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Song Qingshu and that strange face only looked at each other for a moment!

The sound of breaking wind came from the air very quickly.

Puff puff!

Several wicker branches and leaves grew on the linden tree, stabbing the Song Qingshu like lightning.

Song Qingshu looked at the abrupt wickers, his right leg was slightly bent, and his left foot was tight.

Then Song Qingshu turned around fiercely, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook into a beautiful sword flower.

When Song Qingshu turned around.

There are clouds and thunder around Song Qingshu's side and feet.

The abrupt Bodhi branches pierced into the sword flowers of Song Qingshu.

The purple blood soft sword no longer trembled into a flower.

Then the bodhi branches pierced the clouds and mist.

It seems to have pierced into a fairyland, and there is poetic and picturesque in the clouds.

Immediately, the thunder arc that the Bodhi branch pierced Song Qingshu shuddered.

Just like a thundercloud pierced into the sky, thunderclouds sounded.

Although a sword blocked a thorn.

Song Qingshu escaped a stabbing step by step.

But so embarrassed.

It has never been Song Qingshu's aesthetic style.

So Song Qingshu put down the purple blood soft sword and waved his hand knife.

There was no wind breaking under Song Qingshu's hand knife.

Not to mention the majestic world, the sword spirit that sweeps across the army.

Some of them were just a light wave that was so dull and almost unremarkable.

With this wave.

The ancient bodhi leaves in the sky still tremble slightly, and the rain of flowers dances gently.

Those fierce ones were as quick as thunder.

The shot was as decisive and sharp as a dragon.

Such amazing and bloodthirsty trees and vines.

It was directly crushed by Song Qingshu's sword.

What smashed with the vines were the strange eyes on the face of the Bodhi tree and the unspeakable emotions in its eyes.

The face on the Bodhi tree could no longer make a sound.

Because there was an extremely powerful and deep sword mark on its entire face.

The sword mark starts from the place where the blue silk is, and extends downwards obliquely.

So the linden tree could no longer make any noise.

It can only silently endure Song Qingshu's blow and blow.

Deep in the eyes of the weird face on the Bodhi tree.

The original disdain was replaced by a frightened expression...

Song Qingshu still chuckled.

Chapter 368

The flowers and leaves flying all over the sky gradually withered at this time, even if they hit Song Qingshu's face, they were as soft as nothing.

The breeze came slowly.

The grimace on the linden tree cracked deeper in the wind.

Suddenly, it was already full of holes.

The tree shavings all over the ground are the shedding and shattering of the brows, nose and lips on this grimace.

It seems.

It was as if in this short instant, Grimace had already endured 10,000 years of wind and rain.

Song Qingshu looked at the cracked linden tree and was unhappy.

So Song Qingshu sucked his palm into the wind, held the purple blood soft sword in his hand again, and chopped it off.

The linden tree is as tough as steel.

But with Song Qingshu's understatement.

The linden tree collapsed suddenly, shaking the sky with smoke and several inches of dead leaves.

The smoke filled Song Qingshu's eyes.

It's no different like the rain in the sky just now.

Song Qingshu slowly closed his eyes in the smoke.

Then things in the world of consciousness pass away.

As the saying goes, one thought for thousands of years, one thought for thousands of miles.

The decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling in the world of consciousness has been going on for a long time.

But on the real battlefield.

That is on the broad mountain plateau.

Time has just passed for a very short moment.

In this moment.

Ling Xun, who pierced Song Qingshu's back, had just entered a distance of three inches.

The flying sword that is about to dance in the sky just soars from their master.

A person with heavy gray armor was leaping towards Song Qingshu with a giant sword, but no one arrived.

After this moment.

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword cut through Chen Kunling's head, chest, and thighs.

Diagonally downward.

One sword cut Chen Kunling in half.

So the blood hit Song Qing Shuyi, and there was a breeze that made Song Qing Shu happy.

Seeing Chen Kunling's extremely miserable knife, Song Qingshu couldn't help but chuckle.

Chen Kunling's broken body fell to the ground with a soft noise.

Then the one who led Chen Kunling down was the forty-nine-life Golden Core monk behind him.

The battle of consciousness between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling directly squandered all the cultivation and spiritual power of these 49 mind masters.

So although they never had a wound on their bodies.

But he still died so hard that he couldn't die again, and fell down very poorly.

"Yeah!"

Someone roared when he saw this scene, and immediately urged the intensity and speed of his shot more desperately.

So the sword behind Song Qingshu became sharper and faster.

Silence is like lightning and thunder.

Song Qingshu frowned when he felt a sword behind him.

Immediately, Song Qingshu seemed to be extremely casual, holding the sword and slashing behind him.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword carries the power of mountains and seas, uses the Dao of Kun, and uses the sword of righteousness.

Each of the three is one time.

This purple blood soft sword became even more lingering and cold.

There was a loud clang.

Mars exploded at the edge of the purple blood soft sword.

After a violent sound, the sword was directly shattered into countless pieces of iron slag.

No longer the bravery and strong before.

The person who draws the sword is connected to the sword heart.

At this time the sword was smashed, he directly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a coma.

This is what happened in an instant.

A moment later, the endless flying swords in the Black Steel Army, like raindrops, came facing the back, front, and face of Song Qingshu.

It only takes one face-to-face time.

Song Qingshu will be stabbed into a honeycomb.

In fact, Song Qingshu's body is now comparable to Yuanying's four-fold or even Yuanying's five-fold powerhouse.

Much tougher than steel.

But the flying swords that came all over the sky, each of the weakest swords was also the shot of the Golden Core Eighth Layer.

Any sword can open mountains and break rivers.

But now that so many swords are coming at the same time, no matter how strong Song Qingshu is, it is difficult to parry at the same time.

But the difficulty of parrying does not mean that Song Qingshu is unable to parry.

So Song Qingshu placed the purple blood soft sword in front of him, planning to cut out the Cuilan Chaos.

Plan to carry these flying swords with Taotao sword power.

Although Song Qingshu will definitely get hurt by doing this, it seems to be Song Qingshu's best method today.

Just before Song Qingshu was about to swing his sword and dance, he suddenly thought of a utensil in his storage bag.

So he laughed and scolded himself:

"I'm such an idiot."

Countless flying swords lifted the sky with the sound of breaking wind, as if to stab the sky to pieces.

When the flying sword reached the highest point in the air, the purple blood gradually dispersed, and then fell sharply.

The stern sound of breaking the wind became more and more acute and more terrifying, and finally the flying sword group turned into a downpour of summer rain.

Sullenly facing Song Qingshu, he slammed down.

Song Qingshu didn't dance with a sword, he just stood there, seeming to be welcoming Xia Yu's baptism.

But if you look closely.

You can find that Song Qingshu's left hand is not nothing.

It was a rather funny-looking ragged copper basin, which was gently held in his hand by Song Qingshu.

This thing is a cornucopia.

Evil things.

Song Qing didn't want to use it, but another effect of the cornucopia made Song Qingshu feel that it was a divine tool.

That is the guardian.

"Pen listen to my order, protect!"