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Gourmet can swallow all things, stepping out of the thunder and lightning clouds, it is higher than the mountain, and it is culled towards Song Qingshu.

The gluttonous gluttons were formed by this huge thunder light, with extremely powerful strength, but also born from the thunder, like a divine birth.

At this time, it had a soul in Thunder, and it became more and more unstoppable.

"Roar!"

Song Qingshu roared, and began to make every effort to shoot, facing the thousands of swords with one hand.

With a broken sword in one hand, he slashed towards Thunder, unreservedly resisting that gluttonous food.To kill it in the void.

The bloody battle between the three supreme Yuan Ying powerhouses of Yuhua Tianmen and Song Qingshu was inseparable for a time.

At least for Song Qingshu, such a battle is already a deadly battle...

Chapter 444

"boom!"

Thunder exploded above the magic circle, and the void was penetrated by the thunder.

Suddenly, the space of the place where Song Qingshu was standing was torn apart.

There was a turbulent flow flowing out of the shattered space, pulling Song Qingshu's clothes and figure continuously.

"set!"

The villain Yuanshen above Song Qingshu's head looked at the shattered space, his little mouth screamed.

The spatial turbulence flowing out of the shattered space was stopped by the primordial villain, and Song Qingshu stabilized in the void again.

Just in such a moment.

The thousands of swords that the old man riding the bull just wielded had shattered the void and came to Song Qingshu.

Each of the thousands of swords is crimson that represents killing.

Look far away.

Like a bloody wind, whistling towards Song Qingshu.

The old man riding the bull looked at the bloody wind that went to Song Qingshu, his expression no longer bleak.

At least there was a little excitement in his eyes.

These thousands of swords are another strongest killer move of the bull riding old man. It seems that there is nothing special about this bloody storm.

However, on each of the Equatorial Dao Swords, the bull riding old man was engraved with extremely powerful killing symbols.

Even if only a crimson sword pierced Song Qingshu's flesh and blood, it was enough.

Because of the killing aura attached to his sword, it can directly explode Song Qingshu's flesh and blood, and can directly cut off Song Qingshu's flesh and blood and meridians.

So the bull rider is waiting.

He was waiting for the sword in Song Qingshu, and then he was frightened and desperate, and then yelled at the scene.

So the old man riding the bull swept away his previous depressed appearance, and there was some indescribable excitement in his eyes.

"Die, Song Qingshu!"

The old man riding the bull raised his head, looking at Song Qingshu in the thunder and shouting loudly.

His voice became very confident and extremely proud.

With this voice, there are countless red flying swords with red light radiating from their bodies.

As the distance between the red flying sword and Song Qingshu got closer, Song Qingshu was able to see the shape of the short flying sword more clearly.

They have sharp and narrow blades, on which are engraved with countless colorful lines and profound characters.

There is an unknown atmosphere on the sword ups and downs, making that small sword even sharper.

Such a sword, I am afraid that a single handle can solve the strongest realm that Mo Yejia is in.

The number of swords like this is multiplied by thousands, which is naturally terrifying.

The old man riding the bull smiled slightly while looking at Song Qingshu, thinking:

"Even if you are physically incomparable, facing a sword like that, you have to fight with all your strength, right?"

"However, as long as you are distracted, the lightning on the formation will smash you to death, and the characters of the chanting idol can swallow you."

"Song Qingshu, so, what should you do?"

however.

Although the old bull rider considered all the conditions, he still forgot one thing.

That is, Song Qingshu is never reasonable.

What was obviously unreasonable, but this thing could happen to him...

Song Qingshu looked at the thousands of swords oncoming with no emotion on his face.

He just turned his head to look at Dao Jian, and then turned his head directly, not looking at the thousands of Dao Jian again.

He raised his left palm casually, and slapped down the thousands of swords.

When Song Qingshu was out of his palm, behind Song Qingshu, a giant palm condensed from the sky thunder and robbery clouds faintly condensed.

The giant palm is as dark as night, and it emits a dazzling light of thunder.

Thunder is Thunder Tribulation, Jieyun is Heaven.

"Heaven Tribulation!"

Song Qingshu remained silent, just reciting a silent sentence in his heart.

So the giant palm that thunder robbery cloud passed through Song Qingshu's body, slapped heavily on thousands of swords.

puff!

There was a very crisp sound of breaking amidst the bloody storm.

It was like countless mirrors, being hammered into countless pieces by a giant hammer in a thousand catties.

Then there was a loud bang.

The thousands of swords shattered into a burst of blood red mustard powder, which diffused in the sky.

Song Qingshu broke ten thousand swords with a palm, but the palm of Heavenly Tribulation was still inexhaustible.

There was a broken sound in the space.

Song Qingshu's palm has torn the void in a moment, and then retakes the old man on the bull rider.

There was another soft pop.

The robes on the bull riding old man shattered into mustard powder.

He cried out and flew upside down, fell to the ground, smashing a deep hole.

Song Qingshu looked at the old man riding the bull coldly.

So he didn't bother to pay attention to anything anymore, but concentrated on the thunder robbery in front of him.

"You dare to look down on me!"

The bull rider had a deep pit in his chest.

But somehow, he didn't feel any pain.

So he suddenly felt that Song Qingshu's palm was nothing great.

So when Song Qingshu glanced at him contemptuously, the bull riding old man felt extremely angry.

The bull riding old man raised his right hand in the pit, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth condensed in his hand.

An incomparably exquisite Dao Sword also condensed in his palm with the breath of heaven and earth.

The old man riding a bull uses a sword as a stick, trying to support himself to stand up in the pit.

"what!"

There was a violent cry.

The figure of the old man riding a bull has already stood up half-length.

The face of the old man riding the bull was sweaty, and the veins violent.

Then there was a loud bang.

That exquisite sword shattered into a breath of heaven and earth, and the bull riding old man fell heavily into the pit.

The old man riding the bull yelled angrily a few times, so he directly supported the ground with his palm, trying to get up.

Hard to get up, and then fell again.

Rise and fall again, repeat this seven times.

So the old man riding the bull finally had no strength to get up, and he lay directly in the deep pit, his expression ugly and very distressed.

Wow.

The bull riding old man began to vomit blood, and the blood slowly turned from holy to extremely dark.

Some internal organs can even be seen faintly inside.

Song Qingshu's robbery that day invaded the old man's body like a robbery.

Broken his soul.

Powdered his flesh and blood meridians.

He split his bones.

Did his doomed life.

The old man on the bull fell in the blood he vomited and died.

"You are dead again."

Song Qingshu raised his hand to tear apart a thunder as thick as a mountain, and said with a smile.

The face of the chanting god is extremely ugly.

The formation on Song Qingshu's head became even more terrifying.

Booming, gluttonous swallowed thousands of thunderbolts, opened his huge mouth toward him, and rushed towards him.

"Hey!"

When the gluttonous pounced, there was another loud noise in his mouth. The thunder was dense, one after another, all as thick as a mountain.

Thunder hit Song Qingshu's body one after another, sparks splashed and clank clank, which was extremely shocking.

Chapter 445

"puff!"

The armor on Song Qingshu's body was shattered by a bolt of thunder.

Under the battle armor, Song Qing's skin was scorched again.

Although Song Qingshu's physical power is extremely powerful and terrifying.

But under the formation, under the thunder tribulation of the pure rules, he could no longer bear it.

After Song Qingshu suffered this terrible thunder strike for a living, his hair was disheveled, like Jiuyou Killing God.

"kill!"

Although the thunder was so powerful, it was terrifying.

But after Lei Ting paused, Song Qingshu's eyes became sharper and firmer, and after a stagger, he stood up straight in the void again.

"Maybe you still have some useless brute force."

"But this Thunder Tribulation Formation is the third of the ten great divine formations of my ecstatic Tianmen."