Chapter 737

When the dragon sword was waved, song Qingshu cut out millions of swords in an instant. The sword wind and sword Qi directly smashed the void, and the sword was unstoppable.

In the lightning flint room, the heads and bodies of dozens of top killers organized by the gods were separated, and blood gushed out, blooming red in the sky.

"Stop him!"

More than a dozen top experts in the divine light realm drank, and then turned into a streamer, scattered all over the fields of song Qingshu.

"Brush"

Song Qingshu was surrounded by many immortals.

"Break the sky and clear the sin, Qingcheng sword!"

The Qingcheng sword master waved his seven star sword, and a sword burst into the sky. He split the sky nine days, and the void was all over the turtle road.

With a soft sound, song Qingshu's armor was split in two. The meaning of linglie sword only left a white mark on him!

"Can't even shed a drop of blood?"

Qingcheng sword saint was surprised and panicked. After a sword came out, he retreated one after another for fear of being liquidated by song Qingshu.

"Want to go? The word "war", 23 swords! "

Song Qingshu's eyes changed with thunder, and the empty left hand instantly changed into countless sword styles, and the sword meaning of linglie limitless immediately filled out.

Buzz!

After a metal tremor, the 23 swords, which were made up of soldiers, had different meanings, but the same fierce and invincible immortal sword cut through the sky and cut towards the sword saint of Qingcheng.

"I'm the sword saint. How dare you kill me with a sword? The sword is limitless! "

Looking at 23 different swords cutting towards him, the Qingcheng sword saint was very angry, his green tendons burst up, turned to the enemy, and even raised his mind to hook the general trend of heaven and earth to produce a sword.

With a roar, it was like thunder. A vast ancient sword with a length of hundreds of miles appeared, carrying everything of Qingcheng sword saint.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, but the sword connection of his left hand changed, sometimes simple, sometimes smart, sometimes thick, sometimes cold!

But in the blink of an eye, the limitless sword of Qingcheng sword Saint hit the 23 ancient swords of song Qingshu.

The limitless sword is as heavy as a mountain. The winding of various Avenue laws makes it like an ancient sacred mountain.

Twenty three ancient swords are as small as wheat seedlings in front of the mountains.

However, 23 wheat seedlings brushed gently on the mountains.

Nothing happened to the wheat seedlings, but the mountain collapsed.

"Poof!"

Qingcheng sword master spits out a mouthful of blood. His face hidden in the void is as white as snow, and his breath is extremely depressed.

Song Qing's calligraphy and sword were full of meaning. After chopping the limitless sword of Qingcheng sword saint, he directly cut off his head, and the flesh of the yuan God disappeared.

"From then on, there is no sword saint in Qingcheng."

Song Qingshu threw down such a quiet word, his face was still as indifferent as ice, and there was no joy of killing a strong enemy.

Qingcheng sword saint is the most powerful person who has entered the realm of divine light, but he can't even resist a move before Song Qing writes. It's a pity for the master.

But no one will sing a lament for him.

Because his death was a foregone conclusion when he chose to join the battle of sneaking attack on Song Qingshu tonight and seizing the source gas of Tiandao tunnel.

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After one sword killed the sword saint of Qingcheng, song Qingshu controlled the 23 swords to cut into the crowd and reaped the lives of countless strong people like a meat grinder.

At the time of killing Zhenghuan, song Qingshu's eyebrows ached slightly, and the little man of Yuanshen trembled slightly, as if he was afraid and impetuous.

"Qiang!"

At this moment, song Qingshu turned the Dragon holy sword in his right hand, blocked a blood sword from the void, and burst out a series of stinging sparks.

The killing intention of the Blood Sword went through the bones, but it was blocked by all the Dragon holy swords in Song Qingshu's hand.

Ren Xuejian was terrible, but he couldn't hurt song Qingshu at all.

Song Qingshu looked at the holy sword blocked by himself and hissed. He knew that the real powerful enemy appeared in this battle!

At this moment in the scuffle.

The most terrible thing is not the aboveboard immortals, but one of the nine saints of the terrorist God organization.

In the dark, they have become the kings in the dark and have taken the absolute initiative in this chaotic war.

"Who is it?"

Song Qingshu's thoughts swept out of the void like thunder and forced him to ask the person who shot him.

"God!"

Several old and concise responses came from the void, which were like swords, frightening the soul and the yuan God wanted to collapse.

"Come!"

Song Qingshu drank a lot, his face was calm, his words were concise and powerful, and his words were like electricity.

"Boom!"

With the muffled sound of a winter thunder, the door of hell seemed to open on the sky.

Eighteen heavy black jails came, and the endless killing thoughts in the black jails were as vast as a raging tide.

The powerful old strongmen of several divine organizations came here and killed song Qingshu with the art of killing animals.

Thousands of ghosts wailed.

The tingling of the sword on the scalp.

The blasting sound of the void being chopped up.

Different terrible sounds filled this place. Several powerful immortals fell directly from the sky under the action of sound.

Song Qingshu is fearless, his face does not change, and his breath is stable. He jumps up with Lei Ling's Wind God's legs, and clouds surround him, making him seem to be walking in the void.

In the clouds, song Qingshu's body was suddenly bright and dark, and risked several killings by the old strong.

"Zheng!"

A bloody magic knife was born in the sky and cut out, just like a comet, illuminating the dark night sky of the second God pass.

A seed player of the divine organization who is about to be sealed as one of the nine saints came to kill song Qingshu's head.

"Keng!"

Song Qingshu's eyes are bright and uncertain, and the clouds around his body are misty, which makes his body as light as smoke.

The moment before Song Qingshu's body was about to disappear, song Qingshu Shi exhibited the great art of killing animals, and countless strange images emerged behind him, which made his breath instantly terrible several times.

In the clouds, song Qingshu's body twisted, almost empty, and then the Dragon holy sword was swung out by him at an incredible angle.

"Poof!"

Song Qingshu, pursued by several elders of the divine organization, fiercely turned the Dragon holy sword and cut off the head of a seed player of the divine organization.

For a time, blood gushed all over the sky, and the white brain flowed like bean curd. Then the dead body fell, and the dead can't die again.

In the crisis, he still has such combat power. It has to be said that song Qingshu is too terrible.

"Chi!"

The top among the immortals, the wine and meat monk finally shot at the moment when Song Qing was surrounded by the gods on the back of the book.

He didn't really come here, but came here as a Taoist who turned into a fairy wind and crane bone. If song Qingshu hadn't harbored a Taoist eye to heaven, he would never have seen a clue.

"Limitless Heavenly Master!"

The Taoist priest turned into a meat and wine monk closed his left hand with one hand and said a drink. Then he pressed him with a green ancient tower in his right hand.

The prestige of the green ancient pagoda can shake down the mountains, which is extremely frightening, and the people around continue to avoid it.

At the same time, several people who came with the Taoist priest incarnated by the wine and meat monk also sacrificed divine soldiers and killed song Qingshu like a divine light.