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Immediately, Song Qingshu shook seven fists one after another. The seven fists were mixed with the artistic conception of Kun and the two-color Tai Chi intent of black and white.

In an instant, the Big Dipper fell and exploded into ashes, and then the seven exploded again!

Hum!

The Falling Heaven Seal in Xia Ye's hand grew into a sacred peak, and fell from the sky towards Song Qingshu, crushing the nine heavens and smashing the void.

This Falling Heaven Seal is a treasure of the divine light level of the past. Although it is lacking and no longer in power, it can also crush the sun and the moon and reverse the yin and yang.

however.

Song Qingshu was full of fighting spirit, and his whole body was extremely brilliant with nine colors, and he would directly cover the sun, moon and galaxy with his random shots, shaking down forever.

Song Qingshu was like a god descending into the world, he raised a palm at will and slapped it towards Gao Tian, ​​and then directly struck the Meteorite Seal and flew away with a creak.

Cracked roads appeared on the Meteor Seal, making the damage more serious.

"puff".

Song Qingshu succeeded in hitting his hand, then he slapped a palm at random, swiping across the sky.

With a soft sound, Xia Ye's lower body suddenly shattered into a cloud of blood, which was completely shattered under Song Qingshu's palm.

Xia Ye looked at her incomplete lower body, her face changed horribly, and then she screamed with extreme sorrow.

After the lower body exploded, Xia Ye's upper body flew upside down, with a disheveled hair and a desperate face: "Hurry up and save me! I only have half of my body left!"

Song Qingshu sneered:

"Soon you won't even have half of it left!"

After that, the killing intent on Song Qingshu's body rose to the sky, and the killing intent from the sky hit Xia Ye directly, clearing the place below his head.

It turned into a pool of blood and mud, leaving only one head to fly out obliquely.

"Ahhhhh! Help me!"

Xia Ye only had his head, and the villain of the soul was still there, and there was no danger of death, but he was so scared that he was almost crazy.

The meditation monk who watched this scene couldn't help but stand upside down all over, took the head of the man in his hand, and fled immediately.

Chapter 612

At this time, the meditation monk was calm and indifferent without the initial calm, and his entire face was bloodless, extremely pale.

After smashing Xia Ye with a palm, Song Qingshu still did not stop the pace of killing.

He was like a killing god, arbitrarily shooting among the heroes, and the heroes who died in his hands accumulated one by one.

Everyone glanced at Song Qingshu from a distance, and couldn't help but wonder if they had provoke a demon king who shouldn't have provoke.

"You are all too weak! Not enough to see!"

Song Qingshu roared, and the sound smashed Tianyu into pieces.

Then Song Qingshu got up violently, slaying all directions in anger, and no one could stand beside Song Qingshu.

The monstrous killing intent on Song Qingshu's body is endless, and when he shoots, it is a two-color Taiji picture.

Taiji Tu flows naturally in the sky, crushing the infinite void between circulation, and killing one party.

His second shot was another god-breaking sword, smashing Tianyu into pieces, smashing thousands of mountains and smashing the vast land with one sword.

Song Qingshu swallowed thousands of miles of anger, and opened his mouth with a clear whistle. The clear whistle contained the profound mystery of the word battle.

Hum!

Hum!

Hum!

Several metal quavering cracked Tianyu.

The quadrangular heavy tripod carrying the mountains and stars appeared and smashed at a monk with the blood of ancient bulls.

Its horns shattered and wailed.

The quaint big clock engraved with ancient totems soared into the sky, Zhong Bo waved slowly, and Shen Yun was directly driven away by the sound of this clock wave.

Everything was gone as the bell passed, and the mountains thousands of miles away turned into dust!

clang!

The sound of the bell wave shook into a cultivator, and the strong men in the front shattered directly and the blood mist drifted away.

The unworldly great demon who practiced magic power was suppressed by the seven-story Buddha pagoda and transformed into a Buddha.

All of a sudden.

Obviously, the most dominant meditation monk and other generations were killed by Song Qingshu and had no temper, and there was no way to compete with them.

"Too weak! Can't you let me have fun again?"

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and shook the void fiercely.

With a puff, the void violently shattered into thousands of fragments, and a terrifying monk who was in the shape of electricity was alive and settled in the void.

Immediately after Song Qingshu flicked his fingers, the monk was crushed into a pool of blood, splashed with brain and blood, and the dense white bones turned into dust.

"Song Qingshu! Hugh is arrogant!"

"Roar!"

A monk with a lion head roared at Song Qingshu, the mighty sound wave knocked down the long bell, and then went straight to Song Qingshu's mind.

This is a kind of terrifying killer move specifically aimed at the primordial spirit. With a sound, the sky will tremble. If it is trained to great success, it will fall into the sun and the moon with a scream.

Listening to this roar, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling like a glow on his back, his scalp numb, and he was rather unhappy.

"Asshole!"

Immediately, Song Qingshu's eyes opened in anger, and the Yuanshen villain stepped out with the haze of the avenue, and roared in the roar of the lion.

boom!

Since the lion clan powerhouse, who is famous for its roar, was roared to death, the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed and the villain of the soul became ashes.

If the lion clan powerhouse roared and trembled.

Then Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain can definitely be regarded as a roar!

Under the anger of the villain, the mountains and valleys in the artistic conception of Kun turned into dust in the sky.

The mountains that were originally extremely handsome are now ruined like white paper, and thousands of seas and rivers are roared to the limit of evaporation.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain is like a demon lord who has crossed the boundary, and a few random anger is the Yuanshen's big killer move.

The souls of the strong men in the sky roared to pieces, and then they fell one after another, like dumplings in the water, blood dripping down from the sky, shocking.

At this time, Song Qingshu was flying wildly, and his fighting spirit came out into the sky, standing under the sky like a god, and invincible like a demon.

Song Qingshu's powerful soul at this time.

Now that it is so powerful, Song Qingshu no longer needs to follow the laws of the Great Way.

He only needs to slap a simple punch, which is enough to break a monk who has been in the realm of transforming gods for a long time.

"Song Qingshu! Stop! I am willing to leave the meditation monk and others, and no longer be an enemy of you!"

"Stop it! I can provide you with compensation and give you whatever you want. Please don't do anything to me again!"

At this time, half an hour had passed since Zhancai had left. Someone stopped and no longer rushed to Song Qingshu. Instead, they screamed and fleeed while begging for mercy.

"You all come back to me!"

Qingxue looked at the other monks who had fled in embarrassment, her heart sank, she began to panic and yelled very angry.

"You guys, what Jingxin promised you will definitely not go back. At this time, I also ask you to help Jingxin."

The meditation monk held Xia Ye's head in his hands, his face became extremely pale, and he looked at the other powerful men who kept fleeing from above the sky and shouted.

Although the meditation monks are extremely beautiful, many monks here are here to try their favor.

However, life is still important at this time, and no one looks back under her voice.

A quarter of an hour ago, there was still an invincible Dengxian Alliance, but at this time it had already been smashed into an army. This shows how terrifying Song Qingshu is.

Let this group of monks beg for mercy.

This cruel killing continues.

"Kill me if you want to come and kill me, run for your life if you want to escape."

"If you really let your temperament be foolish, wouldn't anyone be able to step on my feet?"

"Pay the price!"

After Song Qingshu whispered a few times, he turned into an afterimage and stepped down to the thunder.

With a bang, Song Qingshu broke into the fleeing crowd like a human-shaped flood dragon, and began to shoot as much as he wanted without leaving any room.

Millions of scriptures emerge in the black and white two-color Tai Chi picture, and the laws of the great avenues rise and fall, as if there are millions of gods sitting in it.

Between Song Qingshu's hands and feet, the black and white two-color Taiji pictures flowed naturally, and an indescribable sense of strength emerged.

Among the millions of gods, Song Qingshu is the most powerful God of War, and all the millions of gods worship, no one dares to refuse.

Booming, every time Song Qingshu makes a move, there must be a powerful person in the transformation of the gods to be killed. For a while, the blood rain falls on the sky, and the white bones fly into the void, like opening the door of hell.

"Forgive me, I am wrong, I shouldn't be greedy for beauty, be deceived by the meditating monk, come to siege you, please give me a chance!

A monk was overtaken by Song Qingshu, and his face was as pale as snow, so he kept asking Song Qingshu for mercy and almost knelt there.

"Opportunity? Yes."

"I'll give it to you in my next life!"

Song Qingshu was indifferent and ruthless, and after a joking smile, he shot directly, shaking his fingers, and a blood flower bloomed on his forehead.

The monk's expression of horror solidified, and he fell directly into a pool of blood, unable to die again.

Chapter 613

"Don't be afraid, everyone, I will definitely not let this son continue to be so arrogant!"

Qingxue watched the entire battle from the absolute advantage dumping Zhang's absolute disadvantage, she couldn't help frowning, and roared with rage.

After saying this, Qingxue bit through the tongue coating in her mouth and forced out a few grains of blood with great perseverance, causing the blood to suspend in the air, and then blended into the bloody red suit.

Get nourishing essence and blood.

The bloody battle clothes suddenly became even more coquettish and bright red, and the strong wind blew, the battle clothes suddenly wandered like a remnant cloud on the horizon.

"Go! Suppress the demons!"

Following Song Qingshu's remarks, the bloody battle clothes floated in the sky, and then crashed down towards Song Qingshu.

The blood suit is not big, only one arm is broad, but it has the power of covering the sky and the sun, making people breathless.

Song Qingshu raised his head and glanced at the blood-colored jersey, his brows frowned slightly, he felt that the jersey was a quasi-sacred light-level fairy weapon, which was extremely terrifying.

When Song Qingshu was determined to move away, avoiding the encirclement of the battle suit, with a rumbling, thousands of threads of law of the road hung down on the blood-colored battle suit.

The law is as thin as a thread, and when twisted together, it turns into a chain of order.

The chains of the gods are intertwined and overlapped, emerging under the sky, and there is a particularly dazzling brilliance on it, as if cast from nine-color god iron, bright and dazzling, moving towards Song Qingshu's suppression.

"Somewhat weird, this scarlet suit seems more difficult to deal with than I thought?"

Song Qingshu looked at the blood-colored jersey that was about to tear the eternal blue sky, frowning, and then turned his palm into yin and yang, and patted the blood-colored jersey.

Boom!

An extremely terrifying huge pit was sunken on the blood-colored battle clothes, and a soft sound of the silk thread being pulled off came from the clothes.

However, despite this, the blood-colored battle clothes never shattered into ashes, as if a sea of ​​blood boiled endlessly, falling straight down, with the aura of destroying everything.

"Somewhat interesting!"

Song Qingshu sneered coldly, and immediately underneath him a black and white two-color Tai Chi picture student. The million classics in the Taiji picture were Song Qingshu's million kill moves.