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"Since you want to die so, then I won't let you go."

Song Qingshu stretched the purple blood soft sword in front of him, and walked towards the ancient Bodhi tree a few feet away.

The thunder arc under his feet has dazzled into a ray of light.

Amidst the radiant rays of light, thick fog soared.

He seemed to step on the clouds and light, and walked towards the ancient Bodhi tree.

Like an immortal walking on a cloud.

The body is in a flurry of petals, and there is light underneath.

"Song Qingshu, stop struggling."

"I'm only eight feet away from you."

"If you were in the real world, at this distance, I'm afraid you would have killed my life long ago."

"But you are in front of my tree."

"One zhang is ten thousand li, and eight zhang is eighty thousand li. Even if you die of exhaustion, how can you get out of the eight zhang?"

Chen Kunling watched Song Qingshu's raised right foot stop in the air, and smiled slightly.

As Chen Kunling said.

At the moment Song Qingshu raised his right foot, Chen Kunling and his Bodhi tree suddenly became extremely distant.

But the flood of flowers and rain is still beside him.

Song Qingshu knew that this should be some kind of space secret, so he was thinking about a solution.

So he kept raising his right foot, not even a step.

When Song Qingshu was silent, pieces of Luohua fell on him.

Song Qingshu raised his sword to fight.

So Song Qingshu's actions at this time were extremely funny.

He lifted up with one foot, but the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook out beautiful sword flowers.

It looks like a cute clown in a circus.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu was a little unhappy.

So he took the first step with his right foot.

At this time, the ancient Bodhi tree is still far away.

"Don't say 80,000 li, even if it is 80,000 li, you are still in the world."

"Since you are a tree, then you grow on the ground."

"And I am the earth, how do you hide?"

Song Qingshu muttered to this, his left foot also lifted up, and then fell to the ground.

A simple step.

It is tainted with the great power of Kun's artistic conception.

So Tianya turned into neighbors.

The Bodhi tree and Chen Kunling returned to Song Qingshu seven feet away.

Chen Kunling's face was pale, and she said in horror:

"Impossible, you actually took a step so quickly?"

Song Qingshu did not answer.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

...

Song Qingshu stepped on three steps.

So he stepped twenty steps and came under the Bodhi tree.

The fallen leaves on the linden tree trembled fiercely, and endless flying leaves danced in the wind.

Song Qingshu didn't like such a beautiful day.

So he directly lifted the sword and cut it away.

The purple blood soft sword screamed in the air, breaking the wind.

Chapter 366 The Head Under the Bodhi Tree

Chen Kunling let out a strange cry as Song Qingshu stepped forward.

Song Qingshu ignored it.

Song Qingshu just looked at the ancient Bodhi tree with leaves flying everywhere.

So he drew the purple blood soft sword and chopped it at the ancient Bodhi tree.

Song Qingshu clenched the hilt of the sword with both arms, and roared when he took out the sword.

This sword looks extremely domineering.

Because even the space trembled under the sword's edge.

If this sword cut directly to the ancient Bodhi tree.

Then I am afraid that this ancient Bodhi tree will not be able to support it even for a moment, and it will be directly cut into two parts.

All Chen Kunling's will is pinned on the Bodhi tree.

The trees are in the people.

The tree was destroyed.

Chen Kunling didn't want to die, he still wanted to control the Black Steel Army, dominate the world, and then conquer other dimensional interfaces.

He also wanted to realize what Xiahou had never forgotten.

So he can't just watch the Bodhi tree be cut off.

So Chen Kunling chewed up his tongue and vomited blood to the bodhi tree with the root of the tongue.

The linden tree was originally full of greenery.

But when it dissipates blood.

There was a dignified color on the green linden tree.

There was blood dripping from the tree.

An extremely strange feeling came from the Bodhi tree.

What came even more strangely was the struggling figure in the trunk.

It seems that ghosts are about to escape from it.

Song Qingshu looked at the ancient Bodhi tree that was about to be demonized, and gave a cold snort, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand cast away faster.

Like a flash of lightning, it cuts down at the ancient Bodhi tree.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword stayed three inches in front of the ancient Bodhi tree.

No matter how hard Song Qingshu pushed, Jianfeng never dipped an inch.

Song Qingshu glanced at the ancient Bodhi tree, and then at Chen Kunling, whose mouth was full of blood: "Before Bazhang was the law of space."

"Now San Cun is again?"

Chen Kunling's tongue had been chewed to pieces by him, so he couldn't make a sound.

He could only look at Song Qingshu, his eyes were full of joking.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's eyes.

It seems that he can see the question deep in his eyes:

"How can you?"

How can Song Qingshu?

He is now empty on his left hand, and the Hell Terrace is not yet beside him.

He was utterly weak again.

Kun Yi Kun Xian is never available.

So Song Qingshu only left the sword in his right hand.

A light and sharp soft sword.

Since only the sword was left, Song Qingshu had to swing the sword towards each other.

So Song Qingshu roared:

"The Great Wilderness turns the mountain to a decisive battle, and the slash is cut!"

After shouting, Song Qingshu tried his best to urge the purple blood soft sword to cut down the ancient Bodhi tree.

His eyes turned from the deep black shining stone into brown loess.

The sword is wrapped with a mountain-like sword energy.

There is still a misty Pinghu deep in the mountains.

"You have the power of three inches of space, and I have clouds and mists, a chaotic sea of ​​green lans, and three decisive battles over the mountains."

"So, I still can't kill you?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword air entwined on the sword, and a smile of joy was raised at the corner of his mouth.

This sword combines all the artistic conceptions of Kun that Song Qingshu has mastered.

Song Qingshu, who was extremely picky about kendo, looked at this sword.

He also felt quite satisfied, so he secretly cheered in his heart.

The green veins on Song Qingshu's hands bulged like twine.

The vitality in the body was like boiling, continuously providing a steady stream of strength to Song Qingshu's wrist.

Unmatched power came from the sword of Song Qingshu, and then slashed towards the ancient Bodhi tree.

The distance between the sword's edge and the ancient Bodhi tree is three inches.

It was like the distance between the blue cloud and the yellow mud.

No matter how Song Qingshu swung the sword away.

The three-inch distance still exists.

Never increase or decrease even one point.

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu's sword to no avail, and the joke in his eyes became more intense.

"This three-inch distance, even if it is Xiahou Li's iron spear, he can't pierce it."

"Song Qingshu, what if you can take a thousand miles?"

"Your sword is not on you!"

"You can step across a thousand miles in one step, but what about your sword? It can too?!"

"Furthermore, the Bodhi tree has been stained with my blood. After three breaths, I can give you the strongest curse."

"Song Qingshu, what can you do?"

Chen Kunling looked at the cold sweat rolling down Song Qingshu's forehead, and the pain of breaking his tongue seemed to disappear.