Chapter 608

"I can't wait."

Song Qingshu shrugged and shrugged, dismissing it. He said it with great pleasure. The chill poured into the vitality of heaven and earth, which made people feel cold.

"You said you couldn't wait! Do you think you can kill our town here alone? "

"Song Qingshu, don't be too rampant!"

Behind Qingxue, a monk dressed in yin-yang Taoist robes and scholar hat stood proudly out of the crowd with a peach wood sword.

The friar glanced at Xia Ye's curve with Yu Guang, then immediately put it away, glared at Song Qingshu, and said righteously.

Song Qingshu shrugged:

"I know you want to show yourself, but you have to do everything according to your ability? If you give your dog's life for nothing for a chick, is it worth it? "

Xia Ye hears the speech, and in her rage, the curve fluctuation at her chest becomes more and more attractive:

"Bah! Rude man, Xuanqing, kill him for me. Don't you really want to be my Taoist companion? Kill him, everything is easy to say! "

The Taoist wearing yin-yang Taoist clothes and holding peach wood sword was so surprised that he nodded and quickly echoed:

"Sister Xia Ye! You see, it's just a little gangster. I'll bring his hand and blade and his head to see you. "

Stop talking.

Xuanqing waved his peach wood sword in front of him, and the heavy and frightening sword momentum directly broke the void of heaven and earth.

"Song Qingshu, die. The way is thousands of. The way is natural!"

After that, Xuanqing threw the peach wood sword directly at Song Qingshu. With a roar, the vitality between heaven and earth was directly broken.

Then there was another buzz. The vermilion peach wood sword instantly turned into black and white, and turned into a black and white lightning in the sky to kill song Qingshu.

The black-and-white peach wood sword thrown by Xuanqing is incredibly deep in the rules of the road. It is clear in black and white, crisp and very strong.

With this sword alone, Xuanqing is confident that he can snipe and kill experts in Huashen realm.

Therefore, Xuanqing really didn't think that song Qingshu could get any benefits under his sword.

"Black and white? Do you know what a road is? "

Song Qingshu looked at the peach wood sword turned into black and white, sneered and said with disdain.

When song Qingshu was washing the smell of the world of mortals, he once melted millions of Scriptures into a black-and-white Tai Chi diagram with the help of thunder.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to turn the sea into water.

After Song Qingshu drew himself into a Tai Chi diagram, he felt childish to the extreme when he looked at these black-and-white Da Dao rules.

"Do I understand? Then ask if you dare to take my sword! "

When Xuanqing heard the speech, he couldn't help but get his green veins on his forehead and roared.

Buzz!

After a thrill, the black and white on his peach wood sword became more pure.

White is as pure as day and black is as deep as night, so black and white are contaminated with Yin and Yang, which is more powerful.

A simple sword pierces the two artistic conception of yin and Yang. The realm of Xuanqing is stronger than the previous demon slaying.

Under the oppression of the yin-yang sword, song Qingshu sneered, and then gently spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi.

In an instant, the yuan God of song Qingshu was day and the flesh was night.

A wave of yin and Yang, which is more profound than the peach wood sword countless times, shrouded song Qingshu.

After electro-optic flint.

The light on Song Qingshu's body disappeared, and the flesh Yuanshen returned to normal, but the indescribable sense of power still shrouded around Song Qingshu's body, which had not dissipated for a long time.

Boom!

Song Qingshu raised his fist and threw a punch.

There is a big way in the fist, which flows regularly. The body of the fist is as dark as night, and the meaning of the fist is as holy as day. When a fist is thrown, the void is broken.

With a light bang, the black-and-white peach wood sword was broken into countless pieces and turned into a powder all over the sky.

With a muffled sound, Xuanqing's chest broke a big hole, the black-and-white Taoist clothes burst into ash, and the eight meridians on his body burst together.

Song Qingshu just punched the great strong man in the first God pass.

With a burst of strong blood mist dispersed, Xuanqing's whole body was completely fragmented and collapsed in the restaurant.

"Kill! Kill! Tell the soldiers in the city to kill this son! "

Xia Ye looks at Xuanqing's body crumbling. There is no feeling of regret for the death of his old friend in her eyes.

Instead, she was very excited. She finally caught the handle of song Qingshu's murderer. She could take song Qingshu as a threat and kill him on the spot!

People died in Feitian restaurant. Naturally, the atmosphere in the restaurant could not be as calm as before, but could not be controlled and noisy.

"Go and inform the soldiers that there must be a good play here!"

"Go, go, no matter which faction is punished by soldiers, it's only good for us."

Listening to the noisy discussions behind him, song Qingshu glanced behind him indifferently, and then looked around:

"Step out of the restaurant! There is no amnesty for killing! "

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu casually sealed all the passages in the restaurant, making the restaurant a completely closed space.

"Hum! You think a small seal can stop us. Song Qingshu, you underestimate us! "

As Qingxue said this, she offered a space talisman and burned it. She wanted to use it to tear up the void and go out to meet the soldiers.

However, even though the magic talisman of Qingxue burned out, the space around him was still as tough as iron and did not shake even for a moment.

Qingxue frowned at this, wondering what had happened.

"Don't waste your energy. This Taoist friend has already set up immortal arrays and space spells in our flying restaurant. They have long failed."

At first, the man in Chinese who was considered by song Qingshu to be a great threat smiled gently, shook the feather fan and spoke to Qingxue.

The monk with messy hair stood up and looked at Song Qingshu:

"Amitabha, benefactor, this is your business. I just ask too many questions, but what's your intention to block the whole restaurant?"

Hearing this, song Qingshu smiled and spoke to the other strong people in Feitian restaurant:

"You don't have to be alarmed. Song Qingshu only kills those who should be killed. He will certainly not offend you. Please sit down."

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu turned his head and looked coldly at the meditation friars and others:

"I didn't kill you that day. I only killed one of your mounts, which has given you enough face. Since you are so stubborn, I'll kill you!"

The meditation friar frowned and said:

"So, is song Daoyou going to kill me?"

"Do you really think I'm just these seven or eight people!"

Song Qingshu fearless:

"No matter how much garbage comes, it's the same!"