Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 242
But Song Qingshu just turned his head slightly to look at the sword.
However, after a glance, he was ignorant.
The thunder arc flashed under Song Qingshu's feet, and thick fog splashed.
So he smashed a mass of air and violently chased Chen Kunling.
Song Qingshu's right hand was vacantly clenched in the cold wind, and the fist was hollow, as if it could hold the hilt.
So he held the hilt of the Purple Blood Soft Sword.
Song Qingshu came to Chen Kunling like a ghost.
Sword it!
Only a scream was heard, and the sword edge of the purple blood soft sword suddenly turned red, and there was a little fire on it.
This is when Jianfeng grinds through the air at an extremely fast speed before the temperature appears.
Chen Kunling is a psychic master, so he can't stop this sword.
In fact, even if Xiahou was reborn, he couldn't stop this sword.
Because Song Qingshu brought the sword force of Kun Zhiyi on this sword.
Such a sword can break Xiahou's abdomen, what kind of thing are you?
Song Qingshu sneered, just swinging his sword at each other.
Chen Kunling felt that he would die under this sword, so he shouted at the golden core monk behind him at the last moment with his will: "Help me!"
After shouting, Chen Kunling glanced at Song Qingshu deeply.
Because Song Qingshu now has the momentum of Kun Yi sword.
So Chen Kunling was injured just by looking at him.
There was blood dripping from his eyes.
His eyes were nearly blind.
His consciousness dissipated somewhat.
But it didn't matter, because Chen Kunling finally saw Song Qingshu.
Seeing it, his attack came.
People in the world often describe things like thoughts as lightning.
When the mind is moving, no lapse of time can catch up with it.
The clarification sword behind Song Qingshu couldn't work.
The sword in Song Qingshu's hand that was almost unreasonable.
In fact, there were still a lot of swords coming out of the sky at Song Qingshu, but they were not fast enough.
So none of them work.
Everything in the real world seemed frozen when Chen Kunling saw Song Qingshu.
So the war shifted from above the hill to Song Qingshu's mind.
"This is your ultimate move?"
Song Qingshu stood in the spiritual world, looking at an ancient Bodhi tree growing in his mind, and sneered.
Chen Kunling reached out and patted the ancient Bodhi tree and said:
"In the Black Steel Army, besides me, there are forty-nine people who cultivate mind power."
"I asked them to help me just now, so they gave their lives and transferred their mind power into my body."
"So now I am the only one left."
"So many people died before planting trees in your mind, Song Qingshu, is it an honor?"
Song Qingshu frowned and raised his head, cursing:
"bored."
Song Qingshu just finished cursing.
The leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree have quietly fallen.
The holy cyan leaves in the sky, illusioned as countless flowers and rain, sprayed towards Song Qingshu's body.
A petal fell on his shoulder, silent and silent, but it tore a hole so violently, blood seeped out like the water of a big river.
"I must go to the Tiandi chat group to deceive a cheat book specializing in willpower!"
Seeing the rain in the sky, Song Qingshu couldn't help cursing secretly.
Chapter 365
Although Song Qingshu has such a plug-in as the Tiandi chat group.
It's a pity that I can't get it right now after all.
After all, he is still in the horror of life and death.
The rain of flowers in the sky came to Song Qingshu with the breeze.
Song Qingshu raised his head to look at the sky, frowning between his eyebrows, and with a movement of thought, the purple blood soft sword in his hand lifted and struck it towards the sky.
The sword power moves with the air, and a leaf crushes a flower with one sword.
The sword qi was light and unrestrained, and the lotus petals that touched the sword qi were all shattered.
However, the sky is full of wind and rain, and there are too many flying flowers. Where can they be completely isolated from the sky?
Flying flowers bloom on the ancient Bodhi tree.
The petals fall with the wind.
Flying flowers fell on Song Qingshu's face.
Falling on Song Qingshu.
Cut open the scarlet robe he had woven from silk that day.
Dive into his skin and flesh.
Cut the flesh and blood from Song Qingshu's body into pieces.
The endless pain sneaked into Song Qingshu's bones, and then exploded to every part of the body.
In the end, it merged into Song Qingshu's mind, causing Song Qingshu's sea of knowledge to shake like a tide, and the pain was extreme.
Forty-nine Jindan monks died, and Chen Kunling, the four-strength Nascent Soul, died before planting the Bodhi tree.
Now it seems that it is really worth it.
It is invincible as holding an iron gun and using the method of blood-breaking Xia Houli standing under the bodhi tree.
He must deal with it with extreme caution.
What's more, it is Song Qingshu, who has long been scarred?
Even if he could see the flaws in this mental attack, he would have no strength to crack the crisis.
The sky's petals are flying and cannot be seen through.
So the meaning of killing in the rain of flowers became more clear and terrifying.
Song Qingshu raised his head in pain.
Looking at Chen Kunling standing under the Bodhi tree and his ugly Bodhi tree.
After Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, he said:
"Your tree is very strong."
Chen Kunling smiled indifferently:
"Thank you, but in my eyes it is not too powerful."
Song Qingshu swung his sword and cut down the oncoming flying flowers, equally indifferent:
"Why?"
Chen Kunling patted the body of the Bodhi tree and exclaimed:
"Because Master Xiahouli broke my illusion with just one shot, so it is naturally not strong."
The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth is lightly raised, and there is an inexplicable taste in his eyes:
"Forty-nine Golden Core cultivators died just as they were planted?"
Chen Kunling laughed and shook his head:
"No, I'm the only one to do it."
Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction:
"Xiahouli's iron spear was cut off by me."
"So Xiahou is not as good as me."
"Then your sky is full of flowers and rain, you can't kill me even if you want to."
Chen Kunling shook his head fiercely, with a joking smile in his eyes:
"Every time a Golden Core cultivator dies, this ancient tree will grow older."
"There will be one more green leaf, and there will be an inch of greenery."
"Song Qingshu, you damn it."
Song Qingshu lifted the sword upon hearing the words, and waved at Chen Kunling and his broken tree indifferently.
The invisible sword aura carried a vague murderous aura.
The killing intent was Ling Ling Wuji, with a hissing sound from tearing the air, and suddenly came to Chen Kunling.
The killing intent disturbed the rain before Song Qing wrote.
The flood of flowers and rain scattered in the air, flying around aimlessly.
Jian Qi shook a vacuum kendo in Song Qingshu and Chen Kun Lingjian.
There has never been even a flower rain in kendo.
However, despite this sword coming extremely ferocious.
But the thin red line Song Qingshu wanted to see did not appear on Chen Kunling's neck.
So Song Qingshu frowned and murmured in confusion:
"Ok?"
Chen Kunling smiled indifferently, and pointed to a thin line that suddenly appeared on the ancient Bodhi tree and said: "You can actually leave a trace on this tree?"
"It seems that your sword just now was really strong."
"It's just that, no matter how strong you are, you are just a physical body."
"Since you are in the flesh? How can you not die?"
The old Bodhi tree tilted its head, and its branches and leaves continued to spill to Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu seriously looked at the bodhi leaves blowing on him.
At this moment, his attention was all in the rain of petals in the sky.
So in the face of Chen Kunling's provocation, Song Qingshu didn't and didn't bother to reply.
He looked at the petals blossoming on his body.
There was a solemn and solemn intent to kill between the eyebrows.
"Xiahou's iron spear never made me bleed."
"Your mother-in-law attack made me flow out."