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There was another dull boom.

The Buddha's quatrains that were killed against Song Qingshu were directly shattered into the sky's fragmented fluorescence.

One shot missed.

Zhangliu Jinshen was never disappointed, but raised the green bamboo in his hand and called Song Qingshu again.

"Hey!"

The sound of breaking through the air came, and a bright green light flew.

"Hell Terrace!"

Song Qingshu sneered, and also controlled the Hell Terrace to blast towards Qingzhu.

The sparkling green light in the air hit the pitch-black hell platform.

As a result, a dazzling spark exploded between the two, and there was a blast that was more harsh than the sky thunder.

"It's just a person of Yuan Ying triple layer, do you think that you can really cross the gap of cultivation level and fight with me?"

Zhang Liujin glared at Song Qingshu, smiled coldly, and sarcastically said while waving the green bamboo in his hand.

"In the face of real strength, realm or something is just vain."

"Although the broken bamboo in your hand is interesting, I will show you what is more interesting!"

Following Song Qingshu's words came out.

There was a burst of black smoke on the platform of hell.

A glutton from hell flew out of the black smoke.

Taotie is powerful and ferocious, swallowing everything, and flies towards Zhang Liujin.

Zhangliu's golden body was very shocking, and the hell platform was as heavy as a mountain. He had never thought that the hell platform could have such a magical effect.

However, Zhangliu Jinshen is also a peerless master of Yuan Ying Bazhong after all, and naturally it is impossible to lose combat effectiveness while panicking.

He raised the green bamboo in his hand and tapped it lightly towards the gluttonous food, the Tao continued to flow.

After some confrontation, the gluttonous brows formed in the Hell Terrace were finally hit with a "pop", causing it to roll and roar, and then it became invisible.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Liujin's body, who had resolved the crisis by understatement, and an extremely solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

The gluttony transformed in Hell Terrace is stronger than Mo Xie Jia.

However, Zhang Liujin's body only clicked to resolve the crisis.

From this point, it can be seen that Zhang Liu Jin's body is very strong, although his momentum is not powerful when he shot.

But every shot is a life-and-death killer, and it is uncomfortable because of the power of the heavens.

"Song Qingshu! Don't be arrogant. Although this world can't tolerate our joint action, it's okay to help!"

"Take the sword!"

Watching Zhangliu Jinshen retreat before Song Qing wrote.

The old man riding the bull couldn't bear it, so he said a few words slowly.

In the next moment, the fairy sword carried by the bull riding old man was automatically unsheathed.

If a bright sun explodes in the dark night, the brilliant light will render the entire sky, murderous!

"Chang!"

Song Qingshu raised his fist and threw it away, breaking the sharp sword against him.

There was a violent wind blowing by the lakeside of Samsara, lifting up Song Qingshu's clothes, the confidence and arrogance on his face were undoubtedly revealed in the wind.

Chapter 437

Because of the lack of heaven.

So the world in which Song Qingshu is standing can only allow ascetics to raise the realm to the sixth level of Yuan Ying.

If there is someone with a higher cultivation base than Yuan Ying's sixth-fold, come into this world.

Then the world will tremble and then almost collapse.

The destruction of a world will bring countless disasters and terrible consequences faintly.

So no matter who it is, even the emperor in the Heavenly Emperor chat group will not easily destroy a world.

Dao rules restrict the development of ascetics, which is naturally not a good thing.

But the reason why Song Qingshu was able to remain confident under the siege of Yuhua Tianmen, and talked and laughed happily.

But it happened to be fortunate for this incomplete way of heaven.

If it weren't for the incompleteness of heaven.

So Song Qingshu now faces more than one golden body.

Old man riding a bull.

Mingfa Taoist.

Chanting gods.

Plus the six golden body.

These four people are terrifying incomparably strong Yuan Ying.

One is fine.

If four shots were made at the same time, Song Qingshu said nothing would challenge the enemy.

Because they are too strong, at least the current Song Qingshu can't beat them.

but.

Although the heavens of this world have begun to tremble slightly.

The old man riding the bull couldn't help but attack Song Qingshu.

Especially when he saw his best friend Zhang Liujin body retreating steadily in Song Qing's hands.

The old man riding the bull desperately blasted his sword against the incomplete Heavenly Dao.

So the world began to tremble slightly, about to collapse.

There was a soft sound.

The blue sky above the sky is like a piece of broken porcelain, full of cracks.

The old man riding the bull felt the trembling of the world and hurriedly curbed his sword.

However, he failed to take back that sharp sword.

So a sword that looks extremely strong is actually not too strong.

At least under Song Qingshu's punch, it broke directly into five knots.

"The way of heaven is not complete, otherwise my sword will kill you!"

The old man riding a bull was looking at Song Qingshu in the purple air, and sighed in disappointment and disappointment.

Song Qingshu said nothing, and then flew towards Zhang Liujin's body, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and jokingly said: "Yuhua Tianmen, just a waste like you?"

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword has become a broken sword.

So now he didn't draw his sword, but directly waved his palm, patted Zhang Liujin's body indefinitely.

boom!

The huge bronze palm with a width of one hundred feet faintly appeared behind Song Qingshu.

Following the movement of Song Qingshu's palm, the giant bronze palm also slapped the six-foot golden body fiercely, like a scene of extinction.

Facing Song Qingshushe's forgotten palm.

Even the small and famous Zhang Liujin body in Yuhua Tianmen began to tremble.

Although he does not want to believe it.

But he really had to admit that he was still scared facing Song Qingshu's palm.

"Hugh is crazy!"

Zhangliu's golden body roared and raised his palm with all his strength, with his big golden hand against Song Qingshu's giant bronze palm.

Boom!

The collision between the two made a world-shaking sound.

When Zhang Liu Jin's body waved his golden palm, the void was shattered, and the law was pervasive and extremely powerful, as if there were endless stars coming and going.

When Song Qingshu shook his bronze palm, the streamer was shattered, and the avenues were scattered and terrifying. There were barren mountains and green seas in Song Qingshu's palm.

Therefore, the collision between the two can be recorded in the history of this world.

It's a pity that the two most powerful monks in the world, Tang Xun and Li Zhan, didn't know where they flew.

So this battle is destined to be nameless.

Although nameless, it is also wonderful.

The two exchanged hands for just a moment, and then hundreds of hands broke out between the two.

So on the shore of the Samsara Lake, like a thunderstorm, muffled noises one after another, very lively.

There were a lot of dents on Zhang Liu Jin's body in an instant, it was Song Qingshu's masterpiece of boxing.

Song Qingshu's hair was a little messy and loose, but his eyes were unsteady.

By the time Song Qingshu and Zhangliu Jinshen had a terrifying battle with each other.

It is quite difficult for anyone to kill anyone.

Especially Song Qingshu, in addition to the strength that is extremely unmatched with the realm of cultivation, there are various methods.

If Zhangliu Jinshen really wanted to kill Song Qingshu without paying any price, it would be a foolish dream.

"Go to hell!"

The thunder light under Song Qingshu's feet was brilliant, and Lei Ling Fengshen's legs were moved to the extreme.

Then Song Qingshu's body came to Zhang Liujin's body like a ghost, raised his fist and punched it down, and roared.

Zhang Liujin raised his scarlet gold arms and crossed his chest, trying to forcefully resist Song Qingshu's fist with the power of his flesh.

However, compared to the power of the flesh.

When did Song Qingshu fear anyone?

There was a loud bang.

The space where Zhang Liujin's body was located was directly hit and shattered.

There was a crisp sound.

The arms of Zhang Liujin's body were directly broken into two sections, and scarlet blood dripped all over his face and body.

Zhang Liujin body cried out in pain, then flew upside down, looking very miserable.

"Haha, so your blood is also red? I thought it would be golden."

Song Qingshu stepped on the broken arm of Zhang Liujin's body and said provocatively.

Hear the words.

The look on Zhang Liujin's face became as terrible as Shura, and hideous like a ghost.

"You forced me!"

Zhangliu's golden body roared, and then whispered in a low voice the mantra of Buddhism and Taoism. Suddenly, golden light flourished in the void.

The space shattered by Song Qing's fist was reorganized.

Zhang Liujin sat cross-legged on the ground, and his broken arms grew out instantly, as if a thousand calamities were not bad.

Against the background of the mantra of Buddhism, the dazzling sacred brilliance of Zhangliujin's body became more prosperous.