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"what……"

One by one, killing dragons tumbling in the crowd, they smashed several people as soon as Xuanwu.

Suddenly, screams and wailing sounded endlessly. Who would have thought that it was only a night to siege Song Qingshu, but now it is like purgatory?

The vitality grinding disc revolved, chopping one flesh after another into foam, the scarlet blood turned into Koizumi, and the pale brains fell from the sky.

This night.

There are too many people trying to attack Song Qingshu. Originally Song Qingshu thought there were only more than three hundred people, but now it is only forced to eight hundred.

If Song Qingshu hadn't prepared the formation in advance and ran into these 800 top masters, even if he could win, he would be injured and quite embarrassed.

But now.

Among the more than 800 people who came in, no one was able to escape from the battlefield, and all of them faced massacre.

Song Qingshu, however, just watched with high spirits, this battlefield was like an ancient battlefield.

Hundreds of dead corpses were piled up here, blood was flowing, the earth was scarlet, a pungent fishy smell was rising, and blood mist lingered.

In Song Qingshu's standing formation, the lingering blood mist dyed Ye Fan's hair red, which showed that the battle was fierce.

"Song Qingshu, you are committing evil, these eight hundred are all powerful people on Dengxian Road, too many people have died..."

When Song Qingshu slaughtered the Quartet, a meaningful sigh from the city lord reached Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu shrugged, wondering whether he was comforting the city lord or he said with a little determination: "It doesn't hurt to die more."

"Since I have chosen to kill and be a Shura, then I cannot stop, and I don't need to be soft-hearted. Once I strike, I will kill all!"

"Hey!"

Song Qingshu bowed his bow and set an arrow, aiming at the incarnation of the wine and meat monk who was anchored by him.

After a long tremor, the blood arrow pierced through the void like a sky-shaking rainbow.

"puff."

The Taoist priest turned into a monk of wine and meat is inevitable. Song Qingshu's arrow is extremely strong, and it hits his abdomen.

After a bang, the spirit of the wine and meat monk cracked and his limbs were broken.All his powers disappeared.

This Taoist incarnation still has countless trump cards yet to be played, but Song Qingshu's shot was an arrow!

"Ah...Song Qingshu, you bastard. How dare you shoot me? Do you know who I am?"

The Taoist incarnation of the Jiurou monk is closely related to the real body of the Jiurou monk, and the two are closely related.

Now Song Qingshu made a fierce move, abolished his cultivation with one arrow, and made him look desperate.

The primordial spirit is cracked, the limbs are afraid of waste, and the divine power is withered, even if it is an incarnation, it will greatly damage the wine and meat monk.

It is very possible that after tonight, the body will never set foot on the path of spiritual practice.

One thought ends here.

The Taoist priest was even more angry:

"You are so cruel... I must tell the people ahead and break your body into pieces!"

Song Qingshu was threatened, did not rush, put the bow and arrow away, sneered and asked: "Who are you? Are you a stinky Taoist tonight?"

"An unidentified Taoist priest. How to liquidate me? Even if you become a monk tomorrow, I don't admit it, what can you do with me?"

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu put out a big hand, and Kunpeng phantom condensed on this palm of Song Qingshu. Since Kunpeng's fist, Kunpeng spread his wings and bombarded thousands of miles.

"hateful!"

The Jiurou monk was furious, urging his whole body to wave the whisk, and half a zhang of the whisk came towards Song Qingshu like a galaxy.

Click!

Kunpeng Xuying slammed into this galaxy, and there was a clear sound.

The dust was broken, turned into dust and scattered, and the Taoist body was shattered and turned into a pool of blood. His soul dissipated and was directly obliterated.

After Song Qingshu killed the enemy with a punch, he further urged the killing formation to reap the lives of the immortal climbers in the formation even more mercilessly.

In this Asura field, Song Qingshu opened his eyebrows, and carefully searched for the whereabouts of the saints in the chaos.

"The Son of the Alien King Wanmu? Well, it really is him."

Song Qingshu looked at a burly figure in the crowd, smiled coldly, and said indifferently.

At this time, the Son of Wanmu couldn't bother to cover his whereabouts, and saw his whole body scales exposed, like a fierce beast, trampled on everyone's corpses and rushed outward.

"As expected to be a king of foreign races, it is really ferocious at any time, it is amazing!"

Song Qingshu joked to himself, with a cold expression.

Immediately, Song Qingshu walked towards the Son of All Eyes, and now, no matter who it is, as long as he is in the killing formation, he is doomed to death.

Chapter 747

The Son of All Eyes is covered with golden scales, clearly in human form, but at this moment, it is like a fierce spirit, stepping on the bodies of other immortal climbers and impacting outward.

If the human race resisted him on his way forward, he would be smashed into pieces and trampled directly to death, extremely arrogant.

"As expected to be the king of a foreign race, he is really arrogant!"

Song Qingshu was indifferent and opened his lips. Although the tone was a little joking, Song Qingshu seemed particularly indifferent when he said this, just like ice.

As early as when this formation was laid down, Song Qingshu had already decided that no matter who it was, anyone who dared to come and step into this formation was bound to die.

"Die me!"

Song Qingshu's eyes were indifferent, and he opened his eyes and moved his thoughts, urging the formation to provoke endless blood to sweep towards the Son of All Eyes.

After hearing only a loud noise.

The tall and mighty body of the Son of All Eyes suddenly shattered, the golden scales fell off, the body was directly torn apart, and the limbs were separated.

but.

Although the injury was extremely serious, there were divine power fluctuations on the body of the Son of All Eyes, but no blood was splashed, just like a puppet clone.

"It's the incarnation again. It seems that the body has never been sent out like the wine and meat monk."

"Before the body arrives, the avatar is already so powerful, it's simply stronger than the last one, which is impressive."

Looking at the divine power fluctuations on the Wanmu Shengzi.

Song Qingshu's eyes widened between the eyebrows and the sky opened, shooting out a nine-color brilliance, and instantly understood the tricky place of the son of Wanmu.

This Son of Ten Thousand Eyes was indeed extremely cautious, and he did not show up when the battle for the treasure was in full swing.

Now, even if it is to grab Song Qingshu's treasure, it is only to separate an incarnation, come here to observe.

But even if the avatar is cut here, the body will inevitably suffer a great loss of vitality, at least the realm will regress, and at worst, it will die.

"Friends, wait, I am the Son of All Eyes."

"Although there is a small friction between my alien race and you, it is not impossible to mediate..."

The Son of All Eyes was unwilling to be incarnate and die, and showed his true face at the last moment, with a flattering and helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, hoping to avoid death.

"Little thief, it's okay to come here boldly to take my precious treasure, but still dare to pretend to be the Son of Ten Thousand Eyes? It's a jerk, cut!"

Before the Son of All Eyes finished speaking of the pleading, Song Qingshu frowned and sternly interrupted his words.

A word was cut out, and a lightning mountain shook out from the formation pattern. The mountain slammed into the Son of Ten Thousand Eyes, directly crushing him into fly ash, and died.

...

now.

The blood was soaking up here, the stumped limbs were all over the floor, and the killing intent was endless, like a vast ocean, surging and surging.

After Yi Nian killed the incarnation of the Wanmu Shengzi, Song Qingshu opened his heavenly eyes and patrolled around, hoping to take this opportunity to get rid of the hidden dangers first.

When Song Qingshu looked from a distance, he could clearly see a blood-colored grinding disc formed by the condensation of the vitality of heaven and earth in this formation.

The grinding disc rolled, crushing the flesh bodies of the immortal climbers one after another in the formation, and scarlet blood and pale pulp were scattered all over the ground.

Countless people howled in pain under the control of terror, calling for help.

However, the millstone transformed by the vitality is still rolling, continuously reaping lives, this scene is terrifying.

There was blood flowing in the place where Song Qingshu stood.

The blood accumulated too much, and a thick layer of blood mud was accumulated on the ground. This is like a purgatory on earth, an extremely bloody scene.

"I found you, Saint Nangong!"

In the Asura field, Song Qingshu's face was not wavering, he was extremely indifferent and did not waver at all.

Tongtiandao's eyes swept over, Song Qingshu fixed his gaze somewhere, and then his eyes became cold.

Among the crowd, Song Qingshu once again saw the saint who should have been beautiful.

Among the saints and saints who attacked Song Qingshu, the most vicious was the saint of Nangong who seemed the most holy.

That extremely yin and absolute water almost dissolved Song Qingshu's body. In terms of the harshness of the shot, this Nangong Saintess is truly the best.

Today, the Nangong Saintess is really unobtrusive, with a disheveled hair, wearing a fur coat and a hat on her head like a countryman.

Like a busker, carrying a purple gourd on his back, holding a rotten wooden cork, stepping on someone else's corpse in a very low-key manner, head down, dodging.

"Bing Zi Jue, Great Dragon Sacred Sword!"

"Chang!"

With a soft sound, Song Qingshu drew the Great Dragon Sacred Sword from the void with the word of war.

Holding a big dragon sword in his hand, he stepped forward, walking forward in a swift manner.

Ling Yu's sword aura lingered around him, he walked freely in the formation like a sword fairy.

"Saint, long time no see."

In just a few steps, Song Qingshu had already walked two or three miles and came to the front of the Nangong Saintess, holding the sword upside down, with a kind smile on his face.

"You got the wrong person!"

The voice of Nangong Saintess was rough, and she lowered the hat with her fingers. Such self-deception is naturally extremely naive.

Song Qingshu laughed:

"The Nangong sage is as beautiful as a fairy. Yunbo Xianlin misses her very much and is faintly tempted. It is disappointing and disgusting to think that she likes to be an ugly man."

Song Qingshu punishes the heart every word, and the Nangong saint who is very amateur in the robber industry is directly angered, and her voice becomes more flexible: "You guy..."

"Om!"

Song Qingshu didn't say much any more, and when he mentioned the Great Dragon Sacred Sword, he was mentioning a mountain.

Filed.

Cut it off!

The Great Dragon Sacred Sword directly shattered the sky like a collapsed mountain, smashing through the sky, unstoppable!

"clang!"

Song Qingshu violently threw out the sword and hacked it down heavily, suddenly and almost outrageously.

The Saintess of Nangong didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and hurriedly raised the rotten cork in her hand to meet her. The chaotic light flashed on the cork and shot towards the Great Dragon Sacred Sword.

The two fought in the void, making a world-destroying sound, deafening, and several ordinary climbers died directly, bleeding in their ears.

"Boom!"

Song Qingshu's big dragon sword smashed the chaotic brilliance, focusing on the rotten wooden cork of the saint of Nangong.

After only hearing a muffled noise, the Nangong Saintess flew upside down, hit the bloody ground heavily, knocked out a deep pit, and spurted blood in the pit.

The Saintess of Nangong was almost killed in the pattern, and being able to hold it here was already extremely remarkable, and her vitality had already been severely injured.

The previous fight with Song Qingshu was already at the end of the battle, and it was just desperately supporting it.

However, the rotten cork in the hands of the Saintess of Nangong was really scary.