Chapter 334

Song Qingshu looked at the Heavenly Sword that was floating and sinking in the sky.

His eyes brightened slightly and he exclaimed:

"Gather thousands of swords in one sword."

"Then how powerful should this sword be?"

"Zhou Fang, if it weren't for the world, heaven and earth Avenue would be too powerful."

"Your sword may really replace heaven and earth Avenue!"

When song Qingshu sighed.

The sword above the sky has broken through the air and stabbed directly at the face door of song Qingshu.

Look at the space debris split by the sword.

Song Qingshu once again earnestly praised:

"Good sword!"

Sigh.

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword directly on the ground.

Dang!

With a splash of sparks.

The purple blood soft sword of song Qingshu goes deep into the huge rocks under the soil and can no longer be pulled up.

In the face of such a powerful sword.

Song Qingshu just smiled and looked kind. He didn't seem to be ready to make a sword at all.

Zhou Fang raised his head and glanced slightly in the infinite sword meaning of Tianzhi sword.

Looking at Song Qingshu standing proudly with a plain smile on his face, he frowned and whispered:

"Li Zhan is afraid that he can't stop this sword."

"This sword will fall if Mo Xie Jia is not prepared."

"Song Qingshu, what are you going to do?"

"Knowing that he was defeated, he died generously?"

At the thought of this, Zhou Fang shouted to song Qingshu with his mind in the sharp sound of the sword wind:

"Song Daoyou! You can avoid it without having to carry it hard! "

"This sword is by no means simple. You can't stop it even with a sword!"

"You are a Kendo genius. Don't die like this."

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu laughed:

"The matter of life and death is not about generosity, but about the heart."

Zhou Fang said suspiciously:

"Isn't it about generosity? Then why not stand with a sword? "

Song Qing wrote:

"Because I can't stop it with a sword."

In fact, it's not appropriate for song Qingshu to say so.

It's not that he can't stop it with a sword.

Just at the moment when the sword of heaven appeared.

Song Qingshu knew that his sword intention was not as powerful as this sword.

Although there is also the possibility of victory.

But because my sword is not as strong as you, I don't want to use it.

This is song Qingshu's strange temper when holding a sword.

Or.

This is his dignity and pride when holding the sword.

So song Qingshu didn't draw his sword and stabbed the sword of heaven.

The sword of that day was as powerful as thunder and electricity.

Although God wants to transmit sound, he can communicate everything in less than a breath.

But at such a moment when Zhou Fang and song Qingshu read aloud.

The sword of heaven has stabbed song Qingshu from the deep cloud of the sky.

After half an hour,

The blade of Tianzhi sword is only one third of the distance from Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu seemed to be within reach.

So song Qingshu thought about it and directly reached out to the sword of heaven.

If someone looks at the world from the perspective of Tianjian.

Look at Song Qingshu standing on Lingxi mountain.

Then he must see the following scene.

In the endless sword potential and the sharp sword spirit, a slightly slender white hand stretched out into the air.

This hand is very stable, the thumb is strong, the four fingers are slender, and the tiger's mouth has a little cocoon.

This hand is very suitable for holding a sword.

But at this time, this hand did not hold anything, but pointed to the sky sword from a distance.

"Misty clouds and mists are the artistic conception and body method. When you succeed, you can traverse thousands of miles."

"It is also an artistic conception and martial arts skill to climb over the mountain in the wilderness and chaos the sea. When it is great, there is an invincible power to move the mountain and chaos the sea."

"But in front of the sword of this day."

"How can you stop the mountain? How can the sea stop? The clouds are unbearable. "

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and stretched out his hand while thinking about these problems in the monastic world.

At this moment, song Qingshu sent out several wisps of very light breath between his fingers.

Like the thunder sword of heaven, it felt something and began to tremble uncontrollably in the air.

The day after tomorrow's sword kept shaking from side to side, and the range was getting larger and larger. It was like a fierce beast locked by the iron chain in Song Qingshu's hand.

He had to struggle around, but he could not escape the control of song Qingshu.

Facing the abnormality of the sword of heaven.

Zhou Fang and others all showed an extremely frightened face and looked at Song Qingshu as if they had seen a ghost.

Song Qingshu always wore a faint smile on his face and looked at the Heavenly Sword in silence.

There was no emotion on his face except a light smile, and his face was calm.

"This is a sword with heaven and earth sword potential. This is thousands of swords! How did you hold song Qingshu? "

Zhou Fang felt the strange feeling from the Heavenly Sword. His chest was depressed and a light blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Then Zhou Fang raised his hand and suddenly wiped a piece of blood red from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were full of blood and opened his mouth to song Qingshu angrily.

The reason why Zhou Fang had such doubts was not ignorance.

After all, the sword of this day is a sword from the sky and contaminated with the rules of heaven and earth.

It's like a quiet relegated fairy falling into the turbid world.

This sword is like Zhou Fang stabbing the whole world into song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is more powerful.

It's terrible.

More extraordinary.

He can't be the enemy of the whole world, can he?

He can't beat the whole turbid world, can he?

Zhou Fang thinks so.

But he never thought of it.

Face a sword that stabs the whole world.

Song Qingshu just held out his hand.

He held the sword of heaven.

It's like he holds the whole world!

Zhou Fang really didn't dare to think of such a terrible scene, let alone believe it.

"A sword like an immortal is just a sword."

"What if you are really a relegated fairy?"

"I can even be sleepy, not to mention you?"

Song Qingshu smiled, and the faint breath in his hand was the Kunyi trapped immortal decision learned that day.

Under the action of Kunyi trapped immortal, the extremely terrible Heaven Sword was forced to be clever.

But under the clever body of Tianzhi sword, it became more and more restless.

Li Zhan, standing directly behind the sword array, looked at the calm sword of heaven. For some reason, he suddenly felt afraid.

This is the emotion that a swordsman will have, so he thinks Tianjian is by no means simple.

The faint fluorescence in Song Qingshu's hand is a decision to trap immortals for Kun Yi.

The sword of heaven was as clever as a child who did something wrong under his hand.

The sword body trembled slightly, as if waiting for song Qingshu's punishment.

Song Qingshu looked down at the sword of heaven and looked up to Zhou Fangdao after a long time:

"I have grasped your sword."

"What else do you have to say?"

Zhou Fang shook his head, and the blood he vomited from his mouth had already dyed his plain robe Red:

"You didn't hold the sword, so I have something to say."

Hearing the speech, Song Qing frowned slightly.

Just when song Qingshu wanted to throw the sword aside.

There were several cracks on the extremely tough Tianzhi sword, and then they split directly!

The Heavenly Sword, which turned thousands of swords into one sword, turned into infinite sword again at this moment.