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When Song Qingshu was washing the aura of the red dust, he used the sky thunder to smelt one million scriptures and turn it into a black and white two-color Tai Chi picture, invincible among the thunder.

As the saying goes, it was once difficult for the sea.

After Song Qingshu mimicked himself into a Taiji diagram, and then looked at these black and white two-color Dao rules, it felt naive to the extreme.

"Do I understand? Then ask if you dare to take my sword!"

When Xuan Qing heard this, the veins on his forehead could not help but roared.

Hum!

After a tremor, the black and white on his peach wood sword became more pure.

The white is as pure as the sun, and the black is as deep as the night, so the two colors of black and white are contaminated with yin and yang, and their power is even greater.

A simple sword pierced two artistic realms of Yin and Yang. The realm of Xuan Qing was stronger than the previous Tumo.

Under the pressure of this sword of yin and yang, Song Qingshu sneered, then let out a sigh of foul air.

In an instant, the soul of Song Qingshu was day, and the body was night.

A yin and yang dilemma that was countless times more profound than the peach wood sword shrouded Song Qingshu.

After the electric flint.

The light on Song Qingshu's body disappeared, and the body soul returned to normal, but the indescribable sense of power still enveloped Song Qing's body for a long time.

boom!

Song Qingshu raised his fist and threw a punch.

In the fist, the rules of the great road flow, the body of the fist is dark as night, and the intent of the fist is as holy as the day. With a punch, the void is broken.

With a light bang, the black and white peach wood sword was broken into countless pieces and turned into a cloud of dust.

With a muffled sound, Xuan Qing's chest broke a big hole, the black and white Taoist suit was shattered into ashes, and the eight channels of the strange meridians on his body broke together.

Song Qingshu had just thrown a punch just now, and he beat this great powerhouse in the No. 1 God's Pass to an inhuman way.

As the thick blood mist dissipated, Xuan Qing's entire body was completely torn apart and shattered in the restaurant.

"Killed! Killed! Tell the soldiers in the city and kill this son!"

Xia Ye watched Xuan Qing's body shatter, and her eyes didn't show any regrets because of the death of the deceased.

On the contrary, she was extremely excited, and finally caught Song Qingshu's murder and murder. She could use this as a threat to take Song Qingshu in one fell swoop and kill it on the spot!

People died in the Feitian Restaurant, and the atmosphere in the restaurant could not be as calm as before, but became noisy beyond control.

"Go and inform the soldiers, there must be a good show here!"

"Walk around, no matter which faction is punished by soldiers, it is only good for us."

Listening to the tumultuous discussion behind him, Song Qingshu glanced behind him indifferently, and then looked around: "Whoever steps out of the restaurant! Kill without mercy!"

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu casually punched out a seal, sealing all the passages in the restaurant, making the restaurant a completely closed space.

"Huh! You think a small seal can stop me from waiting, Song Qingshu, you are too underestimating us!"

As Qingxue said, she sacrificed a space magic talisman and burned the magic talisman. She wanted to use it to tear the void into pieces for herself and go out to meet the soldiers.

However, even if Qingxue's magic talisman burned out, the space around him was still as tough as iron, unshakable even for a moment.

Seeing this, Qingxue frowned in doubt, completely unclear what had happened.

"Don't waste your efforts. This fellow Taoist has long deployed an infinite formation in our Feitian restaurant. Space spells and so on have long expired."

At first, Song Qingshu thought that the man in Chinese clothes was a great threat, smiled lightly, shook the feather fan, and spoke to Qingxue.

The monk with messy hair stood upright and looked at Song Qingshu:

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, this is your business, the little monk just asks too much, but what's your intention when you block the entire restaurant?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu smiled slightly and said to the other strong men in the Feitian Restaurant: "Don't panic, you guys. Song Qingshu always kills only those who should be killed. I will certainly not offend you. Please sit still."

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu turned his head, staring coldly at the monks and others:

"I didn't kill you that day, I only killed you a mount, which has already given you enough face. Since you are so stubborn, then I will kill you!"

The meditation monk frowned, and said fiercely:

"That said, Fellow Song Daoist is going to die with me?"

"Do you really think I'm just seven or eight people!"

Song Qingshu is not afraid:

"No matter how much garbage comes, it's the same!"

Chapter 609

In the confrontation between Song Qingshu and the meditation monk, the atmosphere in the Feitian Restaurant suddenly became extremely solemn.

Everyone is in danger. There are nearly a hundred strong people in the restaurant, but at this time the restaurant is extremely silent, silent, and extremely silent.

Except for a few peerless masters who dare to drink as much as they want.

Everyone else, including the owner of Feitian Restaurant, didn't even dare to take a mouthful of the atmosphere, for fear that they might get involved with these two groups in the next moment.

"Song Qingshu, in fact, I have waited for this day for a long time! Do you think I really only prepared seven or eight people here to kill you?"

The meditation monk patted the jade-carved table into powder with one palm, and looked at Song Qingshu with beautiful eyes, and endless killing intent was brewing in it.

"So?"

Song Qingshu stood proudly, open his lips with incomparable indifference, and did not put the threat of the meditating monk in his eyes.

"Since you are so rampant, then you really can't blame me for waiting too much and cheating less!"

"Friends, come out."

Qingxue looked at Song Qingshu with an indifferent expression, frowned, and then said with her lips quite cold.

Qingxue's words were not so loud, but they were exceptionally crisp, spreading throughout the Feitian Restaurant.

Hear the words.

In every corner of the Feitian Restaurant, on every table, there are extremely powerful strong men standing upright, and then their figure thunderous, breaking through the void and then reaching Song Qingshu's body.

For a time, in the Feitian Restaurant, a total of eighteen people appeared around the meditation monk. They were extremely cold and motionless, looking at Song Qingshu as quietly as Shura.

Feeling the arrival of these eighteen powerhouses, Song Qingshu opened the eyes that had just lighted up, like two lightnings swept over these people.

After that, Song Qingshu still ignored them, closed his eyes again, holding his hands behind him, as if there was no one.

"Hahaha, have you all seen it, it's just the scum of Yihuashen's triple realm, yet so arrogant and arrogant, do you really consider yourself a master in the world?!"

Xia Ye looked at Song Qingshu, laughed a lot, and then said to the eighteen strong men who came to help out.

"Well, I have never liked these self-proclaimed geniuses in my life. Everyone, have you decided how to kill him?"

Qingxue jokingly smiled, and then her eyes were full of cold light, and she turned around and opened her lips to the eighteen people who helped her out.

"I owe Qiu Tianyi a favor... and have to pay it back."

"Along the way, there are too many rumors about this Song Qingshu, I really want to use him to practice swords!"

"Meditation, wait for him to die, and promise me, you can't go back, hehehe."

Eighteen people were pregnant with ghosts, with different intentions.

Nonetheless, each is full of murderous aura, and his eyes are extremely cold, as if he would make a move at any time.

If it weren't for Song Qingshu that had successfully cleansed the aura of the red dust and stepped into the realm of the gods, facing this group of extremely terrifying opponents, he would inevitably have to blood.

"Do you want to bully the less by more?"

Song Qingshu still put his hands behind him, looked at the incomparably powerful opponents in front of him, frowned, and opened his lips indifferently.

The meditation monk nodded, and then he was particularly provocative and joked at Song Qingshu: "What about you!"

"Song Qingshu, kneel down and kowtow, I will give you a happy way to let you die with a decent way."

After listening to the words of the meditation monk.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to say anything, a rather sharp sound came to Song Qingshu's ears.

"Sister Jingxin, you said you want to give him a decent way to die? I want to tell you that this is absolutely not possible!"

Standing in the crowd, Xia Ye shook her head and said with a sneer. She had bright blonde hair and her face was more beautiful than the haze on the horizon.

Called to be Xia Ye, she is as expected.

Qingxue sneered together and said:

"Sister Xia Ye is right! This son has insulted me twice, and now I am waiting for the teacher to mobilize the crowd. Wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him directly!"

"Sister Xia Ye, Brother Qingxue, don't worry, I just talked about it before, how could it be killed with a single sword?"

"If he doesn't torture to the point where his consciousness collapses, how can I be willing?"

The meditation monk flicked the dust, the streamer of the avenue flew away, and then he smiled cruelly.

"It's useless to say more!"

With Qingxue's violent shout, this group of people were holding their own sacred weapons and forcing Song Qingshu.

After the various laws of the Great Dao disappeared, they resurfaced, and the magic weapons of the Megatron World were revived in their hands.

These two dozen people are all the supreme powerhouses in their respective worlds. They come from different ancient worlds. They are famous in the sky, and then they naturally have secret soldiers.

The blood-colored battle clothes stained with the blue sky, the three-section length of the God of War whip, such as the sky-turning seal under the sky, plus the golden giant sword that can tear the sky..., all are brilliant.

There is a murderous aura that is too strong to dissolve and fills the sky above. A battle of life and death will soon begin...

I have to say that if one person acts alone, it may not be a big deal.

But when they were together, they turned into a group of extremely terrifying monks, who could almost rival those in the Divine Light Realm. When they were together, they were very difficult to resist!

"I am now very compassionate and give you a chance to kneel down and kowtow to apologize, crying and begging for forgiveness."

"Afterwards, I will cut off my own cultivation base. Not only will I not kill you, but I can also let you go alive, but you never want to set foot on the ancient road of Dengxian."

Qingxue said plainly, that he was quite immature and very enduring, and now he is even more extraordinary, with a touch of immortality between his gestures.

"So much bullshit! The last words are all finished, right?"

"If you haven't finished speaking, can you talk about the rest slowly in the coffin, don't waste my time here!"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes and asked quite calmly.

Listening to this voice, the meditation monk and others couldn't help but look stagnant.

They have tried their best to humiliate Song Qingshu, trying to disturb his mind.

It’s just that Song Qingshu’s heart is still in his mind, but never thought of this.

This way, it really made the monk meditation and the others chill, and failed to mess up the other's thoughts, which made her a little uneasy.

"Everyone! Let's get together! Massacre this son!"

Qingxue drank violently, while throwing thousands of charms from her sleeve.

Each talisman is engraved with different Dao laws and regulations. When Dao laws flow, the sky trembles, and the power is no different.

Song Qingshu felt the power of breaking the formation hidden in the spell, and guessed that the purpose of Qingxue's sky full of spells was to break his own formation.

At this point, he could not help but frown slightly, and then waved his big sleeves, creating a small world full of mountains and seas with the artistic conception of Kun.

The small world swallows everything in the world, and directly incorporates the meditating monks and others into it, and fights to the death!

Chapter 610

Swipe it.

With Song Qingshu waved his sleeves.