Chapter 336

After Song Qingshu silently recited this sentence in his heart.

His eyes gradually changed color.

Originally dark as obsidian, a little glass fluorescence suddenly appeared in the bright eyes.

Then.

Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly turned into Loess like color, inexplicably heavy.

In such a moment.

Song Qingshu's understanding of the artistic conception of Kun has reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

How to describe it?

It can be said that in such a moment.

Song Qingshu incarnated into a land.

A cloud rose up.

A vast expanse of barren mountains rose.

A blue sea is full of tides.

A vast expanse of land.

Song Qingshu looked at his palm.

When I saw the palmprint in the middle, like a mountain ditch, I felt it and sighed:

"The artistic conception of Kun is endless and profound."

"Even the legendary scene of destruction can't destroy this land, Zhou Fang, not to mention the Four Swords in your hand?"

Stop talking.

Four powerful flying swords stabbed Song Qing's chest, behind him and a few inches in front of his head.

At the foot of song Qingshu, clouds are gradually growing and thunder arcs are slightly ringing.

In an instant, song Qingshu raised his body method speed to the extreme.

Then song Qingshu raised his right hand very casually and took off the dagger in front of him.

Pick this word very accurately.

Because song Qingshu is not robbing, robbing or stealing.

He just made a slight effort in the palm of his hand, then shook it at will, took off the flying sword from the air and threw it behind him.

Song Qingshu's movements are very common and natural.

It's like when he ran to the backyard of a family in the field, he saw a red apple, so he reached out and picked it.

The short sword thrown behind happened to hit the edge of another sword.

Dang!

A crisp metal blast came.

A splash of sparks.

The two swords were exhausted and fell to the ground, inserted in the rock behind song Qingshu.

In such a moment.

The sword on the top of the head seems to be closer.

Song Qingshu felt unhappy.

So he reached out to his head.

With a gentle pick, the soft sword on his head was inserted into the rock in front of him by song Qingshu.

Seeing this, Zhou Fang's face had already changed from pale to painful.

But fortunately, it's not despair.

Zhou Fang shouted fiercely, desperately controlling the last sword to escape song Qingshu's sword holding hands.

He plans to nail song Qingshu directly at the last moment between hidden sword and thousands of swords!

But.

This last sword has appeared where song Qingshu can hold it. How can it go?

"Sleepy."

Song Qingshu moved the brown eyes in his eyes and looked at the sword lightly.

Then a faint breath came from heaven and earth and tightly wound on the sword.

Then.

The sword is extremely difficult to move.

Let Zhou Fang try his best to urge the sword to leave song Qingshu.

But the last long sword was frozen and could not move all the time.

Looking at the long sword motionless in the air, song Qingshu grinned:

"Kun means to be trapped by immortals. It's really strong."

After talking, song Qingshu also directly reached out and took off the sword and inserted it around him.

Song Qingshu is still in the sword array.

In front of him is a purple blood soft sword.

The four sides are other swords.

He seemed to stand in the middle of a fence surrounded by a sword.

Inexplicable and profound sword array also appeared at the foot of the fence.

This place happens to be the eye of Zhou's five person sword array.

Two sword arrays with different artistic conception overlap, so they all disappear.

Crackling

With the disappearance of the two sword arrays.

Tens of thousands of extinct and living swords in the sword array also turned into fluorescence in the clouds.

The five of Zhou Fang had nothing else but the sound of the broken flying sword.

“……”

"Pick four swords and break ten thousand swords."

"Between life and death, the wind is clear and the clouds are light."

"In the boundless world of mortals, no one is invincible!"

"This is the real invincible in the world. This is the real supreme Kendo?"

With the disappearance of the sword array.

The swordsmen standing around Song Qingshu sighed and smiled bitterly at Song Qingshu.

Zhou Fang couldn't laugh.

Because he has a broken sword in his heart, it hurts.

Because his sword intention was broken by talking and laughing all his life, he was very ashamed.

Because he didn't understand why it was so strong, he was very suspicious.

Because he was unwilling but had to obey. It was a shame.

Pain, shame, doubt, shame.

These negative emotions occupied all Zhou Fang's thoughts and occupied his whole mind.

So he couldn't laugh. He couldn't even speak.

Zhou Fang's lips wriggled, but he couldn't say anything.

So he stood at a loss and had to look at Song Qingshu.

He raised his finger and pointed at him.

His mouth seems to have a smile, and it seems to be inexplicably ferocious.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Fang:

"Kun Yi is trapped in immortals. You are not wronged if you lose your artistic conception and martial arts."

When Zhou Fang heard this, his pupils suddenly spread away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth turned into a relieved smile.

Then Zhou fangwa vomited blood and fell straight forward.

The blade of the broken sword hit the rock, so it ran through Zhou Fang's chest directly.

After a while, Zhou Fang was lying in a pool of blood and couldn't die anymore.

Li Zhan went to Zhou Fang and looked at Zhou Fang with blood on his body. He was silent for a long time.

"Old villa leader, I don't want to kill him."

I don't know when song Qingshu has come to Li Zhan's side and said to Li Zhan.

Li Zhan nodded. After a long time, he began to sigh and said:

"I know."

The four swordsmen who had stood on Zhou Fang's side had all stood behind Li Zhan, bowed their heads and were very respectful.

Tang Xun walked up to several people, looked at Zhou Fang on the ground, shook his head, puzzled and smiled:

"It's strange that you use swords."

"Obviously, I didn't kill my heart, but I had to be higher than you and me, and even gamble on my life."

Li Zhan raised his eyebrows and scolded:

"You know shit!"

Tang Xun shrugged:

"I don't understand. What's the meaning of earning life and death just for a vain name?"

"For the so-called dignity, are you willing to die with your sword?"

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu smiled:

"Maybe this is faith?"

Listen to song Qingshu's speech until the source of the problem.

Li Zhan was so satisfied that he became silent.

Tang Xun became silent with disdain.

It's not just kendo. How many things in the world, all you get is just a false name?

But even so, someone broke his head to steal it.

It's probably the same as song Qingshu said.

This is dignity, this is faith.

Lingxi mountain suddenly fell into a strange calm.

It was song Qingshu's cough that broke the deadlock:

"Cough, everybody, let's discuss how to deal with the black feather evil sect? Mo Xie Jia, should he leave the pass in a few days? "

Tang Xun nodded and looked back at Tang Mo's head.

Li Zhan nodded and didn't look at Zhou Fang's body again.

Some people die helpless, others die regretfully, so is the Jianghu