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The whole world seemed to be torn in half, and the sound of the word soared up into the sky, turning into an invisible flying dragon roaring towards Liu Yunxiao.

"Scatter!"

The blue veins on Liu Yunxiao's neck violently, transporting the true vitality inside the foot, roaring and roaring, sounded through the sky, and melted Song Qingshu's supreme Taoist sound.

The invisible flying dragon that roared ferociously was also scattered by Liu Yunxiao's roar.

"The shot is an invisible voice, Liu Yunxiao, you can find me not a weak opponent."

At Liu Yunxiao's side, the unnamed strong man who was also covered by a black robe pulled down the black robe, bared his chest, and said indifferently while looking at Song Qingshu.

"No matter how strong he is, can he beat me and the other three? The identity of the descendant of my blood knife has been revealed today, and I will never let him go!"

Yu Wenyu, who had just been swung into blood with a halberd by Song Qingshu, reorganized his body in the blood and struggled to get up.

The blood-colored long knife formed by the spinal cord in his hand was also put together in a burst of blood, without any damage to the whole body.

And in a vague way, this blood-colored long knife became more sharp and invincible.

"Ding, the system opens the lips, the blood knife inheritor is the inheritor of the blood valley demon clan, the blood valley demon clan is extremely mysterious, usually not revealed to the world."

"The blood knife refers to the most precious demon knife of the blood valley demon clan. The demon knife is passed down from generation to generation, and only one person is passed down from generation to generation. Anyone who possesses a demon knife will have the incorruptible body of King Kong and it is difficult to kill!"

When Song Qingshu was surprised.

In the depths of Song Qingshu's mind, the system prompt sounded suddenly, allowing him to instantly understand its power and mystery.

"The blood knife... Little Doyle."

Song Qingshu glanced at Liu Yunxiao contemptuously, then skipped him directly, disapproving.

After jumping over Yuwenyu, Song Qingshu chose to look at Liu Yunxiao, who had been standing aside, and finally looked at the extra black-robed man.

Song Qingshu's eyes puckered slightly, his expression slightly solemn.

Liu Yunxiao knew what Song Qingshu meant, and shrugged. Feng Qingyun smiled and said, "I know there are many things you want to understand."

"But there are only three things I can tell you now."

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Say!"

Liu Yunxiao sneered, stretched out three fingers, and put one finger away every time he said something: "First, the curse on me has been lifted, and I can leave this damned place and go on the road as a climber!"

"Secondly, I know that I can't deal with you alone, so I have invited a strong foreign aid with great strength!"

"Third, Song Qingshu, you will definitely die here!"

After saying the last thing.

Liu Yunxiao squeezed his right hand heavily, and with a puff, the void was pinched trembling.

Hearing this, Song Qingshu took a serious look at the so-called foreign aid, and the reminder in his mind sounded again: "The island owner in the thirteenth area of ​​the Heroic Battlefield, Black Rosha!"

Liu Yunxiao is so powerful that even a district island owner on the hero battlefield has been invited out.

Being able to invite the island owner, with the island owner's understanding of the heroic battlefield, it is naturally not difficult to take Liu Yunxiao away, and it should even be easy and not enough.

So far.

All of Song Qingshu's questions were solved, and he was no longer curious.

So, for Song Qingshu, what remains is a battle!

"Come to fight!"

Song Qingshu lifted the halberd upside down, fighting to the sky, as if a god is coming to the world, watching Hei Luosha and the others, smiling calmly.

The atmosphere of the First God Pass was instantly heated, and no one thought that a terrifying battle was about to kick off when he was still in the city.

"Stop it all!"

The void was distorted, a vague figure appeared, and the ghost of the city lord of the first divine pass appeared.

The city lord glanced at Liu Yunxiao, with regret for some reason in his eyes.

Then the city lord looked at Song Qingshu again, his lips squirming, and he was about to open it and muttering something.

"My lord, don't hurt me anymore!"

Song Qingshu seemed to have guessed the thoughts of the city lord, frowning, his eyes were slightly cold, and he screamed.

After being choked by Song Qingshu, the city lord had no choice but to shook his head and waved his sleeves after a wry smile. At the highest point of the first pass, a teleportation altar appeared: "The time for teleportation is advanced! All those who are interested in climbing the fairy road are on the road. , Don’t stop for a moment, you fight as you like on the road!"

The voice of the city lord threw to the ground, and many people were shocked, blood surging, heart and blood surging, standing unstable but fighting spirit.

Boom!

The long horn in the first divine pass resounded across the sky, and the horn was vast and distant, calling all the immortal climbers.

A misty radiance flows above the teleportation altar, causing countless strong men to fly away.

"Four of you! At the end, you will be on the teleportation altar again, and if you dare to hurt innocent people, I must strike you alive."

Before the ghost shadow of the city lord dissipated, he uttered such a sentence, and immediately made Liu Yunxiao and the three of them dare not act rashly and had to wait in place.

They were waiting for all the immortal climbers to set foot on the road before they dared to attack Song Qingshu.

"It's a pity that Moru's tea and wine and Moru are waiting for you on the road ahead. Fellow Song, take care!"

It's not like a fairy dress fluttering, dissipating like a cloud, rushing to the teleportation altar.

"Amitabha."

The monk Jiurou nodded to Song Qingshu, and then a Buddha's shadow appeared on his body, and he walked towards the altar with a bright glow.

"Song Qingshu, don't die here! The lives of three hundred foreign races have to be explained!"

The prince Shenxi glared at Song Qingshu coldly, said something viciously, then turned and left.

But for a while, the noisy first Shenguan suddenly became deserted again.

The original inhabitants went back to the mansion, the ghost of the city lord disappeared, leaving a burning altar and Song Qingshu four people in the whole world.

"We should take action, Song Qingshu, do you have any last words?"

Liu Yunxiao took a step, jokingly, and said maliciously to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is not afraid. Three hundred alien races can't help him. What can the three of them treat him if they join hands?

"If you have any last words, you can talk to me, but I don't have a good memory, so I'm just talking about it for nothing."

"So, I suggest you keep your voice shut and come to the fight!"

Song Qingshu swept the halberd out, danced for nine days and wailed and roared with anger!

Chapter 692

Song Qingshu of the first Shenguan.

Black Rosha on the Heroic Battlefield Island.

Yuwenyu of this generation of Yaodao.

Liu Yunxiao of the first Shenguan soldier.

Any one of these four people is terribly big, and their strength is extremely strong.

Now these four people are fighting fiercely at one place, the Taoism is exhausted, and there are thousands of spiritual treasures. The Taoism shines on the sky, and the morning light for nine days has been cut down.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely difficult and terrifying battle.

Black Rosha, who was once the owner of the island of God, is astonishing, and even the commander Liu Yunxiao, is actually a great enemy.

Song Qingshu once hit several times with his fists, and the roar between his fists caused the entire sky to tremble.

As the name suggests, the Black Rosha has uncut black hair, scattered like weeds, and the naked body highlights the strong bronze upper body like a horned dragon.

In Black Luosha's eyes, from time to time, terrible beams that were as sharp as Shura Ghostsha were shot out, and the void collapsed.

The black long stick in his hand pierced the sky and the earth, and every blow was like a round of Uri bombing.

"Of the three, you are the strongest!"

Song Qingshu swept across with the halberd, and violently collided with the black club in Hei Luosha's hand, shining out a handful of sparks, and the void trembled slightly.

In the process of the match against Black Rosha, Song Qing showed an unusually solemn expression in writing and threw out a sentence to express his importance.

"It's no wonder Liu Yunxiao is willing to ask me to come out and kill you with Daofa Yuanpu, Song Qingshu, you really are not a good thing!"

"It can't be argued on the surface level, the strength is extremely strong, and the shot is uncommon."

Hei Luosha's face was solemn, and after a few laughs, he lifted the stick and then called Song Qingshu head on.

Boom!

In the faint brilliance of the teleportation altar, Hei Luosha and Song Qing were like two galaxies, and they faced off fiercely.

Amidst the roar of the rumbling, the two confrontational figures left a ray of light between the sky. The halberd clanged against the iron rod, and two lightning bolts were intertwined with one green and one black.

Every halberd that Song Qingshu swept out smashed Chenhui rays into pieces, coming after nine days of breaking.

Black Luosha pierced the sky with every stick, and the power leaked out shattered the meteor in the icy universe.

The halberd light is sharp and prosperous, and the iron rod is infinitely meaningful. The two are opposite, and the power is overwhelming, like a Changhong piercing the sun!

Yu Wenyu, the descendant of the blood knife, was the weakest among the four, but he was also a remarkable figure.

He was full of blood flowing through his body, holding the blood blade of the spinal cord, the blood blade swept across the world, as brave as a demon.

Light shines from above the teleportation altar.

The light came to the world, swallowing all the four people who were fighting, and sent them all to the 50th pass of Dengxian Road, which is the second god pass.

The four figures just appeared in the middle of the second god level.

After a roar, the unworldly formations in the Second Divine Pass all recovered, resisting Song Qingshu's four with the strongest posture.

But the duel between the four of Song Qingshu was too terrifying. The unworldly magic circle had just started, and many Dao patterns were wiped out in an instant.

"Soldiers, twenty-three swords!"

Song Qingshu waved the halberd horizontally with his right hand, and his left hand trembling fiercely in his empty grip, continuously changing dozens of different powerful sword styles.

Hum!

Song Qingshu used the pure sword intent with the supreme magical powers of the word battle to draw out twenty-three powerful swords.

Twenty-three swords are sharp, dexterous, blunt, soft or hard, long or short, and vary.

The only thing in common is that at this moment they lead to Liu Yunxiao, who is also standing with a halberd!

"Gods and demons dance!"

Liu Yunxiao burned his soul and exploded with the power of moving mountains and seas with both hands. He waved a fantasy-like halberd in the wind and flew all 23 swords.

After the last Dao Sword was smashed by Liu Yunxiao, the flesh and blood at the mouth of the tiger's mouth in Liu Yunxiao's right hand was shattered, and his left palm was directly exploded into foam. The scene was extremely terrifying.

Twenty-three swords headed towards Tianyu, and the meteorite outside the sky was smashed to pieces by the rush of swordsmanship, showing how cruel this battle was.

In addition to Song Qingshu.

The other three people who besieged him were all stained with blood and all wounded, but they were still fighting desperately and fighting blood.

Song Qingshu and others fought happily, but on this road, several of the immortal climbers who had no time to dodge were affected by this battle.

Black Luosha swept down like a mountain, and Song Qingshu turned around like a ghost to avoid it.

But the stick was infinite, and some people under the stick were severely injured as a result, and three immortal climbers who transformed into the gods and seven layers were killed directly on the spot.

The horror of the real battle can be seen from this.

After fighting to this level, there is no right or wrong cause and effect anymore. Song Qingshu and Liu Yunxiao all killed the blood to the point of boiling.

"Who is this person, who is too courageous to fight from the first God pass to the second God pass? Isn't this a precedent for the trial?"

"Who is the one who holds the black gold halberd and fights all directions? One person has never lost the three heroes alone! What a terrible strength, what a terrifying fighting spirit, rare in ancient times!"

Many powerful monks in the Second Divine Pass rushed here, watching the battle while pointing and talking.

"Asshole! All four of you stop!"

"How dare you blaspheme the second sacred pass, test the law with yourselves, and violate the iron rules of Guanzhong. This is a capital crime, and you will be killed without pardon!"