Chapter 368

The flowers and leaves flying all over the sky gradually withered at this time. Even if they hit song Qingshu's face, they were as soft as nothing.

The breeze came slowly.

The ghost face on the bodhi tree cracked more deeply in the wind.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is already full of holes.

The tree scraps all over the ground are the shedding and crushing of the eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips on the ghost face.

seem.

Just like in this short moment, the ghost face has endured the wind and rain for 10000 years.

Song Qingshu looked at the cracked bodhi tree and didn't like it.

So song Qingshu sucked the wind from his palm, held the purple blood soft sword in his hand again, and cut it off with a horizontal knife.

The bodhi tree is as tough as fine steel.

But with song Qingshu's understatement.

The bodhi tree collapsed, shaking the sky with smoke and several inches of dead leaves.

Smoke and dust filled song Qingshu's eyes.

Just like the rain of flowers all over the sky.

Song Qingshu slowly closed his eyes in the smoke.

So the things of conscious world pass away.

As the saying goes, when you read ten thousand years, you read thousands of miles.

The decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling in the world of consciousness has lasted for a long time.

But on the real battlefield.

That is, on the broad mountain terrace.

Time is only a very short moment that has just passed.

In this moment.

The linglie sword stabbing song Qingshu's back just entered a distance of three inches.

The flying sword that is about to dance all over the sky has just taken off from their master.

The one with gray heavy armor is holding a huge sword and jumping towards song Qingshu. No one can see it.

After this moment.

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword cut Chen Kunling's head, chest and thigh.

Slant down.

A sword cut Chen Kunling in half.

So the blood beat on Song Qing's book clothes, and a breeze came, which made Song Qing's book very happy.

Looking at Chen Kunling's extremely miserable knife edge, song Qingshu couldn't help laughing.

Chen Kunling's broken body fell to the ground and made a soft sound.

Then, with Chen Kunling falling down, was the 49 Life golden elixir friar behind him.

The consciousness war between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling directly squandered all the accomplishments and spiritual power of the 49 mind teachers.

So although they didn't have an inch of wounds.

But he still couldn't die anymore. He fell down pitifully.

"Ah!"

Some people roared at this scene, and then urged their strength and speed more desperately.

So the sword behind song Qingshu became sharper and faster.

Silent as lightning and thunder.

Song Qingshu felt a sword behind him and frowned.

Then song Qingshu seemed to be very casual, holding a sword to cut behind him.

Purple blood soft sword carries the power of mountain and sea. It uses the road of Kun and the sword of righteousness.

Each of the three.

The purple blood soft sword became more cold and cold.

The sound of a bell spurred.

Mars exploded at the edge of the purple blood soft sword.

After an exciting sound, the sword was directly crushed into countless pieces of iron slag.

No longer brave and powerful.

The man who makes the sword is connected with the sword heart God.

At this time, the sword was smashed. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a coma.

This is another instant.

A moment later, the endless flying swords in the black steel army, like raindrops, came to the front door behind song Qingshu.

Just one face-to-face time.

Song Qingshu will be stabbed into a honeycomb.

In fact, the body of song Qingshu is now comparable to the strength of Yuan Ying's four and even Yuan Ying's five.

Much stronger than steel.

But the flying swords that came all over the sky, the weakest of each sword, was also the shot of the eight strong Jindan.

Any sword can break mountains and rivers.

Now, with so many swords coming at the same time, even if song Qingshu's strength is strong, it is difficult to parry at the same time.

But it's hard to parry, but it doesn't mean song Qingshu can't parry.

So song Qingshu crossed the purple blood soft sword in front of him and planned to cut out the Cui LAN and mess the sea.

I'm going to carry these flying swords with Taotao sword momentum.

Although song Qingshu will be hurt by doing so, it seems to be the best way for song Qingshu now.

Just before Song Qingshu planned to wave his sword, he suddenly thought of an artifact in his storage bag.

So he laughed and scolded himself:

"I'm such an idiot."

Countless flying swords soared above the clouds with the sound of the breaking wind, as if to break the sky.

When the purple blood in the air reached the highest point, the flying sword gradually dispersed and then fell violently.

The bleak wind became more and more sharp and terrible. Finally, the flying swords turned into a pouring summer rain.

He dashed down gloomily at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't dance with a sword. He just stood where he was, as if welcoming the baptism of Xia Yu.

But if you look closely.

It can be found that song Qingshu's left hand is not empty.

Instead, some of them were a rather funny looking broken copper basin, which was gently held in Song Qingshu's hand.

This is a cornucopia.

Evil things.

Song Qingshu doesn't want to use it, but another effect of the cornucopia makes song Qingshu feel that it is also an artifact.

That's guarding.

"Listen to me, protect!"

Before the flying sword came.

Song Qingshu wriggled at the corners of his mouth and said simply to the cornucopia.

Then, there was an extremely vague force, which filled the body of song Qingshu.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang

Nearly a hundred clear and dull sword edge impact sounds sounded continuously or almost at the same time!

Like a rush of war songs, it sounded in Song Qingshu's ears.

The blade is sharp and limitless. When they fall from the sky, they bring great speed and power.

Take the distance between heaven and earth as the potential.

With the impact falling speed as the energy.

Then take hundreds or thousands of quantities as quality.

The sword maker only pursues a quantitative change.

They just want to see the happy picture of song Qingshu being stabbed to death by a random sword.

But just before so many swords could stab song Qingshu, the blade was only three hairs away from Song Qingshu's body.

The broken copper basin in Song Qingshu's hand shines brightly!

So with the song Qingshu as the dot, hundreds of miles became a circle.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the circle poured directly into song Qingshu.

A pair of invisible vitality armor is formed on Song Qingshu, covering the flesh and blood of song Qingshu.

The earsplitting sound of metal rubbing.

Those sword blades with high hopes burst out after endless sparks.

But even the skin of song Qingshu never touched it.

Hundreds of swordsmen are naturally unwilling.

So they squeezed the sword tightly and tried to push it one more point.

The huge impact was invisibly transmitted to the vitality armor of song Qingshu.

At this moment, the cornucopia shines more brightly!

WOW!

Song Qingshu's energetic armor suddenly exploded.

The original strength of the sword blades on it was instantly fed back to these swords.

So the sword broke, bent and deformed like straw.

So someone vomited blood, fainted and lay down without knowing life or death.

Song Qingshu stood still.