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He suddenly thought of his palms together into a sword, the moment the sword penetrated Xiahou's abdomen.

The scene replayed quickly before his eyes.

His palm seemed to be inserted into Xiahou Li's body countless times and then pulled out.

Immediately this scene turned into an extremely slow countless superimposed pictures.

Every time this scene is superimposed, a bit of color is added.

Countless layers of pictures are superimposed and this scene becomes extremely vivid.

Song Qingshu has no abnormal thoughts or desires.

He didn't want to watch Xiahou Li die so many times.

He just wanted to see his sword that surpassed speed.

After a long time.

He saw it clearly.

That sword seemed plain and unremarkable, and it was extremely concise.

The sword soul of that sword is composed of clouds and mist, and it is extremely light.

Its sword front is composed of the Great Desolate Turning Mountain, and it is as heavy as the Kunlun Mountain.

Its sword body is composed of Cuilan Chaohaijue, soft, messy and disorderly.

With a simple sword, the artistic conception of the word "kun" has been understood thoroughly.

A simple sword can reach the pinnacle of the world.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu raised his right hand and raised the purple blood soft sword in his right hand.

The purple blood soft sword summoned Kun Yi in front of Mo Yejia.

The breath of the vast expanse of the earth suddenly became uneasy.

The distant sea is slightly turbulent.

The mountains are slightly barren.

The clouds rose into the sky, seemingly to be missing.

For a time, the vitality of the heaven and earth where Song Qingshu was located was like a big river bursting with floods.

And Song Qingshu's body was like a feather, floating on the surface of the water, instantly drifting to several tens of feet away.

He came to Mo Yejia's side, lightly.

Clouds rose on Li Zhan's body, Mo Xie Jiahu's palm loosened, as if pinching a floating cloud.

Song Qingshu raised his sleeves and waved the wind, and Li Zhan was blown away a few meters away.

So Song Qingshu and Mo Yejia had nothing to stop him.

Song Qingshu coldly looked at Mo Xiejia in front of him, swinging his sword like lightning.

Then Song Qingshu floated back and swept dozens of feet across the water.

Until it fell on the original ground.

Mo Xiejia frowned slightly when he looked at Li Zhan who was thrown away a few meters away.

He had no idea what happened.

He just felt a flower in front of him, and then Li Zhan was blown away by the wind.

Mo Yejia didn't know that there was a blood line between her neck.

Then he looked at Song Qingshu beside him, planning to ask him or insult him.

But he couldn't speak anymore.

He turned his head down because of a very simple head-turning motion.

His head was separated from his body, and his head fell to the ground like a stone.

Blood spattered on his neck, and the blood splashed several feet high.

"Song Qingshu... you... must not die."

Mo Yejia's head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in it.

He just stared at Song Qingshu next to him, and said with difficulty.

Song Qingshu made another cut.

boom!

A white blade wind appeared in the sky and directly cut Mo Yejia's body still standing in place into blood foam.

Snapped.

The scroll that had been held tightly by Mo Xiejia fell down, and Song Qingshu's blade wind had never torn it into pieces.

Mo Yejia looked at the scroll not far from his head, and something called hope reappeared in his desperate expression.

"I want to live! I can't die yet!"

Mo Xiejia used these words in his mind to motivate himself, while using his remaining vitality to constantly call out the scroll in front of him.

So the words on the paper book shone again.

A very vivid vitality radiated from the scroll.

Mo Yejia's head was stained with the vitality of the world.

The pale expression was swept away in an instant, and his face was rosy, like a new life.

"Want to resurrect with the artifact again?"

"Do you think I will really give you this opportunity?"

Just before Mo Yejia's head was about to break through the air.

Song Qingshu's whispers sounded in his ears.

An extremely sharp breaking wind sounded from the horizon.

boom!

The hell platform of Zhongruo Hill hit Moyejia's head like a meteor, splashing hundreds of feet of earth waves.

Mo Yejia's head shattered into dregs and died completely.

"Ding, hell platform has collected a six-fold Nascent Soul undead and gained 124541 resuscitation experience points."

"Ding, the hell station consumes recovery experience points to upgrade, and the hell station is now level 16."

Song Qingshu listened to the system prompts in his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight smile.

At this point, the invincible Black Feather Evil Sect was completely wiped out and no longer exists.

Mo Yejia's reputation as the world's number one powerhouse has also become the nourishment of the platform of hell.

It became an inconspicuous stepping stone before Song Qingshu Great World Invincible.

Song Qingshu looked at the scroll that Mo Xiejia was holding in front of the platform of hell, and his heart waved slightly.

So Song Qingshu showed his palm and sucked the scroll into his hand.

"System, turn on and scan to see what it is."

Song Qingshu looked at the shabby cover of the book in his hand, and asked with interest.

Brush it!

Don’t wait for Song Qingshu to scan this book.

There is an unremarkable font on the cover, leaving the void and going straight into the nine clouds...

Chapter 414

"Want to run? No way!"

Song Qingshu looked at the font that went away quietly, let out an anger, then raised his hand and grabbed it to the sky.

"The Great Desolate Prisoner Heaven Palm!"

Song Qingshu's heart moved slightly, so there was a pair of huge and vicissitudes of palms in the sky.

puff!

There was a sound of crushing air in the air.

Then there was a billowing air wave coming from above the sky, facing the place where Song Qingshu was standing.

The Great Desolate Prisoner Tianzhang is no longer powerful among the martial arts that Song Qingshu has mastered.

But it is the broadest control skill Song Qingshu possesses.

In front of the Great Desolate Prisoner Tianzhang, even a flood dragon could not escape.

Of course, Song Qingshu wouldn't put it in his eyes and heart for a small character that started with the wind.

Song Qingshu was surprised.

Just before the Great Desolate Prisoner's Heaven Palm was about to cover the small golden lettering.

The small golden characters actually tore through the cracks in the space, and the figure escaped, so it was no longer to be found.

boom!

The Great Desolate Prisoner held the empty palm in the void, and there was a sound of breaking wind.

Song Qingshu scattered away from the Heavenly Palm of the Great Desolate Prisoner that covered the sky, and his face gradually became serious when he looked up at the sky.

Mo Xiejia is dead, and Song Qingshu has become the strongest existence in this world.

And the desolate prisoner Tianzhang just now.

Song Qingshu also tainted it with a little grand atmosphere, and its power was more ordinary.

But it was a palm like this, but it still made the small golden print escape, and it was hard to find it.

This reality still made Song Qingshu's brows heavier.

At this time, the sky is clear and clear, and occasionally there are clouds covering a ray of sky, casting a trace of shade on the world.

"Friend Song, what are you looking at?"

"Villa Li is seriously injured, we can't just sit back and watch like this anymore."

"I have already used a few silver needles for the Lord Li, but I still can't stop the blood from flowing. Come and take a look."

Tang Xun looked at Song Qingshu holding a torn book and looking up at the sky.

Immediately, Tang Xun looked at Li Zhan who was in a coma and didn't know his life or death, and asked eagerly.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu still looked at the sky, his expression never changed.

Then Song Qingshu raised his fingers, and a very lofty breath lingered between his fingers.

Whoops.

Song Qingshu shot a clear light between his fingers.

Qingguang hit Tang Xun's body.

In a blink of an eye, the big hole smashed in Li Zhan's right arm was instantly healed by the clear light between Song Qingshu's fingers.

So Li Zhan no longer bleeds over his shoulders.

The muscles and blood vessels at the fractured shoulder of Li Zhan began to move.

A fresh breath of life enveloped Li Zhan's wounds.

"Person Li is ashamed of Song Daoyou."

"Unexpectedly, Mo Xiejia could be so powerful, breaking the sword with one sword, and breaking the arm with one..."