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Chapter 539

"This person is a demon, definitely not something I can win!"

"Run, I'd rather fight against a few other people than fight him. It will die, absolutely!"

"Help, don't kill me... I don't want to die."

Every time Song Qingshu strode out with a fist, there was bound to be a horrible cry when the fist fell.

In that horrible cry, there must be countless strong ghosts and wolves howling. At this time, the blood rain was scattered all over the sky, and the white bones flew out.

Song Qingshu's strength is as terrible as opening the door of hell.

"what……"

Seeing the faint sneer from Song Qingshu's mouth, the cultivators couldn't help but shudder with fright, and screamed in terror.

In no time.

The original forty-nine riders who were so mighty and mighty had already died, leaving the last dozen people.

In Song Qingshu's cold eyes, the last dozen cavalrymen were completely defeated, no longer caring about the dignity and prestige that he valued at first.

Now anyone can see it.

Song Qingshu, the cultivator of the half-step transformation of the gods, is a god and demon, and his enemy can only be death, but the method of death is different.

"Where to go?!"

Song Qingshu looked at the dozens of monks walking away in the sky, and whispered.

"Bing Zi Jue! Ten Thousand Soldiers!"

As Song Qingshu roared out, behind Song Qingshu a world of pale gold weapons suddenly appeared.

Knife, sword, gun, bell, tripod...

In that piece of weapon world, there are sacred weapons engraved with the magic pattern of the great road all over the sky.

"Everything comes out!"

Song Qingshu squeezed Dao Jue with his right hand and shook it out gently, stimulating the pale golden world of weapons.

call out!

An avenue sacred gun pierced through the void, nailing a strong man who was flying on the dragon to death in the void.

clang!

A crisp chime came from the top of Song Qingshu's head, and Zhong Bo waved golden ripples in the void.

With a soft sound, a half-step divine leopard, together with its owner, turned into powder in the sound of the bell.

Hum!

A Dao arrow heavy as a star burst into the void and flew out.

The nine-sky blue sky where a piece of magical Zhenshan rock collapsed is boundless.

An infinitely powerful sword aura shot out from the Ling Yu fairy sword.

The Hanmang Sacred Knife slashed with a blade wind that could break the stars and break the sea.

Song Qingshu just made a statement, there was a mighty force, which made the legs of the monks who were watching slightly weakened, as if they were about to collapse.

It should be noted that the dozens of powerful gods that Song Qingshu pursued and killed are extremely allowable in any world, moving mountains and seas, and grabbing stars.

But this is the existence.

In front of Song Qingshu at this time, it was so fragile and ridiculous.

Song Qingshu only shot at will, but they made it hard to escape with all their strength, except to watch his body turn into gray, nothing else.

"Friends of Taoism! Is it possible that you really want to kill me?"

"The existence behind us is not vegetarian, I think it's better to stay alive!"

When Song Qingshu slaughtered the last dozens of monks alone.

A powerhouse of the Four Peaks of the God Transformation Realm riding a white horse under his hip made a strong move, and at the cost of his right fist burst, he dissolved a seven-story pagoda thrown by Song Qingshu at will.

Song Qingshu looked at this strong man riding a white horse, his heart moved slightly.

This person is the strongest among the forty-nine riders. Song Qingshu had suffered a small loss in the duel at the beginning, and it was thanks to him.

"Yes, I want to kill you clean."

Under Song Qingshu's body, a thunder arc flashed violently, and the clouds and mist were lingering.

Then Song Qingshu's figure directly penetrated the void and came to this strong man.

Electric light flint room.

The strong man didn't even see whether the emotion in Song Qingshu's eyes was excited or indifferent, and he felt a chill in his neck.

With a pop.

The head of the strong man fell to the ground, and the soul hidden in the head was suddenly excited, trying to split the void and escape.

However, what he was waiting for was not an opportunity.

It was Song Qingshu's stumbling heavier than the mountains and rivers.

With a bang, the diamond-like solid ground fell directly, cracks spread all over Song Qingshu's body.

So far.

The primordial spirit of the four-fold peak powerhouse in the transformation of the gods was wiped out, and he could not die again.

Song Qingshu's eyes were cold and indifferent, and there was nothing wrong with her behavior.

Song Qingshu had given this group of people a chance at the beginning, but this definitely did not mean that Song Qingshu was not bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

Since that group of cavalry chose to charge Song Qingshu from the beginning, Song Qingshu will definitely go all out against this group of cavalry, and must kill them cleanly.

Today's Song Qingshu will never have any ridiculous benevolence of women, this is the cruel rule after choosing to declare war with Song Qingshu.

"Forgive me, I knew I was wrong, I damn it, I shouldn't think of trampling your old man to death."

"If you can let me go, then the money status, the secret treasure technique, as long as you want it, I will give it."

A strong man in the triple realm of the Transcendent God Realm was overtaken, and he was so scared that he couldn't help but beg for mercy, almost kneeling there.

"I knew today."

Song Qingshu sneered, indifferent to this sincere and extremely sincere begging for mercy.

Then Song Qingshu stretched out a finger covered with thunder and pointed forward.

After a soft thud came, a blood flower splashed out on his forehead. In the blood flower there was the paleness of the skull, and there was also the streamer of the soul of the villain.

When he died, the horrified expression on the face of the begging for mercy instantly solidified, and then he fell straight in a pool of blood.

"But the ants who have turned into a god realm in a half-step, dare to kill all sides in front of me?"

"The magic umbrella appears!"

Just when Song Qingshu was looking for the next target to kill.

Shen Tiejiu's high-resolution ridicule sounded, and it fell into Song Qingshu's ears verbatim.

"boom!"

Following Shen Tiejiu's cold snort, in the void, a Heavenly Demon Umbrella engraved with the laws of the Great Dao fell towards Song Qingshu.

The magic umbrella was born into the wind, and in an instant it expanded to the extent of covering the sky and the sun.

Thousands of wisps of mist hung from the surface of the magic umbrella, and each mist was a chain of order.

The mist was hazy, intertwined in the void, like a cast of divine iron, indescribably brilliant and dazzling, suppressed to Song Qingshu.

"Unexpectedly, Shen Tiejiu, the weakest among the nine immortal riders, also has such a means and combat effectiveness. It seems that the nine riders of immortal climbers are indeed an existence that cannot be underestimated."

The Taoist aunt sat cross-legged on the eight-winged Jinpeng, watching Shen Tiejiu's attack on Song Qingshu's Ling Wei, and sneered lightly.

"The statement is extremely, I hope Shen Tiejiu can kill him directly in one go."

"If this son is allowed to enter the city, a deadly battle will inevitably be unavoidable on the hero battlefield."

The scholar Qingxiu shook the feather fan lightly and murmured.

Chapter 540

Now in Shen Tiejiu's mind, Song Qingshu already represents a powerful opponent.

At the very least, he is on an equal footing with himself, and there is no relationship between you and me.

because of this.

When Shen Tiejiu rushed to Song Qingshu, he didn't choose to use his best iron knife to slash at Song Qingshu.

Instead, he chose to directly throw out the strongest weapon he found on Dengxian Road.

The Heavenly Demon Umbrella is a powerful fairy weapon that Dengxian Jiuqi smashed after slaughtering the world's most powerful sect.

Since Shen Tiejiu is the weakest among the nine riders of Dengxian, this Heavenly Magic Umbrella also belongs to him.

When the magic umbrella was fully deployed that day, the thousands of mists on the umbrella seemed to tear through the eternal blue sky, and another sea of ​​stars was boiling.

The fog of the avenue turned into an endless chain of rules, and it crashed down towards Song Qingshu, as if it were going to destroy everything.

"But do you want to stop me with a broken umbrella? Ridiculous!"

Song Qingshu looked at the thousands of mists under the umbrella that covered the sky, and he didn't worry about it. He sneered and commented casually.

However, when the mist just touched Song Qingshu's body.

The turbulent blood in Song Qingshu's body that collapsed like a dragon came to an abrupt end, losing the supreme power in the beginning.

"Huh! Now is an opportunity! This son has been suppressed by me, everyone quickly kill him!"

"If the Sky Demon Umbrella is smashed, then this child will definitely not let go, and then will definitely be chased to the ends of the world!"

Shen Tiejiu urged his great power to control the magic umbrella that day, while turning his head to look at the other cavalry stunned.

Shen Tiejiu's expression was sullen, and he knew at a glance that he was not a good stubborn, and this time he would have to twist Song Qingshu's head.The magic umbrella was as black as ink that day.

There are thousands of chains of order gods on it, and each of them penetrates every inch of the void, as if confining Song Qingshu to the spot.

Seeing Song Qingshu being imprisoned in the void.

Many people present changed their expressions one after another, and after a little bit of a daze, they urged various magic weapons to be cut forward.

Because these people knew that Song Qingshu was cruel, it was impossible to let go of them.

Since you can't be kind, even if you beg for mercy, you will be killed. So, it is better to break the boat and break out of a desperate situation!

"Everyone! Don't keep your hands, have used your strongest means, vowing to slaughter him on the spot!"

"None of us want to die! Right?"

An iron-clad monk next to Shen Tiejiu looked at Song Qingshu and yelled, just when Song Qingshu slaughtered the Quartet.

The body of this iron-clad monk was directly destroyed by Song Qingshu, and now he hates Song Qingshu to the extreme.

"It's very true!"

"Everyone, we have no retreat, we can only kill him on the spot, otherwise our road to the immortal will end here, we all have to die!"

A red-robed monk with a disheveled hair, like a ghost like Shura, laughed grimly.

Then he opened his mouth and spit out a blood-red small bell, spouted a few mouthfuls of blood on it, and then sacrificed it.

"The death knell is dead!"

The red-robed monk screamed and shouted at Song Qingshu.

There was a loud clang.

The blood-red death knell shattered the sky, shocking the world.