Chapter 367

Chen Kunling's head fell to the ground, bounced slightly and jumped on the ground several times.

Then Chen Kunling's head rolled against the root of the bodhi tree, like a basketball rolling and stopping in the corner.

Chen Kunling's eyes looked at the terrible appearance of his body falling down and blood flying.

Despair whispered in his mind:

"Why?"

Chen Kunling doesn't understand.

Obviously, I have arranged the most profound space array in my life three inches in front of the bodhi tree.

Even if Xia Hou is away from adults, the iron gun can't penetrate that three inches away.

Song Qingshu wielded a sword and cut it with the momentum of mountains and seas and the Qi of clouds and fog. He never cut a distance of three inches.

But with a meat palm of song Qingshu.

Actually stabbed three inches away alive.

Then the ancient bodhi tree with fine steel and tenacity was poked and exploded by song Qingshu.

Then he smashed his neck hiding behind the bodhi tree.

All this makes no sense.

So Chen Kunling never closed his eyes for a long time.

He kept looking at Song Qingshu with blood red eyes.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's angry eyes and hissed:

"Are you unwilling?"

Chen Kunling heard the speech, opened his eyes and closed them again, indicating the anger in his heart now.

Now Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling are in the world of consciousness.

So although Chen Kunling's head was cut off, he could still move a little.

This is the slight gap between the conscious world and the real world.

Song Qingshu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull out the purple blood soft sword suspended in the air.

After inserting the purple blood soft sword back into the scabbard behind him, song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's head indifferently and smiled:

"Do you want to know why I can do such an unreasonable thing?"

Song Qingshu was very kind and walked to Chen Kunling's head.

Chen Kunling's eyes lit again and said he really wanted to know about it.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"What you said earlier is reasonable."

"I can do it one step at a time, ignoring the shrinking of space into inches."

"But my sword can't."

"So my man and the sword are thousands of miles apart. Naturally, I can't attack you."

"But fortunately, after I put down my purple blood soft sword, I still have a sword."

That's it.

Song Qingshu slightly closed his slender fingers and turned his palm into a blade.

Then song Qingshu looked at the meaning of linglie sword from his palm and smiled at Chen Kun.

"Which sword do you want to know?"

Song Qingshu put his hand across Chen Kunling and joked.

Chen Kunling nodded his eyes again, indicating that he wanted to know what the sword was.

Song Qingshu waved his palm slightly to Chen Kunling.

The white blade wind cuts directly at Chen Kunling.

There was a soft hum.

Chen Kunling's brain is like a mature coconut cut by a sharp blade.

Poof!

First, blood shot out of Chen Kunling's brain like a fountain.

Then there is a cross flow of brains

Song Qingshu trampled on the brain and head and hissed:

"You want to know? Will I say? "

"Chen Kunling, I'll let you be a confused ghost today."

"With endless resentment, go to hell and think about it."

Song Qingshu stepped over Chen Kunling's head and brain, turned around and looked at the ancient bodhi tree with a big hole in it.

Sigh thousands of times.

In other words, Chen Kunling was the first Nianli teacher song Qingshu met.

Song Qingshu was also the first Nianli teacher to kill.

So representative means special.

There were not many battles between Song Qingshu and Nianli division.

Therefore, the attack of Bodhi ancient leaves transformed into petals in the sky can cause such an attack on Song Qingshu.

But who is song Qingshu?

Although he has just fallen into an extremely dangerous situation of life and death.

However, with his profound cultivation power beyond imagination, song Qingshu mastered all the situation after he spent a moment of loss.

From that moment on.

Chen Kunling, who majored in willpower attack, had no advantage at all.

It was supposed to be the great master of thoughts of other monks' nightmares.

In the eyes of song Qingshu, it is just a small stepping stone to improve his cultivation.

Therefore, song Qingshu sighed how his opponent was, and was no longer willing to remember Chen Kunling's name.

Maybe three years, maybe three months, or three weeks, three days.

The name Chen Kunling will be completely eliminated from Song Qing's mind. There is no trace after the wind and no sound after the rain.

Losers don't need to be remembered by the world.

Song Qingshu thought so.

The ownerless bodhi tree in the distance gave a scream.

Song Qingshu looked around.

I found that two tussahs below the tree hole I poked, a face had been generated.

Song Qingshu and that strange face just looked at each other for a moment!

The wind broke quickly in the air.

Poof poof!

Several willow branches and leaves were born on the bodhi tree, which stabbed the song Qingshu like lightning.

Song Qingshu looked at the unexpected wickers, his right leg bent slightly, and his left foot tightened.

Then song Qingshu turned his waist fiercely, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook into a beautiful sword flower.

When song Qingshu turned around.

There were clouds and thunder around Song Qing's body and feet.

The sudden Bodhi branches stabbed into the sword flowers of song Qingshu.

Purple blood soft sword no longer trembles into flowers.

Then the Bodhi branches pierced the clouds.

It seems to pierce into a fairyland, poetic and picturesque in the clouds.

Then the Bodhi branch pierced the thunder arc of song Qingshu.

It's like a thunder cloud stabbing into the sky. There's thunder in the thunder cloud.

Although a sword blocks a stab.

Song Qingshu escaped a stab step by step.

But so embarrassed.

It has never been the aesthetic style of Song Qing books.

So song Qingshu put down the purple blood soft sword and waved his hand knife.

There was no breaking wind under the hand knife of song Qingshu.

There is no majestic world, sweeping thousands of troops of sword intention and sword spirit.

Some are just a gentle wave that is almost ordinary.

With this wave.

The ancient Bodhi leaves all over the sky still tremble slightly, and the flower rain dances gently.

Those were as fierce as thunder.

The hand is as decisive and sharp as a dragon roar.

Such amazing and murderous vines.

It was directly smashed by song Qingshu's sword.

The strange eyes of the faces on the bodhi tree and the unspeakable emotions in their eyes are associated with the crushing of the trees and vines.

The faces on the bodhi tree can no longer make a sound.

Because there is an extremely powerful deep sword mark on its whole face.

The scar of the sword starts from the green silk and extends downward.

So the bodhi tree could no longer make any noise.

It can only bear the blow of song Qingshu silently.

Deep in the eyes of the strange man on the bodhi tree.

The original disdain was replaced by a frightened expression

Song Qingshu still smiles.