Chapter 364

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu, whose eyes were restored to Qingming, and made a frightened sound:

"There is no solution to mental attack. How did you do it?"

Song Qingshu was indifferent and raised his fingers gently.

Hell platform turned around and roared away at Chen Kunling.

"Some doubt, should be taken to the coffin."

"Chen Kunling, deputy commander of the black steel army."

"Your mind attack is quite powerful, but you forget the most important thing."

Chen Kunling was so pale that he looked at the hell platform and said bitterly:

"What's up?"

Song Qingshu said:

"The strongest thing for a warrior should be himself. What he thinks is just assistance."

"If you have a chance, I really hope you can strengthen your combat ability."

"Don't concentrate on the polishing of your mind."

"But if you want to come, you don't have any chance. Die!"

Song Qingshu looked at the hell platform very close to Chen Kunling and smiled.

Then song Qingshu roared.

With the roar of song Qingshu, the size of hell platform suddenly became more and more huge.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it smashed Chen Kunling with infinite power.

Dang!

There was a very clear sound from the mountain level, which spread to everyone's ears.

This clear sound is like a hammer beating on an ancient clock, with a loud sound and a long aftertaste.

This kind of clear sound, according to the truth, should be the most calming.

But when song Qingshu listened to the clear sound of drums.

His heart was not at ease.

And a burst of cumbersome meaning.

Because drums represent percussion.

Knocking means being stopped.

So there was a clear knocking sound from hell platform.

And there were sparks on the hell platform.

Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at the hell platform blocked in the air by invisible forces, and frowned.

It doesn't wait for song Qingshu to say anything.

Countless profound lines suddenly appeared under his feet, which is for the Dharma array.

"Song Qingshu, you are too proud of your strength."

"Now please die with this pride."

Chen Kunling looked at the light from the Dharma array under his feet, smiled with satisfaction and said.

At this time, a vast force came from the sky and patted on the top of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the sky.

In front of song Qingshu, a Dharma statue appeared, with black fog and dark wind.

There is terror in silence.

In the deepest part of the Dharma image, there was a wisp of will of moxie Jia standing proudly, and his eyes were so cold that he looked at Song Qingshu.

This statue of Dharma is the sect protection array just arranged by the black steel army.

Moxie Jia in the Dharma image is the eye of this array.

He commands this array with absolute strength and willpower.

The moyeka here seems to be conscious.

Since the moment he saw song Qingshu, this statue of respecting the Dharma directly photographed song Qingshu with the most powerful blow.

Without the slightest hand and pity.

Song Qingshu's left hand is controlling the hell console.

His right hand is leaning behind him to draw his sword.

But the palm came too fast and too fierce, just like thunder and lightning.

Song Qingshu had no time to draw his sword, so he turned his hand to the sky.

The black Dharma body's face was full of anger, his eyebrows were like a sword, his eyes were thunderous, and his huge palm fell to the ground!

The autumn forest on the side of Shanping trembled, and the red and yellow leaves deviated from the branches.

Compared with the mountain like black Dharma body, the palm of song Qingshu is so small.

When the palms meet, the vitality of heaven and earth on the mountain level dissipates everywhere.

A vacuum appeared between the palms.

So there was no harsh roar.

The black Dharma body only persisted for a moment, and suddenly became countless fragments scattered in the sky.

Song Qingshu just gave a slap and smashed this powerful black Dharma body together with moxie Jia!

Chen Kunling's face remained unchanged:

"Go!"

A clarification sword came from Song Qingshu.

But song Qingshu just slightly turned his head and looked at the sword.

However, after a glance, he didn't pay any attention.

The thunder arc flashed at the foot of song Qingshu, and thick fog splashed.

So he broke the air and chased Chen Kunling.

Song Qingshu's right hand was empty in the cold wind, and the fist was hollow, as if it could hold the hilt of the sword.

So he held the handle of the purple blood soft sword.

Song Qingshu came to Chen Kunling like a ghost.

Cut it with a knife!

There was only a sharp roar, and the purple blood soft sword suddenly turned red, with a little fire on it.

This is the temperature when the sword edge grinds through the air at a high speed.

Chen Kunling is a mental master, so he can't stop this sword.

In fact, even if Xia Hou leaves regeneration, he can't stop the sword.

Because song Qingshu brings the sword potential of Kun artistic conception on this sword.

Such a sword can break Xia Hou's belly. What are you?

Song Qingshu sneered and just waved his sword at each other.

Chen Kunling felt that he would die under this sword, so he shouted to the Jindan friar behind him with his will at the last minute:

"Help me!"

After shouting, Chen Kunling took a deep look at Song Qingshu.

Because song Qingshu has the momentum of Kunyi sword at this time.

So Chen Kunling was injured just by looking at him.

His pupils were bleeding.

He was almost blind.

His consciousness dissipated.

But it doesn't matter, because Chen Kunling finally saw song Qingshu.

When he saw it, his attack came.

The world often describes ideas as fast as lightning.

When the mind moves, no passage of time can catch up with it.

The sword behind song Qingshu is not good.

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand is almost unreasonable.

In fact, there are still many swords coming to song Qingshu at this time, but they are not fast enough.

So they can't.

Everything in the real world seemed frozen when Chen Kunling saw song Qingshu.

So the war changed from Shanping to song Qingshu's mind.

"Is this your way to kill?"

Song Qingshu stood in the spiritual world, looked at an ancient bodhi tree growing in his mind and sneered.

Chen Kunling reached out and patted the ancient bodhi tree, saying:

"In addition to me, there are forty-nine people in the black steel army to cultivate their mental strength."

"Just now I asked them to help me, so they gave their lives and transmitted their thoughts into me."

"So now I'm the only one left."

"It's an honor to plant trees in your mind after so many people died, song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu frowned, looked up and scolded:

"Boring."

Song Qingshu just finished scolding.

The leaves of the ancient bodhi tree have fallen quietly.

The holy blue leaves all over the sky are transformed into countless flowers, and the rain is spreading towards the body of song Qingshu.

A petal fell on his shoulder, quiet and silent, but it tore a hole fiercely, and the blood seeped out like the water of a river.

"I must go to Tiandi chat group to cheat a secret script specializing in willpower!"

Looking at the rain of flowers, song Qingshu couldn't help scolding.