Chapter 301

Song Qingshu squatted slightly and walked steadily.

Song Qingshu's left hand grasped the handle of the purple blood soft sword, and his right hand firmly against the handle.

The sword power is infinite. He stabbed the elder of Heiyu evil sect in the chest. It only takes another tenth of a breath.

The purple blood soft sword will directly penetrate the chest of the great elder of the black feather evil sect and directly pierce his heart!

Then song Qingshu would turn the purple blood soft sword hard and directly shake the heart of the three strong Yuan Ying into pieces.

Unfortunately.

One tenth of a breath may blink in the eyes of ordinary people.

But this time is enough for a strong Yuanying!

"Black shield!"

It's between the electro-optic flint.

The elder of the black feather evil sect gave a fierce shout, and in the twinkling of an eye he propped up an ink shield.

He separated his chest from the blade of song Qingshu.

Crackling

Song Qingshu's sword edge was tightly against the black shield of the great elder of Heiyu evil sect, and a burst of sparks splashed between them.

Illuminate the deep black eyes of song Qingshu.

There are stars shining in it.

More Than This.

Between the two, the roar of Zhenyuan kept rolling, shaking countless turtle cracks on the floor of the whole challenge arena.

See so.

Among all the people on the eight diagrams, except the Lord of reincarnation, it is still a cold and subtle that has not changed for thousands of years.

The faces of the others changed again and again, pale with incredible fear.

"Lord of Fengjian mountain villa, what is the name of this sword just written by song Qingshu?"

"It's as quiet as charm and as cold as thunder. There's nowhere to find it when you take it. When you see it, you're dead..."

The valley master of Tangmen looked at the sword that song Qingshu had just, and asked himself if he could not stop it.

In his fear, he seemed to forget the argument with the leader of Fengjian mountain villa at the beginning and asked.

The leader of Fengjian mountain villa was silent for a long time:

"It's really just the simplest way to kill the enemy. It's extremely simple, but the sword power is not under me."

The ancestor of Pengshan was stunned and sighed:

"I'm dead."

The valley leader of Tangmen also sighed:

"I'm dead, too."

They're not talking in their dreams.

If song Qingshu is against him, I'm afraid he'll be here at most.

Then he fell under this amazing sword.

The Lord of reincarnation whispered:

"Song Qingshu, you shouldn't have this skill..."

Song Qingshu tried his best to insert the purple blood soft sword into the black shield.

Then directly through the chest of the great elder of Heiyu evil sect!

"Song Qingshu, you are too weak and your blade is too blunt. Such a sword can't kill me!"

"Hahaha, in the final analysis, you are just a weak golden elixir with no means!"

The big elder of Heiyu evil sect kept disturbing song Qingshu's mood with words while holding his protective shield.

Trying to distract song Qingshu.

At that time, I will directly reach out and crush song Qingshu's throat to draw an end to this farcical battle.

However, listening to the ridicule of the elder of the black feather evil sect, song Qingshu was not angry.

He didn't even reply to the elder of Heiyu evil sect.

Song Qingshu became more calm, like a lone wolf about to prey.

Then he raised his hand just against the hilt and patted it hard.

Pop!

Song Qingshu's palm is like a hammer, and unimaginable power runs through the purple blood soft sword.

Directly stabbed on the black shield, and then there was a crisp sound and a spark.

"Elder, go to hell!"

With a roar, song Qingshu gathered all his strength on his wrist and stabbed him hard.

The elder of Heiyu evil sect felt it.

In an instant, he broke the shield around him.

The figure retreated like a ghost.

Reach out and hold it in the air.

He devoted all his cultivation to hold the middle part of the purple blood soft sword.

As long as he holds the middle of the purple blood soft sword, he won't be stabbed to death.

The blade of purple blood soft sword made a harsh friction sound in his hand.

Sparks splashed out of his palm.

The temperature caused by friction evaporated the blood in his hands and produced blood mist bursts.

Song Qingshu continued to send the sword forward, and his body was full of vitality.

Purple blood soft sword went on among the elders of Heiyu evil sect and stabbed into his chest.

In the twinkling of an eye.

The eyes of the elder of the black feather evil sect were suddenly gloomy, like a black hole.

There was only a roar.

The purple blood soft sword and the spark on his palm instantly disappeared.

In the reincarnation arena, the Yin wind is making great efforts, and the star floor tiles are completely smashed, dancing with the Yin wind.

The feet of the great elder of the black feather evil sect stepped into the floor like iron pillars, and they plowed out two very deep gullies.

If the arena is not made of stars, it will directly crack the earth with this impact.

The blade of purple blood soft sword had pierced his chest, leaving a deep wound, from which countless blood flowed.

The elder of Heiyu evil sect pulled out the blade with all his strength, and then threw it out with song Qingshu holding the sword.

"Hahaha, song Qingshu, look, you didn't kill me, did you?"

The elder of Heiyu evil sect paused a little and stopped the still surging blood with his strength.

Then he looked up at Song Qingshu, who had lost some strength, and said with a wild smile.

Song Qingshu got up with difficulty, raised the blade and pointed at the elder of Heiyu evil sect:

"You have a hole in your chest and a wound in your hand."

"And I'm unharmed. In this case, you won't die now. It's not far away!"

The elder of Heiyu evil sect shook his head coldly when he heard the speech:

"Your sword just now has exhausted your strength. Now you are just cattle and sheep to be slaughtered!"

"In order to block your sword, although I have done all my cultivation in ten years."

"But as long as I can kill you, it's worth it!"

Song Qingshu nodded and motioned him to agree with the elder of the evil sect.

"It seems that you agree with me, so don't let us waste our time."

"Song Qingshu, I will remember you!"

Seeing song Qingshu's nod, the elder couldn't help hanging a morbid smile on his face.

Then the big old man of the black feather evil sect came like a ghost.

Holding a black steel sword from nowhere, he stabbed Song Qing directly at the written door.

Just then.

The space behind song Qingshu suddenly fluctuated, and the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly disordered, as if a thunder had exploded in the dark cloud.

The elder of Heiyu evil sect took a closer look.

A hill like hell platform has rushed in front of him.

In a hurry, he stabbed his strongest sword at the hell platform:

"The remnant Wuxiao sky!"

The body of the black steel sword turned into a heroic God black and roared away at the hell platform.

Dang!

Boom!

With a metal blast.

The black steel sword is broken.

Then came another muffled noise.

The elder of Heiyu evil sect vomited blood and flew like a broken string kite and fell heavily on the arena.