Chapter 625

"Your shot is very strong."

Song Qingshu's Avatar shook the shadow at his feet. In the blink of an eye, he stepped back hundreds of steps and opened the distance from the No. 2 figure in the ninth riding of immortality. He looked dignified and opened his lips.

Now standing in front of the incarnation of song Qingshu is the second strongest among the nine immortals.

His strength is extraordinary and refined. He is one of the great strong men in the first God pass.

Such existence is by no means comparable to that of the meditation monks killed by song Qingshu.

Now the simple long gun held by the No. 2 figure from the void weighs tens of thousands of kilograms.

It's a veritable top immortal weapon. It's said that he killed the top strong man of Huashen jiuzhong.

With its dark blue barrel and bright blade, the whole gun has the power of chopping the sky, and the whole body sends out an abnormal terrible howling.

"Take it!"

The second character shouted angrily, urged the white dragon under him to kill Song Qing's calligraphy, and then waved the primitive long gun in his hand wildly.

Boom!

In an instant, the No. 2 character waved tens of millions of gun shadows and shook out gun flowers.

The gun is infinite and the potential is infinite.

The flowers are in full bloom and the sky is singing.

The long gun clenched in the second figure's hand was vivid, like a group of ancient demons roaring, and then followed by the long gun to chop at Song Qing's calligraphy path,

Under the power of the No. 2 figure, the long gun pierced the heaven and earth, broke all obstacles, and broke the thunder clouds around Song Qing's calligraphy. It was boundless terror!

Far away.

Everyone around the battle turned pale. The No. 2 figure of Dengxian Jiuqi was too powerful and exceeded people's expectations.

It's not too much to say that he is infinitely close to the Tianwei demon king. It's really too strong, and he may even touch the prestige of the divine light realm.

"Nine riding immortals? Sure enough, they are potential immortals. No wonder Liu Yunxiao places his hope on these people. "

"Song Qingshu, don't place your hope on me. If you can't stand such a test, you'll die."

The owner of the restaurant looked at the No. 2 figure who was fighting with song qingshudao, nodded, smiled and whispered.

His voice is calm, which makes people completely unable to detect whether he is happy or angry. It is particularly mysterious and detached, and there is no way to ponder.

The realm is as refined as the city master. They can't help but praise the strength of the No. 2 figure, let alone other onlookers.

All the immortals watching the scene of the fierce battle lost their voice. Some people forgot to breathe and didn't remember until their whole face turned red.

Not only the onlookers, but also the remaining four of the nine riders who ascended the immortal with the second figure were shocked, and their faces showed extremely complex emotions.

Only these nine immortals know how terrible the existence of the second among the nine immortals is, far better than them!

Song Qingshu spilled his tea on the ground with a joking smile on his face. He didn't feel difficult because of the strength of the No. 2 character.

"How powerful is it?"

"What if you are detached?"

"I can play you around with an external avatar. If my real body did it together, you would have collapsed."

Song Qingshu put his hand behind his back and disdained to speak. The sound was as thin as a hairspring and could not be noticed at all.

The third ranked Red Cavalry looked at Song Qing's body and shouted:

"Even if you die ten thousand times, it's hard to atone. Now, you can repent forever with your poor and humble soul!"

Stop talking.

The red iron cavalry roared loudly and stabbed a decisive sword with the murderous spirit surging from him.

This sword also matched with the simple long gun wielded by the No. 2 figure, shook a sky and killed it, stabbing song Qingshu's forehead.

Want to kill the yuan God villain hiding in Song Qingshu's frontal bone.

See so.

Now several immortal cavalry who are still alive also roar one after another, do their best, do their best, and urge magic methods and immortal tools regardless of the consequences.

Magic and immortal tools are like meteorite communities. They are powerful and terrible. They all rush to Song Qing Shudao. They are alone, as if the end is coming.

Click!

There was a sound of fragmentation in this ancient street that has been handed down for thousands of years. On it, the guard array carved by the city Lord himself was damaged.

This made every onlooker change color. I can't imagine how terrible the killing move song Qingshu is facing now.

this moment.

A total of five people were angry with Song Qing's calligraphy. These five people stood in five directions, putting Song Qing's calligraphy in danger of life and death!

In the eyes of ordinary immortals.

With the second person's shot falling, the man in black with invincible style should not be able to prevent it anyway. Otherwise, it's too unreasonable.

But what people don't know is.

The man in black is song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu never made sense.

In that moment of life and death, Song Qing Shudao got away flawlessly with a square iron sword in his right hand.

So Song Qing leaned out his left hand and directly resisted the long gun falling from the sky with his bare hands.

Qiang!

A tremor resounded through the first pass.

There was a pungent spark, and the stars shone.

The city Lord looked at this scene and was even more pleased in his eyes.

Song Qingshu looked at this scene, as calm as Gu jingbubo.

Many monks within a hundred miles listened to the trembling sound, and their souls could not help throbbing. Then they spilled blood in their mouth. The impact of this blow can be seen.

"What happened?"

"How is that possible? It's impossible! I must be dreaming. How can that gun be blocked with my hand! "

"What is the existence of this man in black? Why can you have such a powerful body? "

All the onlookers were stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.

Song Qing Shudao didn't block him with the iron sword in his hand at that moment. After all, the iron sword is a mortal thing. It can only be broken to the ancient simple long gun.

Therefore, Song Qing Shudao blocked the primitive long gun with his left hand, and there was no scene of blood splashing and hand bone fracture.

The second figure looked at the scene and doubted whether what he saw was true. He whispered:

"I've done my best with that shot. If I fall, I can kill everyone in God's territory! He was blocked by me! "

Stop talking.

The second man shook his head violently, as if he could forget what had just happened.

At the moment when the No. 2 character doubted his life, the road branding pattern at the foot of Song Qing's calligraphy road flickered.

Then the speed of Song Qing's calligraphy and Taoist body increased to a dreamlike state. Lei Ling's wind god legs and misty clouds were brought into full play.

Other people's attacks, all kinds of immortal tools and wonderful skills rubbed his Taoist body and flew by.

Let your wind, rain and chaos.

I can't move like a mountain.

The power of Song Qing's calligraphy is unparalleled.