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The red-robed monk holding the death knell stood upright on the ground, knowing her life or death.

The strong man holding the Ten Thousand Mountain Seal was broken with a cold snort from Song Qingshu, and a pool of holy blood flowed out of the void.

The dark red death knell body fragments and the fragments of the Wanshan seal were blown to pieces and then flew to all directions.

Then one after another screams came from the group of monks who besieged Song Qingshu.

From time to time, someone was hit by fragments of the bell body or Wanshan seal.

"The death knell, the seal of Wanshan Mountain, and the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, these three are famous killing weapons on Dengxian Road."

"It seems that this half-step cultivator of God Realm is really not so bully, nothing else, I won't flow this muddy water."

Seeing the supreme power of Song Qingshu's smashing of the immortal artifacts, the Qingxiu scribes could not help frowning slightly, then turned and left, and the figure sneaked into the first divine pass.

"Daoist Shen, get together again if you can."

When the elegant scribes left, the Taoist aunt stopped watching the excitement.

I saw that she waved the whisk, and after an indifferent utterance to Shen Tiejiu, she also left, no longer watching the battle.

Shen Tiejiu watched the two masters leave, raised his sword eyebrows, and shouted at Song Qingshu: "Truce, I lost!"

Chapter 542

"You win!"

Shen Tiejiu looked at Song Qingshu, which was as terrible as a demon god, raised his brows, abandoning his dignity for the first time, and chose to bend to Song Qingshu.

Shen Tiejiu is one of the nine riders of Dengxian, and his strength is extraordinary, even among the strongest Dengxian powerhouses, he can also be among the best.

Dengxian only looks at strengths and weaknesses, regardless of background.

In the previous forty-nine rides, only a few people followed Shen Tiejiu on the journey because of Deng Xian Jiuqi.

Others are all because Shen Tiejiu is really strong, and they walked here with Shen Tiejiu.

People like this.

No matter where it is, it should be the hero of Megatron.

People like this.

No matter where you are, it is impossible to bow your head to others easily.

But today, before Song Qing wrote, Shen Tiejiu had not even started a real hand-to-hand fight with Song Qingshu, and Shen Tiejiu lowered his head and admitted his shortcomings.

"Is it because I got it wrong? What did he just say?"

"I lost! My God, that Shen Tiejiu who climbed the Immortal Jiuqi would actually say something like this."

"Is this Shen Tiejiu's strategy? Or is that half-step god-level powerhouse really so powerful?"

"But no matter how strong they are, aren't these two people fighting yet? This...this is really weird."

In a moment when Shen Tiejiu's service softly conceded.

There was a burst of exclamation among the monks outside of the first divine pass.

No one could believe that such a powerful Shen Tiejiu actually admitted that he had lost.

"what did you say?"

Song Qingshu stepped into the void and came to Shen Tiejiu, indifferent, like a Shura with no emotions.

Shen Tiejiu looked at Song Qingshu in front of him, and his eyes were full of cold killing intent: "I said I'm not as good as people now, and I don't want to fight you anymore.

"If you want, I can ask my eldest brother to fight you."

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"Your eldest brother is great?"

Shen Tiejiu nodded proudly:

"That is nature, the peak of transforming the gods, half a step has already stepped into the realm of divine light, if my elder brother deliberately suppressed the cultivation base, I would have taken that step long ago!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu laughed:

"I don't know how many trash like this I killed! Is this worthy of your pride?"

Song Qingshu's plain words instantly ignited Shen Tiejiu's sanity, like a handful of hot sparks on a pile of dry leaves.

There was a boom.

A huge fire ignited several meters above the dead leaves, and the light of the fire faintly would soar into the sky, illuminating the sky.

There was a boom.

Shen Tiejiu drew out the Immortal Cold Iron Sword behind him, urged him to get down the old horse, and roared to kill Song Qingshu: "I will take action personally to kill this kid!"

"You don't have to help me quickly!"

Listening to Shen Tiejiu's mobilization and roar.

Forty-nine riders, who had been awe-inspiring and then looked like ashes, ignited a flame of hope in his heart.

"Help Master Shen!"

"Kill!"

"Don't keep your hands, sacrifice the treasure! We will definitely win with Shen Lord!"

Several screams came.

A giant cauldron slammed into Song Qingshu in the void. The cauldron was as heavy as a small mountain, and the void was almost shattered.

After Song Qingshu flew out a poisoned dagger, the dagger shot out from the void, like a dragon swimming snake.

The golden primordial villain, holding the secret treasure of the primordial soul, culled Song Qingshu.

The Dao Arrow engraved with the Dao Dao inscription shook the void and the eternal blue sky...

Seeing these kinds of saint weapon immortal soldiers who came to him violently, Song Qingshu stood invincibly like the God of War Lin Chen, and never showed a hint of fear.

He has an invincible temperament, and he shot one after another in front of the great magical weapons.

With a few rumbling sounds came.

The heavy cauldron shattered a big hole, the dagger was broken into several knots, the soul of the soul was beaten by a punch, and the arrow became dust in the sky...

With Song Qingshu's successive shots, countless weapons were shattered one by one in the heavens and the earth, breaking the mountains and breaking the sea, terrifying and shocking.

"Report your name!"

Just when Song Qingshu crushed all the weapons that came from him.

Shen Tiejiu's knife finally arrived half a foot in front of Song Qingshu.

Shen Tiejiu felt that this sword should be able to kill Song Qingshu, so he roared proudly.

Song Qingshu's response was very straightforward:

"Song Qingshu!"

Accompanied by Song Qingshu's wild roar was Song Qingshu's sudden punch.

In that punch, there was the unparalleled grandeur of Kun's artistic conception, and the extinguishing breath of thunder and cloud in the sky.

With a bang, the cold iron fairy sword inscribed with the magic pattern in Shen Tiejiu's hand was shattered.

Shen Tiejiu let out a horrible cry and flew backwards, a huge pit collapsed on his chest.

The monk at the gate of the first god, Guanchengkou, saw this scene, so surprised that even his breathing could stop, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Especially when the group of horsemen who had just ignited hope saw this scene, their faces were pale with horror, like a dead person, without a trace of blood.

"How can you be so strong?"

Shen Tiejiu, who fell to the ground, struggled to get up, his vitality trembling.

After vomiting a mouthful of turbid blood, Shen Tiejiu looked at Song Qingshu like a ghost, and said with a trembling tone.

"You are too weak."

Song Qingshu turned thousands of moves into one punch, so in addition to Kunyi Dadao, there were also Thunder Heaven Tribulation and thousands of magic weapons in that punch.

In this way, it had just such a terrifying power.

After throwing such a punch, Song Qingshu's expression turned pale.

But in front of Shen Tiejiu, Song Qingshu still smiled calmly, and said with a smile.

"Ah...Run!"

"We can't win! He is a demon!"

The battle is now.

It can be said that the situation has already fallen on one side, no matter what happens, it is hard to have any suspense.

So the moment Shen Tiejiu fell to the ground, the group of monks who could still stand fled like mourning dogs.

"Want to escape? Dreaming!"

Song Qingshu's mind was shaken, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment.

All the human body treasures excavated during Song Qingshu's three-year conquest were opened by Song Qingshu instinctively.

With a bang, no matter what the blood contains the stars, the bones transforms the dragon, the thought of Daosheng, the word of the earth and the sea, all these kinds of visions, all appear in the void!

Song Qingshu's eyebrows opened sharply, and the nine-color holy light shot straight into the sky, his frontal bone was shining, and the villain of the soul was accompanied by a magical Taoist singing.

This vocal sing splits thousands of feet into the void, and slashes out tens of thousands of feet of sword light.

Puff puff.

In the blade wind, all the remaining cavalry fell to the ground and died, just like a Shura field...

Chapter 543

"Do you have any other means?"

Song Qingshu looked at Shen Tiejiu, who was struggling to support himself and fell to the ground, and sneered coldly, then his eyes returned to indifference, and he opened his lips.

Shen Tiejiu heard this.

I couldn't help but frowned, and for the first time an emotion called panic appeared in the trembling eyes: "Song Qingshu, maybe you have never heard of my name as Dengxian Jiuqi, but it doesn't matter! Stop! You still have time!"

Song Qingshu listened to Shen Tiejiu's murmur, his expression still indifferent, and he strode towards Shen Tiejiu indifferently.

Song Qingshu's soles fell on the ground, making a soft puff.

A muffled sound like a winter thunder blasted in Shen Tiejiu's ears.

Boom!

Shen Tiejiu's face was as pale as paper, and the villain of the soul was trembling, vaguely, the villain of Shen Tiejiu was on the verge of collapse.

Song Qingshu took another step.

Shen Tiejiu's ears were full of thunderous roars, and his soul was covered with cracked roads.

Puff puff.

Song Qingshu took three steps in one breath.

As a result, three dents sank deep on Shen Tiejiu's chest, and the brilliant light on the villain Yuanshen also dimmed.

"roll!"

Song Qingshu looked at Shen Tiejiu, who hadn't smashed into pieces in the sky during his offensive, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he roared.

Hum!

Following Song Qingshu's roar, the void trembled for a while, turbulent.