Chapter 518

"I am the first heir of the eternal family and the existence of the Lord who will ascend the immortal world sooner or later!"

"Immortal, you just kill my elder. Do you dare to kill me?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will be killed by my immortal ancestors? My ancestors have reached the realm of divine light."

Zhao Yi fought desperately against the weapons that song Qingshu wielded, and roared angrily as he resisted.

People are dying.

No matter who wants to struggle to live, even the arrogant Zhao Yi can't be exempted from this.

Of course, it's so far that ordinary people can't let Zhao Yi go, let alone be cruel and ruthless, just like song Qingshu of Shura.

Listen to Zhao Yi's plea for mercy.

Song Qingshu was indifferent, and the vast thunder gathered in his palm.

Poof.

The thunder beat, and a void was collapsed by the vanishing breath in Song Qingshu Tianjie's palm.

"Cut the crap."

Song Qingshu's eyes were indifferent. When he raised his hand, he slapped the broken Avenue armor driven by Zhao Yi.

A deafening roar came from there.

Just like the crisp sound of fireworks.

There, on the silent sky, it was like a bright fireworks blooming, and the light of the avenue fluctuated and shone incomparably,

Like a huge sleeping volcano erupting in the deep sea, the sound waves reaching into the sky make people feel a palpitation.

"Yuanshen sacrificial bell!"

Zhao Yi's golden armor suffered heavy damage and nearly collapsed.

At this point, Zhao Yifang realized that song Qingshu was really desperate to kill him in this world.

Begging for mercy is meaningless, because song Qingshu will never let him leave here alive.

So Zhao Yi frowned, directly drank and roared, and let the yuan God villain Teng burst into a brilliant flame.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhao Yi's move and guessed that this should be Zhao Yi's last kill:

"Give up resistance and die!"

Song Qingshu drank angrily in a deep voice, with a pure intention of death.

The idea of death is invisible, latent in the invisible, but it condenses into a flying sickle in the invisible, and fiercely cuts it off at Zhao Yi.

"Now."

Zhao Yi's immortal villain burned into a ball of light, and then Zhao Yi roared.

Dang!

To the void, a golden bell appeared, the bell sounded melodious, and the golden ripples spread continuously in the air.

The flying sickle just condensed by song Qingshu's pure intention of death was shattered into flying powder in the golden ripples and disappeared.

The bell ripples come and go.

After shattering song Qingshu's sickle, it stirred heavily on Song Qingshu's mecha.

Poof.

A turtle crack appeared on the mecha of song Qingshu, and the mecha was damaged.

Zhao Yi's Yuanshen villain radiates boundless light in his body.

A golden bell reappeared on his bronze and gold armor.

The clock wave was constantly consuming Zhao Yi's original strength to resist all kinds of attacks of song Qingshu.

"When you come to your realm, the power of origin is the inside information for you to improve your cultivation."

"If you consume your original strength so much, I'm afraid you don't have no hope of crossing the pass all your life."

Song Qingshu's thunder arc was hard to beat at his feet. His body turned into a residual shadow and fled hundreds of miles in an instant, avoiding Zhao Yi's endless clock waves.

Song Qingshu spoke lightly to Zhao Yi's comments, and did not feel even a trace of worry about Zhao Yi's impact.

The power of origin is the most basic thing for a friar to improve his realm. It can only be accumulated after hundreds of years of hard practice.

Now Zhao Yi ignites all of them, at a great price.

However, Zhao Yi is indeed an owl. He is cruel to others and can do something about himself:

"If you can die, what is the power of this source!"

Zhao Yi roared, raised his hand and slapped the golden bell wall again.

Dang!

The bell sounded long, the void was shattered, and the vigorous wind of the avenue in the void erupted.

So the bell roared to song Qingshu with Gangfeng.

The Golden Avenue ripple in the bell is composed of thousands of Avenue characters, which is the law of the gods and the grain of heaven and earth.

At this time, the divine law was assimilated with the grain, and the streamer flew out of the sky and was engraved in the boundless void.

In the face of such an offensive, even the six strong people in huashenjing will be in a mess. After all, such a melodious bell comes with the law of the road.

Looming, the battle of song Qingshu has involved the rule and divine power.

Under the rules, no one can compete except shenguangjing, the Supreme Master who can create a world by himself.

This is why tens of thousands of years of monastic history.

No one can shake the strong in Shenguang realm with the strength of Huashen realm.

Even the great emperor is no exception.

In addition to the cruel emperor who fought against the strong in Shenguang realm with the six strength of Huashen realm and retreated all over.

The rest of the great emperors did not dare to shake the strong ones in the divine light realm.

Therefore, such battles involving rules are the most dangerous and also the most terrible.

However, song Qingshu was happy and unafraid.

He stood proudly in front of the golden ripples in the sky and waved the heaven robbery fist.

Boom!

Tianjie fist suddenly exposed countless residual shadows.

Dang Dang!

Tianjie fist hit the golden bell, and the bell roared continuously, as if it would crack at any time.

This is an extremely terrible picture. The avenue armor of song Qingshu is dyed pure gold at this time.

Behind the mecha of song Qingshu is the limitless weapon world outlined by the word "military determination".

Knife, gun, sword, tripod, clock.

Countless magic weapons shining the law of the road lingered in front of him. At this moment, song Qingshu was like a God coming to earth, invincible and invincible.

Song Qingshu raised his gun and stabbed Jinzhong. The gun body bent into an arc that caught people's heart. Then the gun broke and Jinzhong broke a hole.

The knife and sword split towards the golden bell between the reading of song Qingshu, and the two sounds exploded. The knife and sword turned into powder, and the golden bell was cut in half.

Lift the tripod.

Lift the bell.

The tripod rings, the bell trembles, and the sound wave vibrates and rings in the world.

Zhao Yi's Golden Bell couldn't bear it anymore. It exploded into streamers all over the sky.

"Ah!"

Zhao Yi gave a strange cry and vomited a mouthful of muddy blood. His face was as white as snow.

Song Qing's book is moving.

The weapon world behind him smashed the mecha.

Boom.

The golden mecha was completely crushed.

Zhao Yi screamed in horror and begged song Qingshu, but he failed to break away from the front line of vitality.

"Poof!"

Song Qingshu read again, and a golden Heavenly Sword swept Zhao Yi. In an instant, he chopped it into meat sauce, blood splashed everywhere, and the flesh became smoke.

In the shattered flesh, Zhao Yi's Yuanshen opened the void and walked quietly.

"Yes!"

Song Qingshu's mecha shook the void. Zhao Yi had nowhere to retreat. The yuan God trembled fiercely in Song Qingshu's hand.