Chapter 418

Scattered in the sky, the golden sand kept dancing and trembling with the wind, just like a golden heavy cloud and fog in the sky.

No matter how song Qingshu wields his sword, the golden heavy cloud and fog have not been scattered.

"Hum!"

Song Qingshu gave a cold hum, then directly waved his cuffs, and his bloody robe rose with the wind.

There was a roar.

Song Qingshu's left sleeve directly swings the dragon body of the golden dragon to a higher sky.

The golden dragon was already breaking down the collapsed sands, dancing wildly in the night, and then exploding continuously.

"Too weak."

Song Qingshu looked at the Golden Dragon turned into a cloud, shook his head, jokingly opened his lips and said.

Song Qingshu stood far away from the world at this time, so his sarcastic words were never heard.

If someone could hear song Qingshu's words at this time, he would be thrilled by his words now.

The Golden Dragon represents the strongest force that the world can bear, even more than moyeka.

However, this is the existence.

But he was cut off by song Qingshu.

This picture is scary enough.

But song Qingshu still felt that the golden dragon was too weak.

This can only show that today's song Qingshu is really abnormal enough.

The dragon's head turned into a heavy cloud and its body became sands scattered in the sky.

Song Qingshu looked around and felt invincible. Suddenly, he felt a little boring.

"Alone in the sky, there is no enemy."

"Lonely, is that so?"

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword back and whispered with a bitter smile.

After that, song Qingshu turned around and wanted to return to the world.

But it's not until song Qingshu flies to the world.

The golden loose sand scattered on the sky gathered together and flew towards the Golden Gate hanging in the sky.

"Cough!"

A very old cough came from the golden gate, and song Qingshu was surprised to have goose bumps all over his body.

"Who!"

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu turned around, his right hand explored the handle of the purple blood soft sword behind him, looked at the Golden Gate indifferently and shouted.

"The scholar you killed, his master, cough, the previous giant eye and golden dragon, are all my extrajudicial incarnations."

After hearing the reprimand of song Qingshu, this sentence came from the golden gate.

Song Qingshu said uninterested.

Then his right arm and left arm embraced together and opened his lips expressionless:

"That's none of my business?"

The existence of the Golden Dragon seems to have never thought that song Qingshu's answer would be so rude.

So after Song Qingshu choked out this sentence, the existence in the golden gate was slightly silent for a moment.

After a long time.

A pair of golden giant hands dressed in armor poked out from the golden gate and grabbed them at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his right hand like lightning, grasped the handle of the purple blood soft sword, and waved his sword at the golden giant hand like thunder.

Dang!

When the sword Qi generated by purple blood soft sword hit the golden giant hand, there was a fierce metal explosion.

Then the golden giant hand was smashed directly by the sword.

Pop!

With a slight crack.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand had a turtle crack, and the sword body was directly folded into two sections.

However, Song Qing's book root was not as painful as anything.

Because with the smashing of the golden giant hand, a strong hurricane roared between the world and heaven and earth.

Countless black soil and Turquoise grass debris were swept up by the strong wind.

Smoke and dust filled the sky and covered the sky.

Cover up the vision of others, so the sky at this time is darker than the night.

"Your sword is broken and mine is still there."

A very old voice came from the golden gate.

Then a thin figure flew out of the golden gate.

The thin figure exudes a bright golden light.

In the light, song Qingshu couldn't see what the man looked like.

But the only thing song Qingshu can be sure of is that this figure is very strong.

At least stronger than the Golden Dragon and stronger than moyejia.

Because when this figure comes out of the golden gate.

The Golden Gate seemed unable to let him through, so the Golden Gate trembled.

When the figure finally appeared, the golden gate directly collapsed into streamers and disappeared in the sky.

With this figure stable and above the sky.

The space began to shake, and the earth far away from here began to shake.

"Where did you come from?"

Song Qingshu looked at the golden figure, frowned and opened his lips.

"A world far away from here."

"This is my original God who came out of the body and crossed the vast ocean of stars through an unfathomable realm."

The golden figure looked up slightly, looked at the bright sky, smiled and said.

"If the yuan God falls, will the real body die?"

Song Qingshu holds a broken sword. The blade of the broken sword points to the golden figure and smiles.

The golden figure nodded and then shook his head:

"If the yuan God falls, he will indeed die."

"But I broke through the limitation of the incomplete way of heaven in this world with the help of burning Yuanshen. Now I am already Yuanying Qizhong."

"Song Qingshu, how can you kill me?"

Stop talking.

The thin golden figure soared in the wind.

In a short time, he turned into a golden general standing in the sky.

The golden God general is wearing a glass gold armor condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth.

The armor reflected the light of the sky, so it glittered like a flame burning on it.

The golden God general is very tall. When he stands in the sky, half of the sky is covered by his figure.

In contrast, the Golden Dragon just circling the sky is like a thin snake.

His face was perfect to the extreme, and there was a grace between his anger.

Even if song dislike make complaints about this God, he can't find any idea of his appearance.

The only drawback is that the golden general's expression is too cold and heartless.

In his eyes, although it emits golden brilliance and flame, it gives people an illusion of extreme indifference.

It's like a piece of solid ice that hasn't thawed for hundreds of millions of years.

It stands on the sky and overlooks the world like a ruthless ignorance, and the place touched by its eyes turns into nothingness.

When it looked at Song Qingshu, song Qingshu suddenly had a feeling of boredom.

"If you look so good, don't you still have to die?"

Song Qingshu roared and took off to the golden God.

The golden God would be indifferent to his emotions. He stretched out his hand and whispered a few words to the sky.

So when I didn't know when, a Jinhui lightsaber with a length of more than ten miles and a width of tens of feet appeared in the hand of the God general and cut it off towards song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu held a broken sword, only a few feet long, but he also went bravely, never afraid of even a moment of light.