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There was not a trace of anxious appearance because Song Qingshu was in crisis now.

"Ding, the system prompts that it is scanning the hiding place of the person performing the formation. The scanning progress is 50%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is scanning the hiding place of the person performing the formation. The scanning progress is 60%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

Song Qingshu listened to the system's prompt, and for the first time felt that its efficiency was too slow.

"Song Qingshu! The life of Zhang Liujin's body, just use your head to pay it back!"

Just when Song Qingshu was avoiding Thunder.

There was a boom!

A silver dragon, which was about to become an afterimage, shattered into the void behind Song Qingshu.

"True dragon?"

Song Qingshu frowned slightly when he heard the loud dragon roar and turned to look behind him.

When Song Qingshu took a closer look.

Only then did he see that the silver dragon was not a real dragon, but a sharp sword with cold light.

An immortal sword shining with lingering cold light came from shattering the space while wafting the splendid radiance.

The old man riding the bull didn't know when he came behind Song Qingshu, and the shot was his strongest sword.

The old man riding a bull is the first disciple of the Yuhua Tianmen Divine Sword Sect, so the best thing in his life is to produce swords.

No one knows how old the bull riding old man has lived, but his diligence can be seen from the calluses on his hands.

This sword entrusted all the experience and sentiment of the old man riding the bull on kendo.

In other words, he never had any reservations about this sword...

Faced with the unreserved sword of the eight-fold strong Yuan Ying.

Even if he was as strong as Song Qingshu, he still didn't dare to ignore it.

Immediately, Song Qingshu fingered Cangyu and the earth.

The aura of Kunyi Avenue slowly condensed in his hand.

In the end, Song Qingshu suddenly joined his palms together, and the Dharma Seal was in the palm, and the two palms slowly merged, circulating the supreme Kunyi Dao breath.

A metal crackle of clang.

A spark exploded in Song Qingshu's palms.

Then the extremely powerful fairy sword of the old man riding the bull turned into mustard powder...

Sword broken.

The old man riding the bull suddenly understood how terrible the gap between him and Song Qingshu was.

He also began to understand why a man with such a powerful body as Zhangliu could not survive even a few rounds under Song Qingshu...

The more I think so.

The chest of the old man on the bull is heavier and annoyed.

...A puff.

The old man riding a bull slumped directly on the ground, his face extremely pale, and his chest was full of blood vomited by himself.

"Die!"

Song Qingshu broke the sword with a palm, still reluctant, waved his fist and shot at the old man riding the bull.

The huge palm with a width of one hundred feet is fluctuating behind Song Qingshu, and it may shatter the space at any time and then fall.

There was a flash of thunder in Song Qingshu's palm, and the robbery cloud fell.

This is the supreme palm technique Song Qing has realized from the thunder tribulation after several times of heavenly calamity.

"Lei Jiezhang!"

Song Qingshu let out a violent cry and waved his palm to shoot the old man riding the bull.

The space trembled under Song Qingshu's palm, as if it might split at any time.

Suddenly, at this critical moment, several flaming avenue chains rushed out of the void and rushed towards Song Qingshu's palm.

The Dao God Chain is very powerful.

Under the threat of the god chain, Song Qingshu had to give up the urge to slap the old man riding the bull to death.

With the supreme will, Lei Jiezhang's direction was changed forcibly, and he swung towards the chain of the Great Dao God.

With a snap.

A dazzling spark bloomed between Lei Jizhang and the Dao God Chain.

Both sides were shocked and then flew back.

However, the great chain of the gods was crystal clear and extremely soft, and after one touch, it whirled again, winding Song Qingshu.

If the chain is generally to tie him up.

Song Qingshu was not panicked, sitting cross-legged in the air, and began to meditate on the laws and regulations of Kunyi Avenue.

Under the background of Kunyi Taoism, Song Qingshu's whole body looks simple and sacred.

The golden flaming rushed from his body, beating like a golden flame of fire.

A crisp slap!

Song Qingshu directly broke free and shattered the chain of Dao Dharma.

The face of the Ming Dharma Taoist who used the Great Dharma Chain was pale and weakened.

So far, the first confrontation between Ming Dharma Taoist, old man riding a bull, chanting gods and Song Qingshu, came to an end with Song Qingshu's Xiaosheng.

Chapter 442

Song Qingshu looked around him.

He saw the old bull rider who collapsed on the ground, struggling and unable to get up.

He saw a pale, confused face of Mingfa Taoist.

He saw the chanting idol sitting on the ground, with disheveled hair, desperately absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth.

So far.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but shook his head, as if he was still unfinished, and as if he hated iron for not making steel, he said regretfully: "It seems that I overestimated the Yuhua Tianmen."

"You guys, run away. Even if you really kill you, I won't have even a sense of accomplishment."

Hearing the words, the Taoist of Mingfa roared, his body aura ups and downs: "Song Qingshu!"

After the roar, a round of Yin-Yang mirror appeared in the left hand of the Taoist Ming Fa, and his right hand held an extremely sharp sword of Yin and Yang: "Yuhuatianmen is definitely not an existence that you can insult, and the grass is the grass. It is impossible to turn over in this life! Die! !"

boom!

The yin-yang mirror on the left hand of the Taoist Mingfa radiated a dazzling light towards Song Qingshu.

In the light, there are two ups and downs of yin and yang, and avenue lines are engraved on it.

Song Qingshu was dazzled by the yin-yang mirror, only to feel dizzy and had to close his eyebrows.

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes again, his body seemed to sink deep in a mud puddle.

Can't move even one finger.

"Success!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu's movements were stopped by the Yin-Yang mirror, the Taoist Ming Fa raised the Yin-Yang sword upside down, and wanted to chop off Song Qingshu's head in one breath.

The yin and yang sword is a secret treasure of the Ten Thousand Fazong of Yuhua Tianmen.

Inscribed on the blade and the blade are countless laws of the Great Way, extremely sharp.

It can split the world with a single flick, and cut the mountain and cut the sea even more.

Following the Mingfa Taoist flew towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was more and more able to feel the aura of the Great Dao lingering on the Taoists of Ming Fa.

The two colors of black and white appeared in his eyes, brilliantly.

In the black and white pupils of this Ming Dharma Taoist.

Vaguely, there seemed to be the breath of chaos surging when the sky opened, as deep as the deep sea.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu's body was fixed by the Yin Yang mirror, unable to move.

But Song Qingshu still had a mouth left, so he roared at the Taoist Mingfa.

With the roar of Song Qingshu, the aura of the great road slammed to the side of the Taoist Mingfa.

Seeing that the character that was yelled at by Song Qingshu rushed to him like lightning.

The Taoist of Mingfa screamed, and stepped on the lotus step repeatedly, moving like light and thunder.

Because the movement speed of Mingfa Taoist is too fast, his figure almost turned into a pair of Yin and Yang Taoism.

The light and dark qi rose up, surging and uneasy.

The old man riding a bull who collapsed on the ground looked at the body of the Taoist Mingfa and couldn't help but admire: "The body is in harmony with the Tao. This speed is almost faster than the flash of thunder. It is rare in the world and amazing."

boom!

The character in Song Qingshu's mouth rubbed half of Mingfa Taoist's body.

There was a blast, splashing a cloud of blood, and the body of the Ming Fa Taoist was shattered by Song Qingshu's killing words.

"what!"

The Taoist of Mingfa screamed, wondering whether he hated Qingshu to the extreme or the pain to the extreme.

Now his left arm has been shattered into a part of the blood mist in the sky together with the Yin Yang mirror.

But it's okay.

Mingfa Taoist also holds the Yin and Yang sword on his right hand.

So the Ming Fa Taoist swung his sword violently at Song Qingshu, and the two breaths of Yin and Yang on the sword flew up, and the void collapsed.

"brush!"

There was a dazzling light on the blade, and the killing intent was permeated.

Facing the sword that carries the atmosphere of the great road.

Song Qingshu did not pull out the broken sword behind him, but directly out of the palm, so plain that he stood in front of the sword.

There was a loud clang.

A spark was splashed on Song Qingshu's palm, and a white line appeared in his palm under the spark.

In addition.

Song Qingshu's palm did not even shed a drop of blood from the tiger's mouth.

"This... this is impossible! How could you block my yin and yang sword with the palm of your flesh?"

"I don't believe it! Ahhhhh!"

The Taoist of Ming Fa looked at the white line at Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth, almost madly laughing and shouting.

While going crazy, Ming Fa Daoist pressed his whole body strength on the sword.

As a result, the atmosphere of the Great Dao on the Yin Yang Sword became more intense.

The yin and yang sword glowed all over, and light clusters emerged one after another.

That is the tens of thousands of patriarchal ancestors learned by Ming Fa Taoists are rising and falling, there are endless sacrificial sounds, and they are extremely solemn.

Song Qingshu felt the faint pain coming from the tiger's mouth, and became increasingly annoyed.