Chapter 648

In the multiple-choice questions of his own life and the dignity of the strong, Tianwei devil resolutely chose the former, so he made a crazy move regardless of everything.

After he first used the power of curse to song Qingshu, he held a purple gold war shield in his left hand and a butcher's blood spear in his right hand. He roared wildly and then killed song Qingshu.

Now, all the weapons in the hands of Tianwei devil are sacred weapons of the road, which are fierce and powerful.

The potential of Tianwei devil is burning, and even the yuan God has been ignited by him. He is only willing to exchange for more powerful power.

Its blood gas gushed out of the sky and ran through the sun, moon and sky, making the heavy chaotic breath boil in an instant and drowning the place.

Behind the Tianwei demon king, the No. 2 figure of Dengxian Jiuqi, one person and three puppets, while forming an array, urged the killing prohibition device to hit song Qingshu.

Including puppets, the two and three puppets who killed song Qingshu today are all blood essence rushing into the sky, and the rules of the avenue around them are constantly winding.

They fought until the earth fell apart in one breath. They refused to give up. They fought desperately. They didn't want to die, so they wanted to erase song Qingshu first.

This is a great war between the strongest, and there is no fancy at all. It is a big fight of power competition, and it can be said to be a battle of blood and fire.

"The power of the curse! The spirit of resentment is intertwined! "

After being blown away by song Qingshu, Tianwei devil took out a human skull as white as jade from his storage bag.

Tianwei devil dug out his eyes, filled them in the left eye socket of the man's skull, and then raised his skull to make it see song Qingshu.

An extremely profound and almost irresistible breath floated in the air, and then wrapped around Song Qingshu's body. The curse succeeded.

Buzz!

With a slight sound.

On the hands and feet of song Qingshu, a million kilos of iron shackles suddenly appeared. The shackles only showed a virtual shadow and no entity, so song Qingshu couldn't break free for a moment.

"Hahaha, song Qingshu, how does it feel to be shackled with four million kilograms? Are you comfortable? "

Tianwei devil laughed wildly, so rampant that his plan to kill song Qingshu was temporarily stranded, and he couldn't wait to laugh at Song Qingshu.

With his twisted and ferocious face and just lost an eye, today's Tianwei demon king is more terrible and frightening than Shura.

It has to be said that the curse of the Lord Tianwei is indeed very sharp.

Once cursed, success is a million pounds of shackles. If you encounter a strong person of the same level, the cursed person must die.

In any way, such coercive measures are very effective.

In fact, many people in the realm of transforming God may not be able to bear the shackles and seals of these four million kilograms.

Once cursed successfully, its iron like body may be directly torn and turned into broken bones and blood mud.

Now, the shackles on the hands and feet of song Qingshu clang, and there will be a clear and pleasant metal sound between hands and feet, which is quite funny.

"It's OK. I'll work harder if I weigh about 40 million kilograms."

After taking a few steps, song Qingshu showed a rather disdainful smile on his face, and then jumped to kill several people towards Tianwei demon king.

The shackles weighing four million kilograms did affect part of song Qingshu's combat power when he fought against Tianwei demon king.

But.

The flesh of song Qingshu has already reached the extreme position of transforming God. It is so powerful that it can be said to be invincible.

Even if this shackle weighs four million kilograms, it can only become an ornament of song Qingshu in the end. No matter what effect it seems to have on him.

In the next battle, song Qingshu became more and more accustomed to the weight of shackles, and finally ignored them directly.

It was so incredible that Tianwei demon king and the No. 2 figure of Dengxian Jiuqi couldn't help becoming stunned. They couldn't believe what they saw in front of them.

"Kill!"

After a slight silence, both sides roared and broke the cangyu, and then burst into action. Each shot shattered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. A little leakage of the afterpower of the battle can steam up an endless sea area.

"Roar..."

Song Qingshu gave a long roar, and the murderous war spirit turned into a heavy fog, drowning a voodoo villain.

Song Qingshu punched angrily in the air, and the meaning of the fist directly ran through the mysterious voodoo villain.

The voodoo villain struggled fiercely as if he had spiritual consciousness. At last, he gave a sad roar, and then he directly burst his head, but there was no brain. This is simply strange.

"There are three puppets in one person. Now there are only two puppets and one person left. Do you think this kind of killing yuan array can stop me?"

Song Qingshu held a gun in his right hand, and the spear awned like a cold dragon. In an instant, he stabbed thousands of hits. Every time he shot, he shot at the weakest place of the pick and kill yuan array.

In a flash.

But the killing yuan array of the nine strong people of Tu Huashen was broken, and it was no longer complete, and its prestige directly shrunk several times.

"Give me your best shot! If you don't want to die as badly as the voodoo villain just now, don't leave your hand and kill song qingshuge here! "

Watch the voodoo villain die, and kill the voodoo villain with red eyes.

In the cry of the No. 2 character, the two of them fought against song Qingshu frantically.

With spiritual knowledge, they do not want to die, so they use the constantly broken flesh to explain what is cruel and tragic.

The Tianwei devil has lost his composure and composure after his means have been exhausted without success.

He can only keep attacking song Qingshu to cover up his inner tension and panic.

He roared and stabbed song Qingshu with the butcher God's blood spear. The killing intention on the spear was so strong that it was a powerful blow.

At this instant, song Qingshu turned the flesh into the night and the yuan God into the day. He tempered his boxing meaning with the meaning of Tai Chi and made himself hit a fist that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods.

This fist is simple and unskilled. There is nothing else except the breath of Tai Chi.

However, this is indeed a very amazing punch. Yin and Yang, life and death, heaven and earth, which should be opposed, are undoubtedly revealed in the punch of song Qingshu.

Snap!

Song Qingshu's black-and-white fist directly pierced the purple gold battle shield, the body protector artifact of Tianwei demon king's left hand, making it split directly!

After a fist broke the shield, song Qingshu's fist intention was not restrained, and a powerful and unparalleled force continued to spread and wreak havoc on him.

Under the meaning of this fist, a deep pit directly collapsed in the shoulder of Tianwei devil's left arm, and the whole left arm bone was shattered into powder.

Then his left side of his body directly convulsed, and his chest was wet with sweat. Tianwei devil had broken many bones stronger than iron.

And the most incredible thing is.

After smashing the shield with one fist, song Qingshu directly smashed the Tu Shen blood spear that had been stabbed by the Tianwei demon king with his palm.

After hearing only two loud and clear noises, song Qingshu shook his hand and threw the bloody broken spear out.

"That's how you fight the trapped animals, isn't it?"

Song Qingshu sneered, like the ghost of Shura.