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Song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword behind him, and murmured with a wry smile.

After speaking, Song Qingshu turned around and wanted to return to the world.

But it is not waiting for Song Qingshu to fly to the world.

The golden scattered sand scattered on the sky was continuously condensed together, and flew towards the golden giant gate hanging in the sky.

"cough!"

An extremely old cough came from the golden giant gate, and Song Qingshu was shocked with goose bumps on her body.

"Who!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu turned around, leaned his right hand towards the hilt of the purple blood soft sword behind, looked at the golden giant gate indifferently, and said sharply.

"The scholar who was killed by you is his master, cough cough, the previous giant eyes and golden dragon are my extra-legal incarnation."

After listening to Song Qingshu's scolding, this low chant came from the golden giant gate.

Song Qingshu said disinterestedly.

Then his right arm and left arm were embraced together, and his lips opened blankly: "Is it my shit?"

The existence in the golden dragon seemed to have never thought that Song Qingshu's answer would be so rude.

So after Song Qingshu choked out this sentence, the existence in the golden giant gate was slightly silent for a moment.

After a long time.

A pair of golden giant hands in battle armor protruded from the golden giant gate and caught Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his right hand like lightning, grasped the hilt of the Purple Blood Soft Sword, and slashed it out like a thunder at the golden giant hand.

clang!

When the sword energy generated by the purple blood soft sword hit the golden giant hand, there was a fierce metal violent sound.

Then the golden giant hand was directly smashed by this sword.

Snapped!

There was a slight cracking sound.

The tortoise-cracked body of the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was directly folded into two sections.

However, Song Qingshu did not have time to feel distressed.

Because with the crushing of the golden giant hand, a strong hurricane roared between the earth and the world.

Countless black soil and emerald green grass clippings were swept up by this gust of wind.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, covering the sky.

Covering the vision of others, the sky at this time is even darker than the night.

"Your sword is broken, mine is still there."

An extremely old voice came from the golden gate.

Then a thin figure flew out of the golden giant gate.

The thin figure exudes a bright golden light.

In the light, Song Qingshu couldn't see how this person looked.

But the only thing Song Qingshu can be sure of is that this figure is very strong.

At least stronger than Jinlong, stronger than Moyejia.

Because when this figure walked out of the golden giant gate.

The golden giant door seemed to be unable to let him pass, so the golden giant door shuddered.

But when this figure finally appeared, the golden giant gate shattered and disappeared into the sky.

With this figure stable and above the sky.

This space began to shake and uneasy, and the earth far away from this place began to shake.

"where are you from?"

Song Qingshu looked at the golden figure, frowned and said with open lips.

"A world far, far away."

"This is my primordial spirit coming out of my body. I came here through the unpredictable realm across the stars."

The golden figure raised her head slightly, looked at the bright sky, and said with a smile.

"If the original spirit falls, the true body will die too?"

Song Qingshu held the broken sword, pointed at the golden figure, and said with a smile.

The golden figure nodded, and then shook his head:

"The fall of the original spirit will indeed kill people."

"But with the help of Burning Yuanshen, I broke through the incomplete Heavenly Dao limit in this world. Now I am the Seventh Layer of Yuan Ying."

"Song Qingshu, how can you kill me?"

Stop talking.

The thin golden figure soared in the wind.

In a short time, he turned into a golden god standing up in the sky.

The golden god will wear a glazed golden armor condensed from heaven and earth vitality.

The light of the sky was reflected on the armor, so it was shining like a flame on it.

The golden general was extremely tall, and when he was standing in the sky, half of the sky was covered by his figure.

In contrast, the golden dragon that had just circled the sky was like a thin snake.

His face was extremely perfect, and there was still a grace in his anger.

Even if Song Qingshu hated the god general in front of him, he still couldn't find any ideas to complain about his appearance.

The only flaw in the beauty is that the expression of the golden general is too cold and ruthless.

Although golden brilliance and flames are exuding in his eyes, it gives people an illusion of extremely coldness.

It's like a piece of solid ice that hasn't been thawed for billions of years.

It stood ruthlessly and unconsciously on the sky and looked down on the world, and the place where it touched its eyes turned into nothingness.

When it looked at Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu suddenly felt annoyed.

"If you look so good, don't you still have to die?"

Song Qingshu roared and flew away towards the golden god.

The golden god will be indifferent, and he stretched out his hand and murmured a few words towards the sky.

So when I didn't know when, a golden light sword with a length of more than ten miles and a width of several tens of meters appeared in the hands of the god general and cut it down towards Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu was holding a broken sword, only a few feet long, but he went away heroically, never afraid of even a moment of light.

Chapter 419

The Golden Light Dao Sword, which is dozens of miles long, spreads endless glory in the sky.

When the golden heaven general raised the sword, the sky seemed to be pierced by the golden light sword.

Seeing such a sword coming on.

The broken purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand trembled slightly.

In Song Qingshu's hands, the Purple Blood Soft Sword has an ancient side, with a sharp side like thunder and a light side like water.

When it cut through the void, the sword was as hot as dawn, and the blade was orange and red.

Although it was broken now, the Purple Blood Soft Sword was still in Song Qingshu's hands for a moment.

Then it will be more proud for a moment.

So the purple blood soft sword at this time was humming slightly.

It expresses his impassionedness and the pride of being able to accompany Song Qingshu to face this sky-breaking lightsaber.

"Take me a sword!"

There was a solemn roar from the golden sky general's body, and then the lightsaber slashed at Song Qingshu.

boom!

A sword that was dozens of miles long cut through the sky in the sky, and a muffled sound like winter thunder came.

The golden sword of light shined brightly above the sky, so the light and shadow above the sky were suddenly particularly obvious and abrupt.

Amidst the extremely bright light and bleak black, there is a bright red remnant cloud dancing with the wind.

Song Qingshu stood in the wind, standing above the blue sky.

He looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and his hand holding the broken sword began to itch.

So Song Qingshu yelled violently, and raised his hand freely to swing out the sharp, light and water-like purple blood soft sword in his hand.

Then, between the extreme light radiating from the lightsaber and the fading darkness, a pale sword mark suddenly appeared.

That sword mark was as deep as a deep ditch, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and would permanently separate the light from the darkness.

The black world and the white world are suddenly distinct and bright.

The arc of thunder under Song Qingshu's feet gradually dissipated, and the figure fluttered like a remnant glow in the evening.

So in a blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu stood in the darkness divided by him, looking up at Guang Mingjiang.

"Song Qingshu, since you like the perpetual cold darkness, then I will give you a ride."

"The sinner who killed my disciple, go to death."

The sky will move his palm slightly.

So the lightsaber that was crossed by the heavenly general turned into a diagonal pick.

There was a puff of shattering sound in the air, and the lightsaber fell sharply towards Song Qingshu.

In fact, Song Qingshu chose to stand in the dark for a very simple reason. He just thought the light was too dazzling, so he chose to hide in the dark.

Sometimes people's choices may not be meaningful.

But as long as you choose, then your choice will be interesting.

Facing the full-strength sword of the seven-tier master of the Nascent Soul.

What Song Qingshu can do now is not how sharp his sword becomes.

If you let your shot speed be extraordinary.

He can only do to make his next sword more in line with the Dao and more interesting.

Thought of this.

Standing in the darkness, Song Qingshu raised his hand to interrupt the sword, and the blue veins in his hand violently rose like hemp rope.

He seemed to lift up a mountain range.

Song Qingshu's clothes no longer fluttered in the wind and fluttered uneasy.

He seemed to stand on the ground, far away from the wind layer.

Kun's artistic conception keeps lingering, circling, dancing, and howling in his golden core!

Finally, Kun's artistic conception penetrated into the golden core of Song Qingshu.

There was a soft snap.

The golden core of Song Qingshu cracked a crack, and a dark brown light shone from the crack.

At this moment, Song Qingshu felt like he had transformed into a vast land.