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I don’t know if it’s because of fear.

Zhao Yi drove the Dao Shenjia with infinite golden light and never attacked Song Qingshu.

He just stood quietly in the protection of the other three mechas, bathed in the rays of light from the other three divine armors.

"System, turn on the scan, analyze what the golden road god armor is doing."

Song Qingshu frowned when he watched Zhao Yi's Dao Shenjia standing quietly.

Then there was an indescribable sense of crisis that flooded Song Qingshu's heart, and then Song Qingshu hurriedly spoke to the system in his mind.

The real danger often comes in an instant.

Song Qingshu has gone through so many life and death tests, and he knows the truth.

Although this battle seemed like Song Qingshu hadn't fallen to the bottom.

But Song Qingshu still felt that he had to deal with anything that happened in the fighting here.

It doesn't matter if it's just an illusion.

With Song Qingshu's words fall.

The system in Song Qingshu's brain also made a sound like a mechanical gear: "Ding, the system prompts that it is being analyzed. The analysis is progressing 10%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 20%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 30%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

"Ding, the system prompts that it is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 99%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts, the analysis is complete, now the analysis results are transmitted to the host's mind."

It only took a moment.

A series of all the information about the golden mecha emerged in Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu knew exactly what the clear light bathed in this mecha now.

"Activate the full potential of the mecha?"

"Wishful thinking is doing well, it seems that I am very determined to die."

Song Qingshu smiled coldly, and opened his lips to Zhao Yi and others in a self-deprecating tone.

"Boost!"

Zhao Yi listened to Song Qingshu's ridicule, showing a sense of murderous emotion between his eyes, and shouted in a low voice.

"Do you think I will really give you this opportunity?"

Song Qingshu still said with a chuckle.

Although Song Qingshu chuckled softly, his expression was colder than Hanbing.

All in one word.

The black dagger in the right hand of the mecha controlled by Song Qingshu smashed into a long space, turned into a black light with electric marks, and threw it towards Zhao Yi.

The power of Heavenly Tribulation Avenue was dancing all over the sky, and Song Qingshu's infinite vitality seemed extremely terrifying at this time.

"The climber! Our eternal family wants not only your blood, but also your name!"

"Chang!"

The gray-clothed old servant had a ferocious slur at the corner of his mouth, and shouted coldly.

After that, the azure blue mecha controlled by the old servant in gray, holding a blue magic knife, collided with the black dagger thrown by Song Qingshu.

In an instant, the space trembled, and cracks appeared in the void, extremely terrifying.

"If you stop me, kill me!"

The black mecha controlled by Song Qingshu roared, and then slammed into the void, shattered the earth for thousands of miles and then killed the old servant in gray with infinite power.

boom!

boom!

boom!

But a moment of time flies by.

The black mechas controlled by Song Qingshu and the azure blue road armors of the old servants in gray had no less than 10,000 confrontations.

All over the sky is a handful of dazzling Mars that both exploded after the extreme movement.

The space is extremely turbulent, like a mirror, shattering at any time and then dissipating invisible.

The performance of the black mecha controlled by Song Qingshu was more than a little worse than the azure blue armor of the old servant in gray.

Although Song Qingshu relied on his extraordinary fighting instincts to constantly clash with the blue mecha.

However, the difference in hardware still caused Song Qingshu a big loss.

After another fierce confrontation.

Many depressions suddenly appeared on Song Qingshu's black mecha.

His black mecha was pitted by the gray-clothed old servant, and many avenues were destroyed.

There was a muffled sound.

Song Qingshu's black mecha had a large hole in his chest, which was about to shatter.

"Cut, I didn't go to the battle personally, it was still a lot worse. If you fight the old thief with a real sword and a gun, you can take him in no less than three moves!"

Song Qingshu felt the electric noise coming from her black mecha, and could not help but frowned slightly, opening her lips and muttering.

Whether in terms of long-range mana bombing or melee combat, Song Qingshu's black armor was completely defeated by the gray-clothed old servant's blue armor.

So at this time the defeat of the black mecha did not actually make Song Qingshu feel so disappointed.

There was a loud clang.

Song Qingshu's black armor was slashed again by the blue mecha, and half of his body was cut to pieces.

The azure blue mecha controlled by the gray-clothed old servant is slender and has infinite power. Between every gesture, this blue mecha is full of wild beauty and power.

Against the backdrop of the bright blue mechas that radiated the bright lights.

This already powerful mecha is even more powerful, with overwhelming mana.

After several constant contending battles, this azure blue mecha nearly destroyed all the Dao runes of Song Qingshu's mecha.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu fell into a bitter battle.

By this time, the black armor that Song Qingshu was driving had become a burden to him.

Not only could it not provide some help for Song Qingshu, but it was also delaying Song Qingshu to make it unable to operate flexibly.

"Xiangmen, you will die soon!"

The azure blue mecha of the old servant in gray made a roar, and then rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"My mecha seems to be a bit short, otherwise give me yours?"

Chapter 508

Listening to Song Qingshu's arrogant speech.

The gray-clothed old servant laughed furiously, then raised his head and screamed into the sky.

The long whistle stopped.

The gray-clothed old servant drove his azure blue mecha, and exerted all the performance and power of his mecha to the extreme.

boom!

A raging mist rolled out of the azure blue mecha, and the space shook and trembled under the noise of the white mist, as if it might melt at any time.

After lifting all the powers of the blue mecha to the extreme.

The azure blue mecha pierced the void in an instant, and appeared behind Song Qingshu's battle armor in one step.

Under the cooperation of the Great Avenue God Armor.

The gray-clothed old servant who was originally only the second-tier of the god-transformation realm actually possessed a power comparable to the power of the sixth-tier of the god-transition realm.

It really brought the fear of life and death to Song Qingshu.

"You said you want my mecha?"

"Then I'm here, do you dare to take it?"

The gray-robed old servant in the blue mecha smiled coldly and said with open lips.

A dark blue magic knife.

Following the words of the gray-clothed old servant, he fell violently and cut off to Song Qingshu.

puff!

The void shattered directly before the knife of the old servant in gray.

The knife fell on Song Qingshu's Great Dao God Armor with a cold light.

Then a muffled sound came from Song Qing's body.

At this point, the Great Dao God Armor that Song Qingshu was standing on was almost dismembered, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be shattered, "Climbing the immortal, you are finished!"

The old servant in grey clothes looked at the hole in Song Qingshu's mecha and the arc of thunder jumping in the hole, and grinned viciously: "If you have any last words, please say it quickly. Wait until you are in a different place. If you want to talk about it. Can't come out!"

Just when the gray-clothed old servant was planning to make up for Song Qingshu's mecha and completely end his life.

"dead!"

Between the lightning and flint, Song Qingshu's Dao Shenjia suddenly let out such a loud roar.

This is how Song Qingshu used the black mech's Dao Dao pattern to make such a loud shout.

The Great Dao God Armor allows a person to exert a combat power far beyond the ordinary himself, and Song Qing is using his Dao Dao marks to urge such a simple Dao Mantra.

Seemingly simple scream.

On it, it implies the vastness of Kun's artistic conception, as well as the endless death in the avenue of life.

With such a violent roar, Song Qingshu is confident that he can directly smash the thousands of mountains and seas directly.

And now Song Qingshu took the advantage of the gray-clothed old servant to relax his vigilance, thinking that he would win, he just killed him by surprise.

Therefore, Song Qingshu's roar was more insidious and terrifying than facing the enemy, almost irresistible.

There was a soft sound.

Song Qingshu's violent roar directly trembled Void to the point of trembling, and spatial cracks appeared on the Void.

Just like a thunder on the flat ground, like a sonorous magic sound piercing the brain, the old servant in gray was directly stunned, his consciousness confused, and the whole person almost collapsed.

"Now who do you say died?"

Song Qingshu set off, turning his figure into an afterimage, and attacked quickly.

After Song Qingshu left the black armor, he jumped directly into the pale blue armor, spreading its wings above the sky like an eagle, and his whole body was extremely powerful.

Following the roar of Song Qingshu just now.

The turbulence of the avenue above the azure blue mecha was temporarily interrupted, losing its original power.

Then Song Qingshu's figure flickered, turning into a mist of blue smoke between the clouds.

Song Qingshu has now figured out all the profound meanings of Kunzhi Dao.

The misty misty style he mastered is even more superb.

Now if Song Qingshu exerted all his strength into the misty misty manner, no one had interrupted him.

So Song Qingshu may really be silent, even without a trace.

Of course, before the gray-clothed old servant's mind was confused.