Chapter 366

Chen Kunling watched song Qingshu step in front of him and screamed.

Song Qingshu ignored it.

Song Qingshu just looked at the ancient bodhi tree with its leaves flying everywhere.

So he pulled out the purple blood soft sword and cut at the ancient bodhi tree.

Song Qingshu clenched the handle of the sword with both arms and roared when he came out of the sword, which was as powerful as a flood.

This sword looks very domineering.

Because even space trembles under the blade.

If this sword directly cuts down on the ancient bodhi tree.

Then I'm afraid the ancient bodhi tree will not be able to support for a moment, and will be directly cut into two sections.

All Chen Kunling's will rests on the bodhi tree.

The trees are there and the people are there.

Trees destroy and people die.

Chen Kunling doesn't want to die. He also wants to control the black steel army, dominate the world and conquer other dimensional interfaces.

He also wants to realize what Xia Houli never forgets.

So he can't watch the bodhi tree cut off.

So Chen Kunling chewed his tongue and spit the root of his tongue with blood to the bodhi tree.

The bodhi tree was originally green.

But when it dissipates the blood.

The originally green bodhi tree suddenly had a dignified color.

There is blood dripping on the tree.

A strange feeling came from the bodhi tree.

What is more strange is the Figure Struggling in the trunk.

It seems that ghosts and demons are about to escape from it.

Song Qingshu looked at the ancient bodhi tree that was about to be demonized and snorted coldly. The purple blood soft sword in his hand was castrated faster.

It was like lightning flash and cut at the ancient bodhi tree.

The blade of purple blood soft sword stays three inches in front of the ancient bodhi tree.

No matter how hard song Qingshu pushed it, the sword edge never went down an inch.

Song Qingshu glanced at the ancient bodhi tree, and then looked at Chen Kunling with his mouth full of blood:

"Previously, eight feet was the law of space."

"What is three inches now?"

Chen Kunling's tongue has been chewed by him, so he can't make a sound.

He could only look at Song Qingshu and his eyes were full of banter.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's eyes.

It seems that you can see the question in the depths of his eyes:

"What can you do?"

What can song Qingshu do?

There is nothing above his left hand, and hell is not beside him.

His vitality has fallen to the extreme.

Kunyi trapped immortal must not be used.

So song Qingshu only had a sword on his right hand.

A light and sharp soft sword.

Since only the sword was left, song Qingshu had to wave his sword at each other.

So song Qingshu roared:

"When the great wilderness is over the mountain, it will be cut off!"

After a shout, song Qingshu tried his best to urge the purple blood soft sword to cut off the ancient bodhi tree.

His eyes turned from deep black Yaoshi into brown loess.

The sword is wrapped with a thick mountain like sword spirit.

Deep in the mountains, there are still clouds and Pinghu.

"You have the power of three inches of space. I have clouds, green haze and the sea. There are three decisions in the wilderness."

"So, I can't kill you?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword spirit wrapped around the sword and raised a happy smile at the corners of his mouth.

This sword combines all the artistic conception of Kun mastered by song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was extremely picky about Kendo, looked at the sword.

He was also quite satisfied, so he secretly cheered in his heart.

The veins on Song Qingshu's hand bulged like hemp rope.

The vitality in the body was like boiling, constantly providing a steady stream of strength to the wrist of song Qingshu.

The unparalleled power was uploaded from the blade of song Qingshu, and then cut down on the ancient bodhi tree.

The three inch distance between the sword edge and the ancient bodhi tree.

It's like the separation between dark clouds and yellow mud.

Let song Qingshu wave the sword.

The three inch distance still exists.

Never increase or decrease by even one point.

Chen Kunling watched song Qingshu's sword fruitless, and the banter in his eyes was more prosperous.

"Even Xia Hou's iron gun from the adult can't pierce the three inch distance."

"Song Qingshu, what if you can go thousands of miles in one step?"

"Your sword is not on you!"

"You can step over a thousand miles in one step. What about your sword? It can also?! "

"Moreover, the bodhi tree has been stained with my blood. In three breath time, I can give you the strongest curse."

"Song Qingshu, what can you do?"

Chen Kunling looked at the cold sweat on Song Qingshu's forehead, and the pain of broken tongue seemed to no longer exist.

Not only did he feel no pain, but he felt unusually happy, so he murmured in his heart.

He had no tongue in his mouth, so he babbled a few times, quite embarrassed.

But what song Qingshu can feel in this ABBA ABBA sound is Chen Kunling's pride and his contempt.

Song Qingshu hates his smile.

The smile is full of blood, very bloody.

Some blood drips to the ground and coagulates.

A disgusting smell came from the solidification place.

It reached song Qingshu's nose and was inexplicably pungent.

And the fallen leaves on the ancient bodhi tree are too annoying.

As soon as a leaf fell, a bloody mouth appeared on Song Qingshu.

After several leaves, his flesh and blood were almost cut away.

So song Qingshu exposed the bones in the flesh and blood.

The cold wind gradually rose, so cold that song Qingshu was almost speechless.

This cold goes deep into the bone marrow of song Qingshu. Even though song Qingshu has great vitality, it can't resist it.

At such a cold time.

Song Qing's books are a little irritable and depressed.

What's more, song Qingshu listened to the harsh sound of Chen Kunling's laughter.

Smelling his blood dripping on the ground and then coagulating the smelly smell of blood.

So song Qingshu felt more depressed and angry.

The purple blood soft sword in his hand was so angry that he didn't notice it.

Depressed to song Qingshu, he couldn't help swearing.

Song Qingshu's body with a sword floats in the air.

Instead of looking at the sword, he looked at the laughing Chen Kunling.

For various reasons.

He wanted to kill him.

This is the first time song Qingshu wants to kill a person like this.

But Chen Kunling stood behind the bodhi tree.

His sword is still three inches away from the bodhi tree and can't enter a minute and a half.

So, how can I kill him?

Song Qingshu fell silent.

Looking at Song Qingshu's silence, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing more arrogant.

Listening to the laughter, song Qingshu suddenly remembered Xia Houli, who was also arrogant on the river.

Then song Qingshu recalled his hand knife.

Then song Qingshu abandoned the purple blood soft sword.

And the palm is the blade. The palm wind is gradually growing, sharp and breaking the wind.

Song Qingshu looked at his palm and sighed.

Then song Qingshu stabbed out his palm.

That palm.

It pierced the three inches without reason.

One after another pierced the ancient bodhi trees.

The thorn broke Chen Kunling's neck.

Chen Kunling's head loosened.

There was a breeze not far away.

So Chen Kunling's head was like a stone.

He rolled down from his neck and fell under the ancient bodhi tree.

Die in peace