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The ten thousand li Tiandao iron chain broke through to the void, and firmly locked the triple powerhouse of the transforming god realm together with his heavy sword power.

The seven-story pagoda, which was a thousand feet wide, fell to the sky, directly dropping the triple powerhouse of the transforming god realm into the pagoda, isolating the connection between heaven and earth.

The quadrangular giant tripod, as heavy as a hill, collapsed from the top of the seven-story pagoda.

boom.

boom.

boom.

...

With a loud noise, a layer of pagoda was crushed.

When the seven muffled noises came, the muffled noise entrained this scream.

So the body of the triple powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm who smashed the world together with the primordial spirit disappeared into ashes, and he could not die again.

"Impossible, extremely stupid death."

Song Qingshu waved his sleeves, dispersed the iron ropes, the seven-story pagoda and the quadrangular giant cauldron, looking at the pool of blood, muttered expressionlessly.

Song Qingshu's three words whispered, and then crushed and killed a great power, showing such a powerful force, it can be called peerless and invincible, so powerful that you can't have any temper.

"So powerful? It seems that this son must be a hidden danger on Dengxian Road. If it is possible, we must kill it now!"

Looking at Song Qingshu, the Qingxiu scribe, a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and he was thinking very darkly.

The beautiful Taoist aunt looked at Song Qingshu, and the veins gradually emerged on the right hand holding Fuchen.

"The Daoist is so powerful, I thought that the Daoist was a bluff, so he wouldn't be in conflict with the Forty-nine Ride that Shen Tiejiu brought."

Among the crowd of onlookers.

The flimsy monk's voice came quietly from all directions.

If looming, getting closer and further away, from left to right, it makes people wonder where he is.

Song Qing didn't change his color in writing, and he didn't panic, like the clouds in the sky, coming and going accidentally.

With a single blow, he killed an expert in the transformation of the gods, but his aura was calm and not a hint of frivolousness, which shows how powerful it is: "Who else will die?"

Listening to Song Qingshu’s provocation, Shen Tiejiu raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at the more than 30 iron knights trembling behind him, and shouted: "Huh, now you retreat is also dead. Charge with me, there is still a chance. This poor fellow who is not in the Transcendent Realm stepped to death!"

"Only in this way can you live! Kill!"

Hear these words of Shen Tiejiu.

The 30 or so iron knights who had hesitated before suddenly roared like they had been doped, and their power remained as before.

There was a boom.

More than 30 iron knights rushed towards Song Qingshu like an endless river of steel.

The sound of killing and cutting rises to the sky, endlessly, and in a vague way, even this piece of void will be shattered.

"Cut a way out!"

The blonde woman riding a gluttonous roar violently, the figure left the gluttonous, and sneaked into the void with a divine bow.

Taotie opened his mouth wide and rushed towards Song Qingshu, while a Dao arrow that shook the sky and flew towards Song Qingshu.

"Being able to embark on this road to ascend to immortals, dare to ask who is ordinary? There are so many of us, and you are not the only genius!"

The strong man riding a silver rhino under the crotch roared coldly.

"Only by killing him can we have a way out!"

Wearing a avenue vestment, there is a man with a star-destroying star in his eyes shouting coldly.

"So, good."

Song Qingshu looked at the group of people rushing over to him, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, muttered.

There was a loud bang, and a crack really shattered above the blue sky.

Song Qingshu came first, faster than the arrow that had turned into a ray of light.

Whoops.

Song Qingshu turned into a golden remnant of clouds, with the overwhelming killing breath and billowing thunder, punching out Tianyu.

Song Qingshu's shots were very simple and direct.

Song Qingshu threw a fist with a thunderous fist, its power directly 3,000 miles.

In the void, except for the mighty fist wind, under the gang wind, the mountains thousands of miles away from the giant city were all lifted and shattered.

"puff"

The silver rhino head at the front of Song Qingshu exploded, and the extremely strong rhino horn turned into a pool of powder.

With a muffled noise, the blond female monk lurking between the sky burst her whole body, and then broke to pieces.

Finally, together with her incomparably sharp arrow, it exploded into a mist and was penetrated by Song Qingshu's unparalleled fist.

Boom!

Between Song Qingshu's hands and feet, there was the sound of the mountains crying and the tsunami like the sky and the earth.

Song Qingshu walked away from the sky in his mighty blood. At this moment, Song Qingshu was like an immortal god of war, unparalleled in the world, unparalleled in the world.

Song Qingshu waved four punches one after another, and the four punches contained the real meaning of Kun's artistic conception and the great path of life.

In an instant.

The half-step divine gluttonous state was beaten to pieces.

The monk sitting on the giant silver rhinoceros was physically gray, and his spiritual consciousness was extinguished.

The great robes on the blue monk received a punch, and the robes shattered.

In the end, the blue-clothed monk's chest was blown to pieces with this terrifying body protector, and Song Qingshu's blood was boiling, extremely terrifying!

"Really so strong?"

"Oh my god, he actually destroyed the fairy weapon with one punch?"

"And with bare hands?"

In front of Song Qingshu's might, the cavalry who rushed towards him was finally terrified, and his soul was trembling, not daring to move forward.

"Kill me! He has only one person. If you don't get ahead, I will wait for four people to chase you down to the end of the world!"

Shen Tiejiu didn't know when he got behind Tieqi, and stood proudly with the other three, looking at Song Qingshu and roaring.

A battle that was forced out never stopped.

Chapter 537

"Since you choose to shoot, come on!"

Song Qingshu looked at the restless group of dozens of iron knights in front of him, a cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he shouted.

"Everyone, we are inferior to him in physical strength. We will try our best to open the front, fight with the power of the soul, and suppress it with the great magical weapon!"

A cultivator holding the Taoist talisman in his hand urged the Taoist talisman in his hand to emit a bucket-like thick lunar sky thunder, while turning his head and shouting at the dozens of iron knights beside him.

Song Qingshu was right.

Now that they had taken action, even if they were forced, they should kill Song Qingshu, regardless of dignity and other things.

As long as they can slaughter Song Qingshu on the spot, they will be able to leave alive.

If not, they have no confidence that they can fight against the four peerless powerhouses including Shen Tiejiu.

"Killing one person is better than killing four, right?"

The monk who squeezed the Taoist talisman whispered, and after speaking, he tried his best to crush the Taoist talisman in his hand.

The unspeakable power of the Great Dao shattered the void and headed away toward Song Qingshu.

"That's right, my physical strength is too strong, it is correct to open the front."

"But there is still one thing you haven't considered clearly."

"That is my soul is stronger than the physical body!"

Song Qingshu flicked his fingers.

With a puff, the Taiyin Divine Thunder, which was as thick as a bucket, was shattered by Song Qingshu's flick, and the void vibrated.

The intention was to cast out endlessly, after smashing the monk's body guard rune, it hit the monk's forehead again and again.

Then there was a muffled noise, the brain pulp and blood burst together, and the white skull exploded into dust in the sky.

Hao Xiong became gray between his fingers.

The power of Song Qingshu today is really hard to show in words.

"kill!"

Seeing another companion burst into ashes.

An old monk in ragged clothes roared, and then radiated a glow between his brow bones.

call out!

A godlike villain with the primordial spirit flew out from between his brow bones and entered Song Qingshu's brows at an unimaginable speed.

The incomparably holy villain of the Yuanshen was glorious between Song Qingshu's forehead, and in a trance, Song Qingshu seemed to be swallowed by this glory.

Song Qingshu felt the irritability coming from between his brows, and closed his eyes lightly unhappy.

Looking at the light between Song Qingshu's frontal bones.

Among the crowd who had been confronting Song Qingshu for a long time, there was a peerless master who recognized Guangxia at a glance, and suddenly pointed to Guangxia with excitement and shouted: "This is Soul Destruction!"

"The primordial spirit can point thousands of miles away in an instant, we have this strong existence, it seems that there is still life."

"Everyone, take action with me to kill this half-step divine child!"

Hum!

That peerless and powerful man sacrificed a heaven-shaking seal with the power of the supreme soul.

With a muffled bang, the Heaven-Shaking Seal pressed down on Song Qingshu as if it were about to collapse the blue sky.

In another world, this earthshaking seal can be said to be synonymous with the god of death, extremely cruel.

The sun and moon shattered as soon as the seal of the sky turned, and the mountains and rivers disappeared.

In his hands, I don't know how many peerless powerhouses in the God-Transforming Realm were smashed into their souls and bodies by this earthshaking seal, and they couldn't die again.

however.

It is not waiting for this earthshaking seal to hit Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu, who has been gently closing his eyes, has already opened his eyebrows again.

In his eyes, there are the laws of the Great Dao flowing endlessly, terrifying, and the fighting spirit is overwhelming, and the great light is brilliant and brilliant all over his body.

"roll."

Song Qingshu's eyebrows glowed.

An extremely holy villain with the soul was thrown directly out of the frontal bone.

Following Song Qingshu's light sip, the villain of the soul suddenly cracked and exploded, turning into a stream of light.

The soul is lost.

The ragged old monk wailed and fell directly off his horse back, and was trampled on to pieces by his own handsome ancient BMW and turned into a pool of blood.

"The mighty sky, suppress the demons!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu resolved the killing technique of Soul Extinguishing Kill so quickly.

That peerless strong man was horrified and lost his mind, he hurriedly spit out a mouthful of blood and splashed on the seal of the sky, making it several times more powerful than before.

"Evil?"

Song Qingshu heard the words lightly, and immediately stretched out a palm to cover the Yueyue Xinghe, as if a god had come to the world.