Chapter 444

"Boom!"

Thunder broke out on the Dharma array, and the void was pierced by thunder.

The space of the place where song Qingshu stood was fragmented.

There is space turbulence flowing out of the broken space, constantly pulling song Qingshu's clothes and figure.

"Yes!"

Song Qingshu looked at the shattered space, and his small mouth made a sound.

The space turbulence flowing out of the broken space was stopped by the little man of the yuan God, and song Qingshu's figure was stabilized in the void again.

In such a moment.

The thousands of swords just wielded by the old man riding a cow have smashed the void and came to song Qingshu.

Each of the thousands of swords represents the red color of killing.

Look from a distance.

It was like a bloody storm roaring away at Song Qingshu.

The old man riding a cow looked at the bloody wind facing song Qingshu, and his expression was no longer gloomy.

At least in his eyes, there was a little excitement.

This thousand swords is another of the strongest killing moves of the old man riding cattle. It seems that there is nothing special about this bloody storm.

But on each red Dao sword, the old man riding the cow was engraved with an incomparably powerful killing amulet.

Even if only one red Dao sword pierces the flesh and blood of song Qingshu, it is enough.

Because the killing gas attached to its sword can directly blow up the flesh and blood of song Qingshu and directly cut off the flesh and blood and meridians of song Qingshu.

So the old man riding a cow is waiting.

He was waiting for the sword in Song Qing's book, and then he was afraid and desperate and scolded again.

So the old man riding a cow swept away his decadent appearance before, and there was some unspeakable excitement in his eyes.

"Die, song Qingshu!"

The old bull riding man raised his head, looked at Song Qingshu in the thunder and shouted.

His voice became very confident and proud.

With this sound came countless red flying swords with red light all over them.

As the distance between the red flying sword and song Qingshu gets closer and closer, song Qingshu can see the shape of the short flying sword more and more.

They have sharp and narrow swords, on which countless colorful lines and profound characters are engraved.

There is an unknown smell of the road floating on the sword, which makes the little sword more sharp.

I'm afraid this sword can solve the strongest state of moxie Jia.

The number of such swords multiplied by tens of thousands is naturally extremely terrible.

The old bull riding man looked at Song Qingshu, smiled and thought:

"Even if you are physically unparalleled and face a sword like this, you have to fight with all your strength?"

"However, as long as you are distracted, the thunder in the array will chop you to death, and the characters of the chanting statue can swallow you up."

"Song Qingshu, so, what should you do?"

However.

Although the old bull riding man considered all the conditions, he still forgot one thing.

That's song Qingshu. He's never reasonable.

Something that makes no sense, but it can happen to him

Song Qingshu looked at the thousands of swords coming face to face, and his face was not in any mood.

He just turned his head and looked at Dao Jian, then turned his head directly and didn't look at the thousands of Dao Jian again.

He casually raised his left palm and patted down the thousands of swords.

When song Qingshu came out of the palm, a huge palm formed by sky thunder and clouds was faintly condensed behind song Qingshu.

The giant palm is as dark as night, and the whole body emits dazzling thunder light.

Thunder is thunder robbery, and robbing clouds is heaven.

"Heaven rob palm!"

Song Qingshu kept silent and just recited a sentence in his heart.

So the huge palm of the thunder robbed the cloud passed through song Qingshu's body and was heavily patted on thousands of swords.

Poof!

There was a very clear sound of breaking in the bloody wind and rain.

Like countless mirrors, they were hammered into countless pieces by a huge hammer in a kilo.

Then there was a loud noise.

The thousands of swords were crushed into a burst of blood red mustard powder, which diffused in the sky.

Song Qingshu broke thousands of swords with one palm, but the meaning of heaven's robbery is still inexhaustible.

With the sound of breaking in the space.

Song Qingshu's palm had torn the void in a moment, and then slapped it on the old man riding a cow.

There was another soft pop.

The Taoist robe on the old man riding a cow was crushed into mustard powder.

He flew out in pain, fell to the ground and hit a deep hole.

Song Qingshu looked at the old man riding a cow coldly.

So he didn't bother to pay attention to anything, but focused on the thunder robbery in front of him.

"How dare you look down on me!"

The old bull rider had a deep pit in his chest.

Somehow, however, he felt no pain.

So he suddenly felt that song Qingshu's palm was not great.

So when song Qingshu looked at him contemptuously, the old man riding a cow felt very angry.

The old bull riding man raised his right hand in the pit, and the breath of heaven and earth condensed on his hand.

An exquisite Dao sword also condensed in his palm with the breath of heaven and earth.

The old man riding a cow takes a sword as a stick and wants to support himself to stand up in the pit.

"Ha!"

A burst.

The figure of the old man riding a cow has stood up half his body.

The old man riding a cow was sweating and his veins burst.

Then there was a loud bang.

The exquisite Dao sword was shattered into the breath of heaven and earth, and the old man riding the cow fell heavily into the pit.

The old man riding the cow scolded angrily, so he directly supported the ground with his palm and wanted to get up.

He got up hard and fell again.

Get up and fall again, seven times.

So the old man riding the cow finally had no strength to get up. He directly lay down in the pit, his face ugly and very confused.

Wow.

The old man riding the cow began to vomit blood, and the blood gradually became very dark from holiness.

There are even some fragments of internal organs in it.

Song Qingshu's heaven robbed palm invaded the old man's body like heaven robbed into the body in an instant.

Broke his God.

Powdered his flesh and blood channels.

Cracked his bones.

Killed one of his dogs.

The old man on the cow fell into the blood he vomited and died.

"Another one of you is dead."

Song Qingshu raised his hand and tore open a thunder as thick as a mountain, smiled and said.

The face of the statue of chanting is very ugly.

The array above song Qingshu's head became more terrible.

Roaring, gluttonous devoured thousands of thunder, opened his huge mouth and roared at him.

"Bang!"

When Taotie came, another loud noise came from his mouth. The thunder was dense, one after another, as thick as a mountain.

The thunder hit song Qingshu successively, and sparks splashed and clanked, which was very amazing.