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Not only did he not feel pain, but he felt extremely happy, so he muttered in his heart.

He had no tongue in his mouth, so he babbled a few times, quite embarrassed.

But what Song Qingshu could feel in the voice of Abba Abba was Chen Kunling's pride and his contempt.

Song Qingshu hated his smile a little.

The smile was full of blood, very bloody.

Some blood dripped to the ground and then solidified.

There was a disgusting stench from the solidification area.

Passed to Song Qingshu's nose, it was inexplicably pungent.

And the fallen leaves on the ancient Bodhi tree are too annoying.

When a leaf fell, a bloody mouth appeared on Song Qingshu's body.

After counting the leaves, the flesh and blood on his body was almost wiped out.

So Song Qingshu revealed the bones in flesh and blood.

The cold wind started to make Song Qingshu almost speechless.

This kind of cold penetrated into Song Qingshu's bones, and even though Song Qingshu was extremely vigorous, he couldn't resist it.

Just when it was so cold.

Song Qing was a little irritable and depressed.

What's more, Song Qingshu listened to the harsh sound of Chen Kunling's scoffing.

He smelled the blood dripping on the ground and then condensed with the smell of blood.

So Song Qingshu felt more depressed and annoyed.

Annoyed that the purple blood soft sword in his hand slashed an inch without noticing it.

So depressed that Song Qingshu couldn't help but curse.

Song Qingshu was floating in the air holding a sword.

He did not look at the sword, but at Chen Kunling who was laughing wildly.

For various reasons.

He wanted to kill him.

This was the first time Song Qingshu wanted to kill someone like this.

But Chen Kunling stood behind the Bodhi tree.

His sword was still three inches away from the Bodhi tree, unable to enter a minute and a half.

So, how can I kill him?

Song Qingshu fell into silence.

Seeing Song Qingshu's silence, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing more arrogantly.

Listening to this burst of laughter, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of the equally arrogant Xiahouli above the river.

Then Song Qingshu recalled his hand knife.

Immediately Song Qingshu abandoned the purple blood soft sword.

The palm of the hand is the blade, and the wind of the palm grows sharply.

Song Qingshu looked at his palm and sighed something.

Soon Song Qingshu stabbed out of his palm.

That palm.

Stabbed the three-inch distance for no reason.

One after another pierced the primitive and old Bodhi trees.

He even pierced Chen Kunling's neck.

Chen Kunling's head became loose for a while.

There was a breeze coming not far away.

So Chen Kunling's head was like a stone.

It rolled down from his own neck and fell under the ancient Bodhi tree.

Don't look down...

Chapter 367 The Struggle of the Bodhi Tree

Chen Kunling's head fell to the ground, bounced slightly, and jumped on the ground a few times.

Immediately, Chen Kunling's head rolled and touched the root of the Bodhi tree, like a basketball stopped in the corner.

Chen Kunling's gaze watched his body collapse suddenly, blood flying in a terrifying appearance.

Desperately murmured in his head:

"why?"

Chen Kunling did not understand.

Obviously, he had set up the most profound spatial formation in his life three inches in front of the Bodhi tree.

Even if it was Master Xiahouli, that iron gun could not penetrate that three-inch distance.

Song Qingshu held a sword, struck it with the power of mountains and seas, and the air of clouds and mist, and never cut a distance of three inches.

But with a palm of Song Qingshu.

Actually stabbed three inches away alive.

Immediately afterwards, the old bodhi tree with steel and toughness was burst by Song Qingshu.

Then he shattered his neck hidden behind the Bodhi tree.

All this is too unreasonable.

So Chen Kunling never closed his eyes for a long time.

He has been looking at Song Qingshu, his eyes are blood red.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's angry eyes and snorted:

"Is it unwilling?"

Chen Kunling heard the words, opened his eyes and closed them again, indicating the anger in his heart now.

Now Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling are in the world of consciousness.

So even though Chen Kunling's head was cut off, he could still move a little bit.

This is the slight gap between the conscious world and the real world.

Song Qingshu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull out the purple blood soft sword suspended in the air.

After inserting the purple blood soft sword into the scabbard behind his back, Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's head indifferently, and smiled slightly: "Then do you want to know why I can do such an unreasonable thing?"

Song Qingshu said very kindly, and moved to the side of Chen Kunling's head.

Chen Kunling's eyes nodded again, indicating that he really wanted to know this.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"What you said earlier makes sense."

"I can do it in one step, ignoring the distance of space and shrinking into an inch."

"But my sword can't."

"So there are thousands of miles between my man and the sword, so naturally I can't launch any attacks on you."

"But fortunately, after I put down my purple blood soft sword, I still have a sword."

Speaking of which.

Song Qingshu closed his slender fingers slightly, turning his palms into blades.

Then Song Qingshu looked at the sword intent of Ling Yu from his palm while smiling to Chen Kun.

"Do you want to know which sword it is?"

Song Qingshu put his hand knife in front of Chen Kunling and said jokingly.

Chen Kunling nodded his eyes again, indicating that he wanted to know what this sword was.

Song Qingshu waved his palm to Chen Kunling slightly.

The whitish blade wind slashed directly at Chen Kunling.

There was a soft buzz.

Chen Kunling's brain was like a mature coconut being cut open by an extremely sharp blade.

puff!

First, blood shot out from Chen Kunling's brain like a fountain.

Then there was a flow of brains...

Song Qingshu crushed the brain and head with one foot, and sneered:

"Do you want to know? Then I will say?"

"Chen Kunling, I will let you be a fool today."

"With endless resentment, go to the underworld and think about it."

Song Qingshu stepped over Chen Kunling's head and turned to look at the ancient Bodhi tree with a big hole in it.

Exclaimed.

Having said that, Chen Kunling was also the first Nianli Master Song Qingshu had ever met.

It was also Song Qingshu's first Nian Lishi to kill.

So the representative means extraordinary.

Song Qingshu and Nianlishi did not fight much.

Therefore, the previous attack of Bodhi leaves, transformed into petals in the sky, could cause such an attack on Song Qingshu.

But who is Song Qingshu?

Although he has just fallen into an extremely dangerous life and death situation.

But Song Qingshu relied on his profound cultivation strength beyond imagination, and after he spent a moment of loss and backwardness, Song Qingshu mastered all the situation.

From that moment on.

Chen Kunling, who majored in Willpower Attack, had no advantage at all.

It was supposed to be the great master of the nightmare of other monks.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, it was just a trivial stepping stone to improve his cultivation.

So after Song Qingshu sighed what was happening to this opponent, he was no longer willing to remember Chen Kunling's name.

Maybe three years, maybe three months, or three weeks, three days.

The name Chen Kunling will be completely eliminated from Song Qingshu's mind, there will be no traces of wind, no sound of rain.

The loser does not need to be remembered by this world.

Song Qingshu thought so.

The unowned Bodhi tree in the distance let out a scream.

Song Qingshu turned his eyes and looked around.

I found that a human face had been generated at two places below the tree hole I had poked.