series of ravines, my heart feels and sighs: "Kun's artistic conception is endless and profound."
"Even the legendary scene of extinction cannot destroy this land, Zhou Fang, let alone the four swords in your hand?"
Stop talking.
Four powerful flying swords pierced Song Qing's writing door, chest, behind, and a few inches in front of his head.
Clouds and mists gradually grew under Song Qingshu's feet, and thunder arcs whispered.
In an instant, Song Qingshu raised his body speed to the extreme.
Immediately, Song Qingshu raised his right hand very casually and took off the short sword in front of him.
The word extract is used very accurately.
Because Song Qingshu is not stealing, not stealing, let alone stealing.
He just applied a slight force on the palm of his hand, then shook it at will, took the flying sword from the air and threw it behind him.
Song Qingshu's movements were ordinary and natural.
It's like when he ran to the backyard of Tian Yeren's house, he saw a red apple, so he reached out and picked it off.
The short sword that was thrown behind happened to hit the edge of the other sword.
clang!
There was a blast of crisp metal.
A burst of sparks splashed.
Both swords were exhausted, and fell to the ground, stuck in the rock behind Song Qingshu.
Just in such a moment.
The sword above his head seemed to be closer.