Chapter 344

"Cui LAN is determined by the chaos of the sea!"

Facing the oncoming many shining Dao swords.

Song Qingshu only crossed the purple blood soft sword in mid air.

After whispering in his heart, song Qingshu directly danced the purple blood soft sword in his hand into a storm.

The fog of the river dispersed.

But the water vapor on the river rises slowly.

However, from the time when song Qingshu waved Cuilan and disordered the sea.

The confusion came from Song Qingshu's oral to reality.

The steam danced.

The river trembled.

The breeze is disorderly.

For a moment, the sword in the air was awe inspiring.

The sword circle with song Qingshu as the center and purple blood soft sword as the radius is just like the vortex of the storm sea.

The boundless sword spirit of the waves like water is born and extinguished in the whirlpool of the storm sea.

When song Qingshu danced out this chaotic sea sword idea.

Those shining Dao swords have swept into the eyes of song Qingshu.

The radiance of the sword first left several bright marks on the pupil of song Qingshu.

Then the Dao swords were fiercely inserted into the sword circle of song Qingshu.

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

Several golden pill friars' swords just touched the sword circle of song Qingshu.

With a metal roar, those Dao swords were directly cut to pieces.

Then several people knelt in the river and vomited bloody foam in pain.

If there is a sword touch, it will break.

There is also a sword with the same look.

Several more colorful Dao swords stabbed song Qingshu and never fell by Song Qing's sword circle.

Instead, it has been suspended in the air, not a minute or an inch, and sparks flash from its sword edge from time to time.

I only heard a few strange sounds coming from the sword circle storm in Song Qingshu.

It's loud.

Even in a moment.

The sound drowned out the angry rushing water.

The sound was like a child holding up the broken ice skate in his hand and trying to carve something on a piece of cold ice.

However, I can only watch the blade of the ice skate slide over the hard surface of the ice in vain, leaving no trace.

Several Dao swords that seem almost unmatched and extremely sharp.

But it can't pierce the sword circle in front of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu glanced at the book handle Dao sword resting on his sword circle.

"Kun Yi sleeps the immortal, sleeps!"

Song Qingshu whispered something, and then came out with a fierce voice.

As song Qingshu used the artistic conception of Kun to erase the connection between these swords and their owners.

The Dao sword, which originally had boundless power, became a dead object in an instant.

With a few strange sounds coming from the sword circle, the tenacious Dao sword also bent directly.

Then it fell to the ground like scrap iron and lost its power.

"Oh!"

Under such a blow from Song Qingshu.

Some of the more than 100 monks who rushed to song Qingshu directly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Then, with a stumble, the monk fell into the blood he vomited, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Song Qingshu looked at the countless swords still flying above the sky and smiled:

"The sword still needs to be held in hand to be strong."

"Only a few inches of the sword path in front of you can be invincible."

The monks who came to fight on the river are the top experts in the black steel army.

Their heavy armor or black steel armor is their continuous achievements in life and death.

Therefore, they are different from the Jindan friars of small sect and small sect who met before Song Qingshu.

They have an iron will to fight.

With the heart to rush forward.

Although some people have broken their swords on the sword circle of song Qingshu, and even died.

But the thriller still didn't make them have any fear, nor could it slow down their steps for a moment.

The angry river was crushed by their footsteps, and countless muddy flowers grew and died under their feet.

The lotus grows step by step

In a moment.

The hundreds of strong men of the black steel army have come from the other side to the place where song Qingshu established himself.

They died with generosity.

With courage not afraid of life and death.

They were ordered by Xia Houli to stop song Qingshu.

But they didn't want to reason with song Qingshu because they never did.

Only when song Qingshu died did they stop him.

So the black steel army recalled their Dao Jian flying in the air and held it in their hands!

Under the protection of the heavy armor around him, these wolf like monks pressed towards song Qingshu step by step.

The sword is strong in your own hands.

It is invincible to cut the sword by yourself.

It's beautiful to wave the sword by yourself.

Song Qingshu understood these principles, and so did the pride of the black steel army.

A middle-aged man in heavy armor with bright red on his armor was holding a sword.

His expression was so indifferent that he jumped into the air in front of the circle of Song Qing's calligraphy and sword, and cut his head with a sword without any fancy.

The speed of the sword was so fast that even after the air in the space was torn, there was no sound of breaking the wind.

Song Qingshu looked at the sword with a dignified expression.

The sword of Zhou Fang is different from the sword of the old swordsman broken in Song Qingshu.

This sword did not knead the breath of heaven and man.

This sword has no earthly meaning, let alone sharp, thoughtful, magnificent and thick.

This sword is really just a sword to the extreme.

However, this sword has some meaning and is very powerful.

The friar in black armor wielding the iron sword has reached Yuanying quadruple.

If he wants, he can attach various sword movements or sword Qi to the sword.

But he didn't.

A sword that is extremely simple may be another kind of Kendo pride.

Song Qingshu thought of this, nodded with satisfaction, and then threw the sword in his right hand to his left hand.

At this moment, Cui Lan's chaotic sea will be scattered, and Taotao's sword intention no longer exists.

The middle-aged man thought song Qingshu was belittling him.

So his eyes were red, his mouth was fierce, and he held the iron sword like a pair of pliers.

The green veins on his arms burst, ha, and the speed of the iron sword seemed to increase a few points.

However, song Qingshu's change of hands was not contempt, but attention.

Song Qingshu can't completely ignore such a sword even though he is so terrible.

Facing the more powerful sword.

Song Qingshu pulled the purple blood soft sword of his left hand, and the artistic conception of Kun adhered to the blade.

Then song Qingshu, like a wolf's hair pen, stabbed the purple blood soft sword of his left hand at will.

However, it is such a random stab.

However, song Qingshu seems to have drawn ten thousand Ren ink rivers and mountains.

There are thousands of ancient pines standing proudly on the mountain, and the wind blows the rock in the wind and snow.

"The great wilderness will be over the mountain!"

Song Qingshu looked at the ten thousand foot high ink mountain and smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, the monk's face became extremely pale.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, risking the reversal of his true Qi. In the violent sound, he fiercely returned to the sword to protect himself.

Because he felt murderous.

However, song Qingshu's sword broke his iron sword and his neck.

Then song Qingshu reached out and grasped his head.

Holding the hair of a middle-aged man, song Qingshu still chuckles:

"Scared?"

Blood kept flowing from the neck fracture of the middle-aged man, and the river was scarlet