Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 290
The golden sand fell from the sky and came to Song Qingshu.
Then after a few hissing sounds came, the sky of golden sand disappeared instantly.
The light and heat among the golden sands disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.
That thin film is like a lake, a hot lake where a volcano will erupt.
It was like a sea, the Atami before the freezing of the extreme north.
And that golden dragon's breath was like a cold ice block, instantly melted by Song Qingshu without a trace.
After Song Qingshu melted countless grains of sand, he went to the sky step by step!
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The strength of the golden dragon was suppressed by the world law established by Song Qingshu.
Therefore, no matter how strong its body is, it will not be able to break through the sixth stage of Yuan Ying.
However, Song Qingshu had already killed Mo Xiejia, who was also in the sixth stage of Yuan Ying.
So Song Qingshu is extremely confident that he can slash the golden dragon under the sword.
At this time, the film before Song Qing's writing is the Kunyi breath that Song Qingshu has compressed to the extreme.
All the Jinhui Dragon Breath that struck Song Qingshu, this invisible force of Kun deconstructed the world's smallest particles.
Finally, it melted in this world and purified into dust and foam flying all over the sky.
The picture in this scene looks very simple, so it looks very strange.
Dragon Breath is clear and pure enough.
There should be no more clarifying and pure things in this world.
But it was such a simple and powerful dragon's breath that was purified by Song Qingshu, so this scene was very strange.
Long breath was in vain and was even directly purified by Song Qingshu.
Watching this scene of Golden Dragon, his eyes suddenly revealed extremely complex emotions.
There is anger, confusion, and sorrow.
The dragon's body suddenly tightened, and this time it was no longer a long and majestic dragon roar, but a violent and angry dragon roar in its mouth.
After Long Xiaosheng stopped slightly.
The golden dragon that occupies the entire sky slightly lowered its head to look at Song Qingshu, and said incomprehensibly: "How did you do it?"
Song Qingshu had already ascended to the sky as high as the head of a golden dragon.
He was no longer looking up at Jinlong, so Song Qingshu's face became less serious.
Song Qing wrote with a smile, and looked at Jin Long's calm golden lake-like eyes: "Because I am strong enough."
Jin Long was silent when he heard the words. After a little silence, Jin Long roared again before Song Qing wrote.
"Roar!"
The huge golden dragon opened the dragon's mouth which was a hundred feet wide, and directly bit at Song Qingshu.
At this time, Song Qingshu's blood cloak was floating in the wind.
He left the ground with his feet, so he couldn't take advantage of Kun's artistic conception, which he is best at.
But Song Qingshu didn't have a trace of fear or panic.
Because he still holds a sword in his hand.
At this time, the blade of the Zixue Soft Sword had already cut the volume, and countless cracks were also revealed on the sword.
The silk thread entwined at the hilt was also bald.
Therefore, the purple blood soft sword at this time looked very shabby and ugly.
But even so.
Song Qingshu never feared or flustered, because he was pinning all his energy on this broken sword.
The mouth of the hundred-foot-wide blood basin dragon spit out infinite light and flames.
The light and flame instantly wrapped Song Qingshu's whole body, tightly besieging him.
So Song Qingshu was like standing in the fire at this time.
Song Qingshu's blood-colored robe was whizzed by the wind, reflecting the endless light in the dragon's mouth.
Song Qingshu's eyes were slightly cold, and the hot light and flames became cold.
Countless lights and fires, after being frozen by Song Qingshu's eyes, were blown by the cold wind, they were all broken into countless pieces of gold and scattered in the sky.
"The battle of ascending to the sky, Master Li, how many years ago did this level of battle happen in this world?"
Tang Xun collapsed on the ground, looking up at the fabulous decisive battle in the sky, smiling bitterly at Li Zhan who was lying on the side.
Li Zhan also looked up at the sky, meditating for a long time and then said:
"I'm afraid it should be hundreds of years ago."
"At that time, the rules of the great avenues of this world were still in disorder, and the strong Nascent Souls emerged in endlessly..."
"The world today is too weak."
Tang Xun nodded and smiled helplessly.
Previously, as a member of this world, he still wanted to fight for glory in this world, but it was a pity that he was too weak.
"How long will it last?"
Seeing the dragon mouth who was about to fall over Song Qingshu's side, Li Zhan asked Tang Xun.
Tang Xun thought briefly:
"This must be a hard fight!"
"Not to mention ten days and a half months, at least it will take three days and three nights to resolve."
"You see that the dragon is so big, and the sword of Fellow Song Daoist is so short, how long does it take to cut it inch by inch?"
Li Zhan nodded when he heard this, he also thought that Song Qingshu's battle would be a tough battle.
However, what they two never thought was that this battle was completely different from what they had imagined.
This battle started in Long Xiao and started very quickly, and finally Song Qingshu's Jianfeng ended very quickly, very simple.
The blood-colored robe was dancing with the wind, and Song Qingshu's figure kept swaying in the wind.
He stood on the blue sky, watching the oncoming golden dragon.
After a joking smile, Song Qingshu casually swung out the somewhat worn purple blood soft sword in his hand.
boom!
There was a roar of the air being cut by sword energy.
The purple blood soft sword, which was less than one foot long, chopped out hundreds of feet of sword energy.
The tangible white sword aura with a vague and invisible murderous aura slashed at Jin Long Senran.
Wow!
The golden dragon flew sideways in the air, and the sword energy chopped off the scales of the golden dragon's half body, and there was a metal violent sound.
Countless sparks bloom on the scales of the golden dragon, like fireworks blooming all over the sky.
Then Song Qingshu's sword qi slashed towards Jinlong's right paw, cutting it down.
puff!
With Jinlong's right paw cut off by Song Qingshu.
Countless golden blood sprayed out on the right paw of the golden dragon like a waterfall.
Jinlong roared angrily and kept rolling in the air.
Song Qingshu went up in the wind, went straight into the brightest place, and stood on top of the golden dragon that kept turning.
The golden dragon roared furiously, and its tail flicked desperately in the wind.
No matter how the Golden Dragon rolled, Song Qingshu still stood on its head, the blood-colored robe hunting in the high-altitude wind.
After the golden dragon roared, he turned his head to bite, Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, and the sword fell sharply at the golden dragon's neck.
The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was not long, only half a foot long.
But between swinging the sword, the purple blood soft sword attached a hundred-zhang-long killing intent.
So when the sword pierced into the neck of the golden dragon, the piercing was so deep for a moment.
Golden Dragon roared in the wind, struggling desperately.
Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword wandered between the dragon's neck, and the dragon scales were peeled off by it.
The Golden Dragon became more and more painful, so it struggled more and more intensely.
It flies and rolls swiftly in the high altitude, with clouds growing around its body, and electricity growing from the clouds, but no matter how hard it struggles, it cannot break away from Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.
"Go to hell!"
Song Qingshu roared, the blue veins on his right arm violently, and then the purple blood soft sword circled the dragon neck for a whole circle.
As a result, Jinlong's body suddenly separated, and golden blood was falling in the wind.
After screaming, the golden dragon collapsed like a river of golden sand, being blown by the wind in the sky, and never scattered for a long time.
Song Qingshu's bloody clothes fluttered in the golden sand river, like a remnant cloud, like Shura.
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The golden sand scattered in the sky kept dancing and trembling with the wind, like a heavy golden cloud in the sky.
No matter how Song Qingshu swung his sword, this golden cloud of heavy mist had never been driven away.
"Humph!"
Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, and then directly waved the cuffs of his hands, and the blood-colored robe rose up against the wind.
There was a bang.
Song Qingshu's left sleeve directly swung the golden dragon's body into the higher clouds of the sky.
The golden sands that Jinlong had been disintegrating, danced wildly in that night and then exploded continuously.
"too weak."
Song Qingshu looked at the golden dragon turning into a cloud, shook his head, and opened his lips playfully.
Song Qingshu was standing far away from the world at this time, so this ridicule of his has never been heard.
If anyone could hear Song Qingshu's words at this time, he would definitely be shocked by his current words.
The golden dragon represents the strongest force the world can withstand, even surpassing Moyejia.
But this is the existence.
But it was still beheaded by Song Qingshu.
Such a picture is scary enough.
But Song Qingshu still felt that the golden dragon was too weak.
This can only show that today's Song Qingshu is really abnormal enough.
Ascending to the sky and slaying the dragon, the dragon head turned into a cloud, and the dragon body became golden sand scattered in the sky.
Song Qingshu looked around and felt that he was invincible, and suddenly felt a little boring.
"Only on the top of the sky, there is no enemy."
"Lonely, is that so?"