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Just now, the strength of the rule Thunder has reached the first layer of the gods.

For this.

Although he knocked back the cornucopia with an electric shock, he was also backlashed by the heavens of the world where Song Qingshu was standing.

As a result, the eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen felt confused and uneasy, and vomited a mouthful of holy blood, paled his face.

Wow.

Just a moment.

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen no longer have the strongest power, and they have regressed at least for hundreds of years.

"Damn it, I didn't expect the backlash of the power of heaven at that time to be so serious...No, I can't make another move."

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen raised his hands to wipe the blood stains from his mouth, and his expression was unspeakable.

Stop talking.

The eighth elder of Yuhua Tianmen directly sat down cross-legged, separating a part of the soul and sneaking into the world where Song Qingshu was located.

Possessed on the silver fairy clock.

So the phantom sitting on the immortal clock completely condensed, with clear eyebrows and aggressive momentum.

"I am the eighth elder of Yuhua Tianmen, Song Qingshu, are you convicted?"

The phantom above the immortal clock looked at Song Qingshu coldly, opening his lips like ten thousand years of ice.

Song Qingshu's right hand blue veins violent like a dragon, he slashed out the broken sword after a roar.

"kill!"

Broken sword chopped out a sword energy that was one hundred feet wide and white.

Sword Qi swept across the space, and there was a violent sound of Jin Ge.

The void trembles continuously with the sword energy, as if it will shatter at any time.

The phantom above the immortal clock burst out as he watched the oncoming Wushuang sword energy.

Then he violently urged the immortal bell under his body to stir up the rules of the great road, and hit Song Qingshu head-on.

boom!

Song Qingshu's sword power was extinguished by the bell.

Those Zhong Bo also shattered under Song Qingshu's sword.

"Come to fight!"

Song Qingshu's blow was fruitless, and he was immediately aroused by a trace of depression in his heart.

Then Song Qingshu roared, the sky thunder rolled in his left hand, and the Han Jian in his right hand smashed away at the fairy bell.

Boom boom boom!

!

In a flash of time, there were hundreds of collisions between Xianzhong and Song Qingshu.

There is a great law that was shattered between the two, and there was Ling Ling's sword force resurrected between the two.

The sky thunder rolled into a robbery cloud and hit the fairy clock.

Zhong Bo burst through the space and slashed Song Qingshu.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu and Immortal Bell were inseparably killed.

"Master, it makes no sense for you to fight like this. What can you get even if you win a terrible victory, it's better to join forces with me!"

Just when Song Qingshu and Xianzhong kept fighting.

The cornucopia that had been beaten by the eighth elders of Yuhua Tianmen at the beginning flew back again and said in Song Qingshu's ear.

When Song Qingshu saw that the cornucopia could still be spoken, he became more interested in it: "Joining hands with you? How to do it?"

Seeing that Song Qingshu seemed to have agreed to his request, the cornucopia continued excitedly and said, "This is very simple!"

"I'm now teaching the master a magical skill to control soldiers, and the master can use me to absorb the fairy clock."

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows:

"That broken clock is a low-grade immortal weapon, can you digest it?"

Hear the words.

The voice of the cornucopia became extremely proud:

"Haha, the master didn't know it, when I was still in the victory."

"Don't say it is a low-grade fairy tool, even a top-grade super-grade or even a magical product! I have absorbed everything."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu suddenly became interested in this ugly cornucopia: "So, then tell me your method of controlling soldiers!"

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"By the way, is your so-called method of controlling soldiers famous?"

"Don't wait for what kind of swordsmanship is, the controller decides these three-flow control soldier trails."

The thunder arc flashed under Song Qingshu's feet, and then Song Qingshu's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

boom!

A sound wave impact of the fairy bell grazed from Song Qingshu's ear, and hit a huge rock beside Song Qingshu.

With a bang, the boulder violently shattered into mustard powder flying all over the sky.

Song Qingshu turned his head slightly and glanced at the huge stone, without changing his face and heartbeat, facing the cornucopia of Divine Thought Transmission.

Listening to Song Qingshu’s words, the cornucopia smiled:

"Master is worrying too much, what I want to send to the master is the holy technique of controlling soldiers, and soldiers are determined!"

When I heard the three words "Bing".

Even if he is used to seeing Song Qingshu, who is accustomed to the supreme exercises, he can't help but dazzle.

If Song Qingshu remembers correctly.

This Bingzijue should be one of the same skills as Xingzijue.

And the secret of this exercise has been discussed intensively in the Tiandi chat group.

And Song Qingshu can still remember clearly.

Although I had thought about learning this strategy at first.

But at that time the emperors only discussed this exercise, but did not upload any information about this exercise.

Song Qing was quite regretful at that time, thinking that he had to leave it to learn this exercise again when he had the opportunity in the future.

The opportunity comes today!

"The skill of "Bing Zi Jue" is not bad, cornucopia, all the secrets will be taught to me in one brain!"

"If it is the teaching method between the souls, as long as you teach it fast enough, I can learn it quickly, right?"

The shadow of Song Qingshu's footsteps gradually disappeared, and the figure turned into an afterimage that kept flying away in the sound waves from the fairy bell.

Song Qingshu smiled and said to the cornucopia while hiding from the immortal clock's killing shocks.

"Hehe, the master joked."

"Bing Zijue, as the ancient holy method of controlling soldiers, can be said to be extremely difficult to learn."

"Even if the master's cultivation speed is against the sky, it will take at least ten years to complete the battle."

"Now, what I want to teach the master is the simplest method..."

Before the Cornucopia and Song Qingshu's report were finished, Song Qingshu shook his head irritably: "You look down on me too much!"

"Although you can teach me the decision of soldiers, whether you can learn it well is my business."

Hear the words.

The cornucopia was so horrified that he couldn't even speak.

Notice.

Even in normal time, the energy required to learn the Bingzi Jue is huge.

When an ordinary ascetic learns such a profound technique, he doesn't need to retreat specifically for it.

At the very least, you need to find a place for clean cultivation to prevent other trivial matters from disturbing your practice.

The study of esoteric exercises is extremely difficult, so you have to be so careful.

If not, it would be an irreversible disaster for the monks if they were interrupted during the practice, which would lead to confusion.

The blood flowed backwards, the muscles and veins were broken, and the cultivation of the whole body was completely lost.

But looking back at Song Qingshu's current situation.

He didn't want to find a quiet place when he learned the word of war.

He actually intends to learn directly from the battle of soldiers in today's battle.

Such a move, no matter how it looks, is no different from a move to seek death...

One thought ends here.

The cornucopia couldn't help but say:

"Master... now you are in a big battle, so reckless, I don't think it is very good."

Song Qingshu listened to the cornucopia's suggestion, smiled and turned around and escaped a sound wave from the fairy bell.

"Don't worry! No matter what exercises, learning is only a momentary thing in my eyes."

Song Qingshu thought about the plug-in system in his mind and couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing this, although Cornucopia is still skeptical of Song Qingshu's learning speed, it is not good to say anything.

Immediately, the cornucopia burst into endless light.

There are countless great laws floating in the sky in the Qiguangxiacai, and then they flood into Song Qingshu's mind like aurora.

Boom!

The vast sea of ​​words were like blocks of hard stones being forced into Song Qingshu's mind.

There was a hum.

The blue veins on Song Qingshu's forehead were violent, and there was a continuous thunderous explosion in his head.

"System, hurry up and learn Bingziju!"

"I'll go, such profound words are not for people to learn."

Song Qingshu forcibly endured the buzzing sensation in his head, while dodge the immortal bell's attacks again and again, while shouting at the system.

Following Song Qingshu's remarks fell.

The sound of the mechanical gears of the system rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

"Ding, the system has finished accepting the secret tactics, and is now learning. The learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system has finished accepting the secret tactics, and is now learning. The learning progress is 20%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system has finished accepting the secret tactics, and is now learning. The learning progress is 30%. Please wait patiently for the host."

...

Just when the system in Song Qingshu's mind was fighting for fate.

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy bell seemed to have noticed something unusual about Song Qingshu.

As a result, Xianzhong's trembling became more intense and violent, and every time he shot, he carried the supreme power of the strong.

call out!

A sound wave lightly swept across a large mountain in the world, and the mountains that rose into the clouds directly crumbled into mustard powder.