Chapter 611

The meditation monks who shot at Song Qingshu were very cruel. When they shot, they were big killers. They didn't leave any hands. Every attack was a world-class terror.

Boom.

In the artistic conception of Kun in the Song Qing book, the roar is continuous, and the roar above the sky is continuous. A total of hundreds of terrible immortal tools are blown open.

After the immortal weapon bombing, the residual power of terror is enough to kill the strong in Shenguang realm.

Even on the invincible side of the road to immortality, even if the hero of emperor road is hit by the afterwave of immortal tools, he can only drink hate.

If it were not for the mysterious artistic conception of Kun in Song Qingshu, with mountains and rivers, tenacity like iron, and a peerless array, the aftereffects of the explosion of immortal weapons would definitely spread more widely.

Any record of the roar of immortal tools can completely break through the world formed from the artistic conception of Kun and tear it apart.

But it was such a terrible killing move that there was no way to get song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu just turned around and easily avoided the killing move. Standing thousands of miles away, he joked and shouted to the meditation friars and others:

"Can you call back on time? Or are you setting off fireworks in broad daylight? "

Listening to song Qingshu's provocative words, meditation monks and other generations turned around and looked at Song Qingshu. When they saw that song Qingshu stood on the mountain, they suddenly felt a sense of fear.

"How possible! When did he go there? "

"Unexpectedly... Not dead? What's going on? Did I just waste my fairy weapon? "

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Now it's almost my turn to do it?"

After that, a huge killing intention came down from the sky and directly shrouded the meditation friars and others. The chill was deep into the bones. It was like a tidal sea of killing intention, which seemed to crush it into streamers.

Xia Ye feels song Qingshu's undisguised killing intention. She can't help but sink in her heart and panic.

After a slight panic, Xia Ye seems to want to vent her inner panic, and yells at Song Qingshu:

"Don't take yourself too seriously, song Qingshu! Who can climb the first God pass? You are not the only devil here! "

The silent monk said in a cold voice:

"All of you work together to kill song Qingshu on the spot and turn him into a pool of ashes!"

Qingxue shouted coldly:

"Don't be afraid. Song Qingshu must have a strange treasure to escape so fast. His real strength is only the triple realm of transforming God!"

"Kill with me!"

Drink and talk.

Qingxue took dozens of realms, which were particularly deep, and each had strange skills. The strong ones of their own powerful side killed song Qingshu.

"I don't want to stop you!"

Song Qingshu looked at Qingxue, who turned into several streamers in the sky, and said with a cold smile.

After talking, song Qingshu kicked his legs hard.

With a loud bang, song Qingshu disappeared and was invisible. I didn't know where to find him.

Song Qing's book comes first, faster than the snow clearing people flying between Tianyu.

Song Qingshu turned into a golden God, with an incomparably terrible blood gas, and hit Qingxue with a bang.

Song Qingshu smelts hundreds of classics, and his understanding of the avenue has long reached the level of returning to nature. Now, song Qingshu is simple and direct.

A bloody fist contains heaven and earth Avenue. The fist is powerful and powerful. The hand is a hurricane.

Under the influence of haodang boxing, Shenfeng mountains hundreds of miles away were lifted up, and a big river connecting the sky was directly blown dry.

"Poof!"

The fist intention shocked the void and faced the monk in front of Qingxue.

"King Kong is not bad! My Buddha is merciful! "

Under the fist meaning of song Qingshu, the monk held the beads in his hand and recited the Buddhist words. With pure and incomparable Buddhist and Taoist chanting, he created an incomparably powerful Buddha shadow.

The Buddha's shadow, with his hands together, emits a myriad of light, which makes thousands of Buddhist truths spread from the sky. The truths seem to fall to the sky, with infinite power.

"Broken!"

However.

Although the Buddha's virtual shadow was extremely powerful and terrible, song Qingshu still shouted, just waved his fist and ignored others.

A loud bang.

Song Qingshu's fist intention fell directly on the Buddha's virtual shadow. After a dull bang, the Buddha's virtual shadow exploded directly and then collapsed directly.

Under this fist, the monk, together with the rosary beads in his hand, exploded into a blood mist, which was penetrated by song Qingshu's simple fist intention.

"Kill him!"

Qingxue drinks angrily, and the seven experts kill song Qingshu town with the Big Dipper as the array.

Boom!

Song Qingshu's eyebrows and eyes were cold. Between his hands and feet, there was a sound of heaven and earth breaking from all directions.

Song Qingshu's blood Qi went away. He was like a God, with unparalleled elegance.

Then song Qingshu waved seven boxing one after another, which was mixed with the artistic conception of Kun and the meaning of black-and-white Taijiquan.

In an instant, the Big Dipper fell and exploded into ashes, followed by seven people!

Buzz!

The meteor sky seal in Xia Ye's hand is a sacred peak. It falls from the sky to song Qingshu, crushing the nine sky and smashing the void.

This meteor sky seal is a treasure of the divine light level in the past. Although it is missing and no longer powerful, it can also crush the sun and moon and reverse Yin and Yang.

However.

Song Qingshu's fighting spirit is towering, and his nine colors are extremely brilliant. He can directly cover the sun, moon and stars at will, shaking down the ages.

Song Qingshu, like a God coming into the world, casually raised his palm and patted Gao Tian, and directly hit the meteorite sky seal and flew away with a quack.

There are turtle cracks on the meteorite sky seal, which makes its damage more serious.

Poof.

Song Qingshu hit it well, then waved a palm at will, brushed it, and crossed the sky.

With a light sound, Xia Ye's lower body suddenly broke into a cloud of blood mist, which was completely crushed under the palm of song Qingshu.

Xia Ye looks at his incomplete lower body, his face changes sharply, and then screams bitterly.

After the lower part of Xia Ye's body is blown to pieces, Xia Ye's upper part of her body flies upside down, her hair is disheveled, and her face is full of despair:

"Help me! I have only half of my body left! "

Song Qingshu sneered:

"Soon you can't even leave half of it!"

Then, song Qingshu's killing intention rose from the sky. The killing intention directly hit Xia ye and cleaned the place below his head.

It became a pool of blood mud, leaving only one head flying out obliquely.

"Ah ah! Help me! "

Xia ye only has a head left. The little man of the yuan God is still alive. He is not in danger of death. He is just scared to the death, almost crazy.

Looking at this scene, the meditation friar couldn't help standing on his head with cold hair. He took the head in his hand and ran away.