Chapter 419

The golden light Dao sword, which is tens of miles long, spreads endless brilliance in the sky.

When the golden sky raised the sword, the sky seemed to be pierced by the golden light sword.

Looking at such a sword coming head-on.

The broken purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand trembled slightly.

In the hands of song Qingshu, the purple blood soft sword has an ancient side and a sharp side as thunder and light as water.

When it cuts through the void, the sword is as hot as dawn, and the blade is orange red.

Now, although it is broken, the purple blood soft sword is still in the hands of song Qingshu for a moment.

Then it will be more proud for a moment.

So the purple blood soft sword was humming slightly.

He expressed his generosity and pride in accompanying song Qingshu to face this broken sky lightsaber.

"Take my sword!"

A solemn roar came from the body of the golden day general, and then the lightsaber cut straight at Song Qingshu.

Boom!

Dozens of miles long sword cut through the air in the sky, and there was a dull sound like winter thunder.

Jinhui lightsaber shines brightly on the sky, so the light and shadow on the sky are particularly obvious and abrupt.

In the extremely bright light and bleak black, there is a bright red residual Xia dancing with the wind.

Song Qingshu stood in the vigorous wind and stood on the blue sky.

He looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and his hand holding the broken sword began to itch.

So song Qingshu drank violently, raised his hand and waved the purple blood soft sword as sharp as thunder and light as water.

So between the great light emitted by the lightsaber and the decaying darkness, a pale scar suddenly appeared.

The scar of the sword is as deep as a deep ditch. It seems to pierce the sky and permanently isolate the light from the darkness.

The black world and the white world were suddenly very clear and bright.

At the foot of song Qingshu, the thunder arc gradually dispersed, and the figure fluttered like the remnant Xia in the evening.

So in an instant.

Song Qingshu stood in the darkness divided by him and looked up proudly at the light tomorrow.

"Song Qingshu, since you like the permanent cold darkness, I'll give you a ride."

"The sinner who killed my disciple, die."

The sky will swing its palm slightly.

So the lightsaber, which was cut horizontally by Tianjiang, turned into an oblique pick at this time.

There was a smashing sound in the air, and the lightsaber fell to song Qingshu.

In fact, the reason why song Qingshu chose to stand in the dark is very simple. It just thought the light was too dazzling, so he chose to hide in the dark.

Sometimes people's choices don't necessarily make sense.

But as long as you choose, your choice will be interesting.

Facing the full strength of Yuanying's seven strong men.

What song Qingshu can do now is not how to make his sword sharp.

If you make your hand speed extraordinary.

He can only make his next sword more in line with the road and more interesting.

Think of it here.

Standing in the dark, song Qingshu raised the broken sword in his hand, and the green veins in his hand burst like hemp rope.

He seemed to lift mountains.

Song Qingshu's clothes no longer flutter in the wind and flutter uneasily.

He was like standing on the earth, far away from the vigorous wind layer.

Kun's artistic conception lingers, hovers, dances and roars in his golden elixir!

Finally, the artistic conception of Kun penetrated into the golden elixir of song Qingshu.

A soft snap.

The golden elixir of song Qingshu cracked a crack, and a earthy brown light shone from the crack.

At this moment, song Qingshu felt himself incarnated into a vast land.

The artistic conception of Kun no longer lingered around him, but was absorbed into his body and really turned into a part of his body.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and turned his head. The clouds were rising behind him. The green sea was noisy behind him. The barren mountains were ancient and simple, as if they would last forever.

The golden God will stand above the clouds, his face ruthless and ignorant.

The lightsaber more than ten miles long in his hand chopped at the earth like a golden dragon.

His sword blade, which was tens of feet wide, pressed against song Qingshu's body like a mountain.

Compared with the huge and incomparable volume of the golden God general, the song Qingshu standing in the wind in blood looks like a grain of dust suspended in the air.

Compared with the terrible and powerful lightsaber, the purple blood soft sword broken into two sections in Song Qingshu's hand is as small as a fine hair.

Song Qingshu, accompanied by the misty clouds, raised his broken sword in the mountain and sea behind him and greeted the extremely terrible dozens of Li lightsaber.

The broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand touched the lightsaber of the divine general like a fine hair, which was painted on the Kunlun mountain.

The fine hair in Song Qingshu's hand was safe, but the Kunlun Mountain in God's hand collapsed.

Boom!

The blade of the lightsaber with a length of tens of miles was exaggerated and rolled up, and then the whole body of the sword was covered with turtle cracks.

Poop.

With a soft sound, the lightsaber, which was tens of miles long, suddenly cracked, collapsed like an avalanche and scattered around the world.

"It's not over yet!"

After the sword was broken, song Qingshu suddenly waved hundreds of swords at a lightning speed in the sky.

Each sword contains the essence of Kun's artistic conception.

So every sword has the potential of mountains and seas.

A sword is a mountain.

A sword is a sea.

When you swing it together as hundreds of swords.

Song Qingshu seems to have directly cut out all the mountains and seas in a world.

"No!"

Seeing this, the golden God was frightened. After calling in fear, he hurried back and dared not take the mountain sea broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

But the golden God took a step back like lightning, and the mountain sea sword idea of song Qingshu pressed one step.

The golden God retreated thousands of miles, and the sword idea pressed thousands of miles.

No matter how hard the golden God will resist.

The sword meaning in Song Qingshu's hand never stops, as if it would last forever.

The sword idea passes through hundreds of thousands of lightsaber fragments floating in the sky.

After the drizzle and morning wind, it fell on the huge face of the fleeing golden God general.

Then on the seemingly perfect face of the golden God general, there was a very subtle and profound sword mark.

With the sword mark, the perfect face is no longer perfect.

The golden God turns the original face of ruthlessness and ignorance into a rather funny face because it is no longer perfect.

Ka, PA.

An imperceptible faint sound sounded in the sky.

Then the golden light God General's face was covered with turtle cracks.

The hundreds of thousands of cracks spread over his great body.

So his armor, which was formed by the infinite vitality of heaven and earth, began to burst.

The golden light God began to crush his whole body, like an ice sculpture beaten by a hammer, disintegrated in the air and turned into countless transparent crystals.

Countless transparent crystals rustle and fall towards the earth.

Among those fine transparent crystals, a golden yuan God is flying at high speed.

It has been looking for opportunities to break the door of the dimension and then return to the noumenon.

However, what it is waiting for is not an opportunity, but the beautiful and slender palms of song Qingshu