Chapter 365

Although there is a plug-in such as emperor chat group in Song Qingshu.

Unfortunately, I can't do it now.

After all, he is still in the great terror of life and death.

The flower rain came to song Qingshu with gusts of breeze.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, moved his mind, raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand and cut it to the sky.

The sword moves with Qi, and one sword will crush a leaf and flower.

The sword Qi is light and unrestrained. The lotus petals that touch the sword Qi are broken.

However, the wind and rain are all over the sky, and the number of flying flowers is too much. Where can it be completely isolated from the sky?

The ancient bodhi trees are full of flying flowers.

The petals fall in the wind.

Flying flowers fell on Song Qingshu's face.

It fell on Song Qingshu.

Cut the bloody robe made of silk that day.

Into his skin and flesh.

Cut pieces of flesh and blood off song Qingshu's body.

Endless pain sneaked into the bone marrow of song Qingshu, and then exploded towards every part of his body.

Finally, it was collected into Song Qing's mind, which made Song Qing's knowledge of the sea concussion and pain to the extreme.

Forty nine Jindan friars died. Chen Kunling, the four strong Yuan Ying, risked his life before planting the bodhi tree.

Now it seems that it is really worth it.

That is, Xia Houli, who is invincible, like holding an iron gun and using the blood breaking method, stands under the bodhi tree.

He must be extremely careful.

What's more, it's already a scarred song Qingshu?

Even if he could see the flaw of the idea attack, he had no strength to crack the crisis.

The petals are flying all over the sky and can't be seen through.

So the meaning of killing in the rain became more clear and frightening.

Song Qingshu looked up in pain.

Look at Chen Kunling standing under the bodhi tree and his ugly bodhi tree.

After a moment of silence, song Qingshu said:

"You have a strong tree."

Chen Kunling smiled indifferently:

"Thank you, but it's not strong in my eyes."

Song Qingshu wielded his sword to cut down several petals of flying flowers coming from his face. He was equally indifferent:

"Why?"

Chen Kunling patted the bodhi tree and exclaimed:

"Because at the beginning, Xia Hou's only shot from adults broke my fantasy, so it's naturally not strong."

Song Qingshu's mouth is light and his eyes have an inexplicable taste:

"Forty nine alchemy friars died in the same body before planting?"

Chen Kunling laughed and shook his head:

"No, I'm the only one."

Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction:

"Xia Houli's iron gun was cut off by me."

"So Xia Hou is not as good as me."

"Then you can't kill me if you want to come."

Chen Kunling shook his head fiercely, with a sense of banter and laughter in his eyes:

"Every time a Jindan friar dies, the ancient pearl tree will grow old."

"It will grow a green leaf, and it will be more green. It will be happy to be an inch."

"Song Qingshu, you deserve to die."

When song Qingshu heard the speech and lifted his sword, he waved coldly at Chen Kunling and his broken tree.

The invisible sword Qi has a vague murderous Qi.

The killing intention was linglie limitless. With the hissing sound from tearing the air, he suddenly came to Chen Kunling.

The killing idea confused the rain of flowers before Song Qing wrote.

The rain of flowers scattered in the air and flew around aimlessly.

Sword Qi shocked a vacuum Kendo in Song Qingshu and Chen Kun's spirit sword.

There has never been a flower rain in kendo.

However, despite the ferocity of the sword.

On Chen Kunling's neck, there was no thin red line that song Qingshu wanted to see.

So song Qingshu frowned and whispered in doubt:

"Huh?"

Chen Kunling smiled indifferently and pointed to a thin line that suddenly appeared on the ancient Bodhi Tree:

"Can you leave a trace on this tree?"

"It seems that your sword is really strong."

"But no matter how strong you are, you are just a flesh body."

"Since it's flesh? How can you not die? "

The ancient Bodhi Tree tilted its head, and its branches and leaves continued to sprinkle on the song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked carefully at the Bodhi leaves blowing to him.

At this time, his attention was all in the rain composed of petals all over the sky.

So in the face of Chen Kunling's provocation, song Qingshu didn't and didn't bother to reply.

He looked at the petals beating on himself.

His eyebrows showed a solemn and incomparable sense of awe.

"Xia Hou's iron gun never made me bleed."

"Your mother-in-law attack let me flow out."

"Since you want to die so much, I won't let you go."

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword in front of him and walked towards the ancient bodhi tree a few feet away.

The arc of thunder under his feet had become a bright light.

Thick fog rose from the light.

He seemed to step in the clouds and light and came to the ancient bodhi tree.

Like a fairy stepping on a cloud.

The body is dancing in the petals, and the foot is bright.

"Song Qingshu, don't struggle."

"I'm only eight feet away from you."

"If in the real world, at this distance, I'm afraid you would have ended my life."

"But you are in front of my tree."

"One Zhang is ten thousand miles, and eight Zhang is eighty thousand miles. Even if you are exhausted and die, how can you step out of eight Zhang?"

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu's right foot and stopped in the air with a slight smile.

As Chen Kunling said.

When song Qingshu lifted his right foot, Chen Kunling and his bodhi tree suddenly became very far away.

But the rain of flowers is still beside me.

Song Qingshu knew that this should be some kind of space secret method, so he was thinking about the solution.

So he kept carrying his right foot without falling even a step.

Falling flowers fell on Song Qingshu when he was silent.

Song Qingshu raised his sword to fight.

So song Qingshu's actions at this time are very funny.

He raised his one foot, but the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook out beautiful sword flowers one after another.

It looks like a charming clown in a circus.

Thinking of this, song Qingshu was a little unhappy.

So he took the first step with his right foot.

At this time, the ancient bodhi tree is still far away.

"Don't say 80000 miles. Even 80000 miles, you are still in the world."

"Since you are a tree, you grow on the ground."

"And I am the earth. How do you hide?"

Song Qingshu murmured here, and his left foot also lifted up and fell to the ground.

A simple step.

It is contaminated with the great power of Kun's artistic conception.

So the ends of the earth become neighbors.

Bodhi tree and Chen Kunling returned to a place seven feet away from Song Qingshu.

Chen Kunling was pale and frightened:

"It's impossible. You took a step so soon?"

Song Qingshu did not answer.

a step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

……

Song Qingshu took three steps.

So he took 21 steps and came to the bodhi tree.

The fallen leaves on the bodhi tree trembled violently, and the endless flying leaves danced wildly in the wind.

Song Qingshu doesn't like such a beautiful time.

So he took his sword and cut it.

The purple blood soft sword roared in the air and broke the wind.