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Boom!

A soft sound hit the boundless ocean, and the ocean waters were blown away.

boom!

The clouds in the sky were shattered.

sulfuric acid!

The space of this world was torn open the doors of broken space, and there were several extremely harsh sounds.

But despite how sharp and terrifying Sonic's offensive was, Thousands of Sonics never passed through Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu was constantly passing by in the thousands of sound waves, without even a trace of contamination.

Today's Song Qingshu is like walking through thousands of flying flowers, no matter how scattered the flying flowers are, none of them are on Song Qingshu's body.

"Song Qingshu! Do you know to avoid it?"

"If you have the courage, just confront me head-on for a while!"

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy clock watched Song Qingshu keep dodge his own sound waves and couldn't help frowning.

"Ding, the system has finished accepting the secret tactics, and is now learning. The learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that the Bing Zi Jue has been learned!"

With this soft sound in Song Qingshu's mind, Song Qingshu's whole person even suddenly changed.

Like a sword, like a hammer, a bow, and a spear!

"Can't wait, then come on."

Song Qingshu looked at the immortal clock coldly and said indifferently.

Chapter 453

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked directly at the existence above the immortal bell, he had already learned the word of war to a level that was close to the pinnacle.

"Your temperament has changed a bit."

The eighth elders of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy clock looked at Song Qingshu and said indifferently.

Song Qingshu sneered, indifferently speechless, but his mind was still silent in the scenes just now.

Just now, after the system has finished studying the word battle.

Then there were scenes of profound avenue patterns transmitted to Song Qingshu's mind.

It was a scene of bright moonlight spreading across the world.

A round of white jade wheels hung in the sky, and the moon was bright and bright, like water and moon blooming.

Standing under the moon, Song Qingshu was covered with a layer of tulle, plain and vague, quiet and beautiful.

"Is it the great artistic conception brought by the Bing Zi Jue?"

"It's not the same as ordinary exercises. Even if you learn it, what can you learn from it?"

"Some meaning, it really is a technique that the emperor will never forget."

Song Qingshu stood tall in the moonlit scenery, turned his head and looked around, muttering with a smile in his mouth.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu immediately raised his leg and walked forward. Not far away, a stone tablet appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

The bare stone monument has no grass on it, no climbing vines, and the stone monument is clean and dry as a whole.

From a distance, the stele looked like nothing on it.

The moonlight poured on the stone tablet, and the moonlight was hazy like a thin smoke.

Song Qingshu squatted in front of the stone tablet, propped his head and looked at the stone tablet.

This is the world in Song Qingshu's mind.

So the flow of time seems meaningless.

Song Qingshu felt calmly, as if sitting withered for most of the night, and as if sitting withered for a while.

But no matter how Song Qingshu sat in front of the stele, let time flow endlessly under the moonlight.

But Song Qingshu still found nothing, and did not notice even a little abnormality.

"Huh! Such a clumsy hiding method is okay to deceive others, thinking you can deceive me?"

Song Qingshu looked at the white and flawless stone wall, let out a cold voice, and immediately closed his eyes.

After a while, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and the thunder exploded in them.

puff!

As Song Qingshu's eyes opened.

Suddenly, a mist of flying sand threw up on the stone wall.

The moonlight is pouring, and the elegant moonlight is like water, which is very bright and soft.

In the moonlight, numerous murals suddenly appeared on the stone walls.

Countless weapons such as tripods, bells, towers, spears, swords, etc. are depicted on the stone walls.

The lines on the stone wall are extremely novel and too awkward.

So the whole is extremely naive and lacks aesthetics, as if it was carved by a passerby at will.

However, as the light in Song Qingshu's eyes became stronger and stronger.

Against the white mist of moonlight, the marks of these weapons looked a little different.

In the trance, a trace of extremely ancient vicissitudes of life came out from it.

In an instant, the breath of ancient vicissitudes had soaked Song Qingshu's body.

On the stone wall, there are not many weapons marks, and they are all poorly carved.

But where the moonlight falls, there is peace on the stone wall, and the soldier prints are shining and flowing.

"It's different, this scene can be called a miracle..."

Song Qingshu was very surprised, staring at the flowing soldier seal with his eyes wide open, and he was amazed.

During the next long period of time.

The more Song Qingshu stared at the stele, the more mysterious he felt.

At the end, those awkward traces looked like the divine phoenixes constantly moving, and they were about to break through the sky!

It was at this moment.

Song Qingshu instantly grasped all the essence of Bing Zi Jue.

So Song Qingshu's thoughts returned to the world, before the fairy bell.

"Master, are you okay?"

The cornucopia flew in front of Song Qingshu, flew around Song Qingshu, and then said nervously.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"No matter how strong the Bing Zijue is, it's just a technique. How can the technique do anything to me?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's rhetoric, the cornucopia couldn't help being shocked.

So the cornucopia flew around Song Qingshu again, and yelled at Song Qingshu in disbelief after a while, "Is this real, master?"

"It's just a few short breaths of time, and you've learned the meaning of the word soldier."

"Furthermore, the master has also penetrated the artistic conception of Bingzijue. Now the master is more familiar with Bingzijue than I am."

The cornucopia looked at Song Qingshu for a long time, before finally daring to speak with certainty.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and didn't talk too much.

As the so-called see hunting heart happy.

Now that Song Qingshu had just mastered the battle character decision, a suitable opponent such as Xianzhong appeared in front of him.

So, where does Song Qingshu have any other thoughts to manage other things?

The eighth elder of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy clock watched Song Qingshu walk towards him with a smile, frowning: "Could you really think you have a chance to defeat me?"

Song Qingshu shook his head indifferently:

"I don't think I have a chance to defeat you."

"Because I know I will kill you directly, grab your clock, and destroy your soul!"

Song Qingshu walked to the fairy clock, raised the cornucopia in his hand, and the mouth of the pot faced the fairy clock.

"So? Hahaha, come on!"

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen shouted violently, and then desperately urged the fairy clock under him.

clang!clang!clang!

The invisible sound wave condenses in the air into a tangible killing weapon.

The huge tower of ten thousand feet high appeared in the sound wave, suppressing Song Qingshu away.

The thousand-ton tripod tripod was transformed in the sound waves, tearing the space and smashing Song Qingshu.

A lingering fairy sword pierced the void, and when Song Qingshu came, he shattered everything with a sharp spear and pierced Song Qingshu head on.

Seeing the sound waves splashing all over the sky and the countless weapons formed in the sound waves, even Song Qingshu had to express a sincere admiration.

Among the countless weapons in the sky, if an ordinary Nascent Soul possesses one, it can run wild in a small world, almost invincible.

However, facing such a crisis.

Song Qingshu only took a deep breath, then whispered softly:

"The soldiers are scattered."

Boom!

With the sound of Song Qingshu.

The huge tower collapsed.

The thousand-ton tripod broke.

Ling Li's sword was broken.

The sharp spear was broken.

These weapons violently shattered into mustard powder in the sky, and there was nowhere to be found after a violent sound.

"you?"

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy bell called out, and the fingers pointing at Song Qingshu couldn't stop shaking.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Is that scared?"

"Broken the clock, come here!"

After that, a huge gust of wind broke out at the mouth of the cornucopia, and the fairy clock trembled and swayed.

Chapter 454 Weapon Warfare

Weapons are the greatest reliance of ordinary repairmen.

Xiahouli's iron spear, Mo Xiejia's scroll, and even the immortal bell under the eighth elder of Tianmen.

All these kinds of things can make people clearly understand that weapons are extremely terrifying to monks.

It can be said that a handy weapon can increase the combat power of others infinitely.