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Obviously she didn't try to urge this thing, but cracked Song Qingshu's Great Dragon Sacred Sword, which felt incredible.

"Very good saint, but what about you this time?"

"brush!"

Song Qingshu raised the cracked Great Dragon Sacred Sword, and when he raised the sword too far, he was about to strike.

In the eyes of Saint Nangong, Song Qingshu is now the spokesperson of Death, and the sickle is coming...

Chapter 748

"Chang!"

Song Qingshu stood in the void holding the big dragon holy sword, and then strode forward, walking freely in the perfect formation pattern of the pseudo-emperor level, "Om!"

He talked about the Great Dragon Sacred Sword as if he was swaying a ridge through the sky. The Great Dragon Sacred Sword was raised, and the sky was shattered.

The dragon sword cut out, directly smashed the high sky, shattered the sky, and the force was extremely heavy.

"clang!"

There was a metal explosion from the sky, and Song Qingshu burst out his sword, and slashed it heavily in the sky, like an axe in the sky.

The Nangong Saintess was already injured in the circle, and it was the end of the crossbow.

Under Song Qingshu's strong shot, Nangong Saintess screamed, and then hurriedly responded with the rotten cork in her hand.

A terrifying golden dragon phantom erupted from the dragon sword, but chaotic light flickered on the rotten wooden cork.

The two fought against each other, and once again there was a deafening sound in the sky, which was several times more dull than the tremor of Winter Thunder, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Boom!"

The Nangong Saintess lost to the enemy, flew upside down like a broken string kite, hit the ground hard, smashed into a deep pit, and spurted blood in the pit.

"It seems that you are going to end it, Nangong Saintess, let me end your epic life."

"brush!"

Song Qingshu stepped forward, raising his sword in the void once again, and the dragon sword and its sword light were about to connect with the thick dark clouds in the sky.

At this time, Yi Jian lifted up, it was as thick as a mountain, and it was terrifying!

"No! Fellow Song Dao, you can't kill me!"

The Saintess of Nangong screamed sharply. She knew her state. At this time, she was definitely not suitable for a big battle and could only ask for mercy.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Song Qingshu held up the sword, with a joking smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the saint of Nangong who was kneeling on the ground, opened his lips and said.

"Song Daoyou, you are right. When I was in Yunbo Immortal Forest, I even toasted you. I am the Nangong Saintess..."

The Saintess of Nangong broke through the aura of the avenue that lingered on her face, revealing her worldly beauty, although it was only a moment, like a white horse passing by.

But the skin is like fat, with red lips and white teeth, even Song Qingshu has to sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, it really is you."

Song Qingshu grinned and his expression suddenly became much more kind.

Seeing Song Qingshu's smile, Nangong Saintess seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "It is...Song Daoyou, then you can let me go now..."

Before Nangong Saintess had finished speaking, Song Qingshu had already interrupted her with a single word, and shouted: "What about you? Now, I don't even know if you are true or not!"

"Take ten thousand steps and say, I don't care who you are, and if you dare to kill me for treasure, then you must be prepared to die!"

Song Qingshu spoke out and shouted, not to give Nangong Saintess a chance to speak, otherwise.

If the Saintess of Nangong is really allowed to prove her identity, and then Song Qingshu kills again, there will be no small trouble in the future.

"Qiang"!

"Qiang"!

The Great Dragon Sacred Sword that Song Qingshu held in his hands was heavier than the Shenfeng Mountain, and every time it was cut, it would spit out blood from the Nangong Sage.

"Song Daoyou..."

"do not!"

Saint Nangong opened her mouth while vomiting blood, trying to say something, but she didn't even have a chance.

Song Qingshu's shot was extremely cruel and decisive.

The saint of Nangong felt.

Had it not been for the chaotic aura of the rotten cork in her hand, and the purple gold gourd she carried was really terrifying, and always saved her life at a critical moment, then she had already been beheaded.

"These darlings of heaven and earth, saint children from all walks of life have their own great opportunities."

"If the Saintess of Nangong had been severely injured by the killing array, if she were to be killed, it would really cost a lot of money."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, facing the horror of the rotten cork and the purple gold gourd, even he felt a little bit tricky.

"All of this should be over, Nangong Saintess, getting acquainted with each other is also fate, now it's my turn to send you on the road!"

In the end, Song Qingshu's Ling Xu swept out with a sword, and the blue veins on his arm bulged like a dragon, and the force was so great that it was frightening.

When Song Qingshu turned the Great Dragon Sacred Sword, the body of the sword was actually bent down, as if it were about to break.

"No!"

Nangong Saintess screamed, but it was of no avail, and she could only watch Song Qingshu's dragon sword violently slash.

"puff!"

Song Qingshu slashed out with a violent sword, bringing out a hundred-zhang sword light, and the sword directly cut off the head of the Saintess of Nangong, and the blood rushed more than three meters high.

In a different part of his body, his death was extremely bleak and sad.

The headless body of the saint of Nan Gong fell in a pool of blood.

A primordial spirit emerged from the head of the saint of Nangong, trying to escape.

Song Qingshu swung another dragon sword, and instantly split the soul who wanted to escape into two!

"what……"

Nangong Saintess Yuanshen was damaged, and she let out a terribly unwilling roar: "Song Qingshu! I will kill you, even if you kill me here, you will never survive..."

"Windy, die for me!"

"puff!"

Song Qingshu gave a mocking curse, and then raised the sword again and chopped it down. The primordial spirit immediately collapsed, causing the generation of saints to be destroyed in form and spirit, and the body spirit to ashes.

Song Qingshu's killing was decisive, he didn't want to give Nangong Saintess a chance to roar out, and prevent her from violating her identity.

"You are just dead in vain when you die. What Saintess of Allure is now just a passerby!"

Song Qingshu stood with the blood-drenching dragon holy sword, and the blade plunged into the ground. He was not angry or happy, and was silent like a war god with no mood swings.

But very powerful...

Song Qingshu's Great Dragon Sacred Sword only wielded a few counts before beheading the Nangong Saintess.

Turning his head and divine consciousness into ashes, the whole person was finally left with a headless corpse spewing blood on the neck.

The life of a generation of saints ended here. Originally, this Nangong saint was likely to become the supreme saint king of true god level.

But today she has come to the end of the path of spiritual practice, becoming the dust of history, but it will be forgotten how long.

It can be expected.

In the short time after this, the entire Second Divine Pass is bound to fall into a great chaos.

After all, this is from Song Qingshu to the Second God Pass, the first saint of the great world to be killed, with the background of the saint of Nangong, it will inevitably cause a big wave!

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly, and didn't want to think about it anymore. Deng Xian could get more and more lively all the way, which was also a good thing for his practice.

"Come!"

Song Qingshu stretched out his right palm, and a burst of strong attraction erupted from the palm of his palm, and received the rotten cork and purple golden gourd left by the saint of Nangong just now.

"No matter what great luck you have, didn't it make me cheaper in the end?"

Song Qingshu looked at the half-human gourd in his hand and smiled indifferently.

Chapter 749 Purple Gold Red Gourd

There is nothing surprising about the rotten cork pinched between Song Qingshu's fingers, and there are even traces of insect bites on it.

It seemed that the entire rotten wooden cork seemed to be about to rot, without a trace of weapons.

Even if it was thrown on the ground of the Second Divine Pass, Song Qingshu believed that no one would pick it up.

but.

It is such a very inconspicuous rotten wood cork, but it bursts with extremely terrifying chaotic light.

The chaotic light can even directly crack Song Qingshu's Great Dragon Sacred Sword, which is so powerful that it has repeatedly resolved the distress of the Nangong Saintess.

Song Qingshu held the rotten wood plug in his hand, feeling light and light, like carrying a straw, without much weight.

It seems that Song Qingshu can squeeze the rotten cork into powder with a slight pinch. There is really nothing special about it.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Song Qingshu vigorously shook his fingers on the rotten wooden cork, and three consecutive soft sounds came from the rotten wooden cork.

Song Qingshu knew that this was a hollow sound, and instantly realized that the rotten wooden cork turned out to be rotten wood hollow.

"Is it just rotten wood?"

"How can the chaotic aura spit out from the dead wood?"

Song Qingshu murmured, and then the fingers of his right hand holding the rotten cork slowly exerted force, trying to break it in half.

However, no matter how hard Ren Song Qingshu put on it, he couldn't break it. The texture of this rotten cork was so hard that it was unexpected.

"boom!"

Song Qingshu held the rotten wooden cork, moved his mind and waved it out at will.

After a light trembling of "Om", the radiance gushing out of the rotten wooden cork in front of Song Qingshu hewed a big black hole alive.

Countless chaotic rays of light gushing out from the rotten wood cork, shooting into the big black hole.

"What a treasure is this? It's so powerful, much more powerful than the Great Dragon Sacred Sword!"

Song Qingshu looked at the rotten wooden cork in amazement, shaking his head, and exclaiming.

This seemingly ordinary rotten wood cork can actually emit chaotic light, and the chaotic aura is invincible.

With this alone, the rotten cork can be called a fetish.

After testing the rotten cork, Song Qingshu lifted up the big purple gourd that had just been picked from the back of the Nangong Saintess.

Although Song Qingshu didn't know its use, Song Qingshu knew that this purple gold gourd must also be a rare secret treasure.

Not to mention the purple gold gourd itself, just the extremely cloudy water in the gourd can be called invaluable.

Extremely yin and absolutely water is the water of death, a terrifying existence taken out of the world of Huangquan by the saint of Nangong.

According to legend, this extremely yin and absolutely water can dissolve the body of a person with strong divine light, and can even harm the soul.

"Hey, this rotten wood cork... isn't it the stopper of this big purple gourd!"

Song Qingshu looked at Zijin Gourd for a moment, and saw the abnormality at a glance.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stuffed the rotten wooden cork in his left hand toward the Zijin gourd.

As a result, the two were closely intertwined, the rotten cork just blocked the mouth of the purple gold gourd, the cork and the gourd mouth became one.