Chapter 691

"How did you escape the Lord's thoughts and leave the heroic battlefield quietly to come here?"

Song Qingshu nailed the halberd to the ground, and the mossy solid floor tile turned into powder in an instant. The turtle crack expanded ten miles in an instant, and the whole first God pass shook and trembled.

Song Qingshu fell to the ground with a halberd.

It's like the Thunder God's hammer pounding in the sky.

There was a rumble.

It is as terrible as a magic sound.

The whole world seemed to be torn in two. The Tao sound soared up into the sky and turned into an invisible flying dragon roaring to the Liu Yunxiao.

"Scattered!"

Liu Yunxiao's veins burst up on his neck. He carried the real yuan breath in his body, roared and roared through the sky Valley, melting the supreme voice of song Qingshu.

The ferocious roaring invisible flying dragon was also roared away by Liu Yunxiao.

"The hand is an invisible sound. Liu Yunxiao, you can find me a good opponent."

On Liu Yunxiao's side, the nameless strong man, who was also covered by a black robe, pulled off his black robe and exposed his chest, while looking at Song Qingshu and talking indifferently.

"No matter how strong, can he be better than the three of us? Today, the identity of my blood knife successor has been exposed. I will never let him go! "

Yu Wenyu, who had just been turned into blood mud by song Qingshu's halberd, reconstituted her body in the blood mud and struggled to get up.

The bloody long knife formed by the spinal cord in his hand was also reassembled in a burst of blood light, without any damage to the whole body.

And faintly, the bloody long knife became more sharp and invincible.

"Ding, open your lips systematically. The descendants of the blood knife are the inheritors of the blood Valley demon family. The blood Valley demon family is very mysterious and usually does not appear in the world."

"The blood knife refers to the most precious magic knife of the blood Valley demon family. The magic knife is handed down from generation to generation, and only one person is handed down from generation to generation. Whoever owns the magic knife has the body of King Kong, which is not bad, and it is difficult to kill!"

When song Qingshu was surprised.

In the depths of song Qingshu's mind, a systematic prompt sound suddenly sounded, which made him understand its strength and mystery in an instant.

"Blood knife descendant... Xiao Dao er."

Song Qingshu glanced contemptuously at Liu Yunxiao and immediately jumped him over, disapproving.

After skipping Yu Wenyu, song Qingshu chose to look at Liu Yunxiao, who had been standing aside, and finally looked at an extra strong man in black.

Song Qingshu's eyes frowned slightly and looked a little dignified.

Knowing the meaning of song Qingshu, Liu Yunxiao shrugged and said with a light smile:

"I know you want to understand a lot."

"But there are only three things I can tell you now."

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Say!"

Liu Yunxiao sneered and stretched out three fingers. Each time he said something, he put one finger away:

"First, my curse has been lifted. I can leave this damn place and go on the road as an immortal!"

"Second, I know I can't deal with you alone, so I invited strong foreign aid with great strength!"

"Third, song Qingshu, you will die here!"

After the last thing.

Liu Yunxiao pinched his right hand heavily. With a puff, the void trembled.

Hearing this, song Qingshu took a serious look at the so-called foreign aid, and the prompt sounded again in his mind:

"The island Master of the 13th area of the heroic battlefield, heiluosha!"

Liu Yunxiao's power is so strong that even the island owners of zone I on the heroic battlefield are invited out.

It's not difficult to ask the island leader to get rid of Liu Yunxiao by virtue of his understanding of the heroic battlefield. It should even be easy.

So far.

All the questions of song Qingshu were solved and he was no longer curious.

Then, for song Qingshu, the rest is World War I!

"Come to war!"

Song Qingshu mentions the halberd, with a fierce sense of war, just like a God in the world. Looking at heiluosha and other three people, he calmly smiles.

First, the atmosphere of Shenguan was boiling in an instant. No one thought that there was still a shocking battle in the city.

"Stop it all!"

The void is distorted, a vague figure appears, and the virtual shadow of the city master of the first God pass appears.

The city Lord glanced at Liu Yunxiao, and his eyes showed regret for some reason.

Then the city Lord looked at Song Qingshu again. His lips wriggled and he was about to start whispering something.

"Lord, don't do me any worse!"

Song Qingshu seemed to have guessed the city Lord's mind. He frowned, his eyes were slightly cold, and drank fiercely.

After being choked by song Qingshu, the city Lord had no choice but to shake his head, smile bitterly and wave his sleeve, showing a transmission altar at the top of the first God pass:

"The delivery time is advanced! All those who want to ascend to the immortal are on the road. Don't stop for a moment. You can fight as you like on the road! "

The voice of the city Lord was resounding, and many people were shocked. Their blood and blood were surging. They could not stand stably, but they were full of war.

Boom!

First, the distant horn sound in Shenguan resounds through the sky. The horn sound is vast and distant, calling all immortals.

The faint light flows on the transmission altar, which makes countless strong people rush to fly away.

"You four! Finally, I will go to the altar of transmission and dare to hurt innocent people. I must chop you alive. "

The city Lord threw out such a sentence before the virtual shadow dissipated, which immediately made Liu Yunxiao dare not act rashly, so they had to wait in place.

They are waiting for all immortals to step forward, so they dare to attack song Qingshu.

"It's a pity that Mo Ru's tea and wine and Mo Ru me are waiting for you on the way ahead. Song Daoyou, take care!"

It's not like a fairy's long skirt, which dissipates here like a rosy cloud and runs to the transmission altar.

"Amitabha."

The wine and meat monk nodded to song Qingshu, and then a ten thousand feet of Buddha shadow appeared on him. He was covered with bright glow and stepped step by step towards the altar.

"Song Qingshu, don't die here! The lives of three hundred different races have to be explained! "

The prince of Shenxi gave song Qingshu a cold stare, said a cruel word, and then turned and left.

However, in a moment, the first God Guan, which was originally very noisy, became cold again.

When the original residents returned home, the virtual shadow of the city master dissipated, leaving a fire burning altar and four people in Song Qingshu.

"We should do it, song Qingshu. Do you have any last words?"

Liu Yunxiao took a step, full of banter, and said unkindly to song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is not afraid. There is nothing he can do about the encirclement and killing of 300 different races. What can they do to him if they work together?

"If you have any last words, you can tell me, but I don't have a good memory and I don't speak in vain."

"So, I suggest you shut up and fight!"

Song Qingshu swept out the halberd and danced for nine days, wailing and roaring!