Chapter 1174

However, the Taoist soldiers sacrificed by the tyrant was not the humanitarian soldiers with the most powerful attack power, but the kind of Taoist soldiers with terrorist defense.

Obviously, the strong emperor knows that he is not song Qingshu's opponent and does not intend to fight with song Qingshu. In his opinion, as long as he can stop song Qingshu's attack, he can find a chance to escape here.

Seeing this, song Qingshu raised his mouth slightly, looked at the bully in front of him, and sneered: "hum! Do you think this turtle shell can keep you? "

After saying that, he directly showed zikun fist, and a huge Kunpeng virtual shadow appeared directly. The sound wrapped around Song Qingshu and hit it with one punch.

"Boom!"

Instant? Time is shining. Since kunquan and Daobing collided directly, the void collapsed. The void of heaven and earth can't bear such a collision. After the collision, song Qingshu's body remained motionless and towering like a mountain. The whole person was photographed several miles away and coughed up blood. In his hands, he had the power of the holy emperor's territory

There was a clear fist print on Bing Zhi or that, and more subtle cracks appeared and spread on the shield.

Looking at the gradually fragmented Taoist soldiers in the holy emperor's territory, this shocked the powerful emperor's territory who fought with song Qingshu with the bird world.

Then song Qingshu shot again, also zikun fist, and blew out several punches in succession.

"Boom -"

The Taoist soldiers with terror defense in the hands of the tyrant could no longer bear it, completely disintegrated and turned into countless pieces flying all over the sky.

This makes all the people concerned completely mute, and some are just frightened and bitter.

"Boom?"

Finally, song Qingshu just jumped out with one punch, and immediately failed to annihilate Tao and law. He hit each other's head and exploded thousands of peach blossoms.

Even the power of the soul has never escaped.

A generation of the strong man in the five Heaven of the overlord territory has fallen!

The imperial realm war took place in the sky. There were dozens of strong imperialists in this war, which was extremely fierce.

Although there are far more tyrants of the hostile forces in the world than Zhengtian Pavilion, the eight tyrants dispatched by Zhengtian pavilion are the peak territory.

In addition, the ancestors of crape myrtle holy land, which is also the fifth heaven of the emperor's territory, as well as the great emperor Xuehu and others, even if there are a large number of strong emperor's territory of the other party, people on the side of song Qingshu can also deal with it easily.

At this time, after killing the tyrant, song Qingshu didn't stop, but directly rushed to another tyrant.

This is a powerful tyrant in the nether world. Seeing song Qingshu rushing towards him, this powerful tyrant in the nether world looked very panicked. Then he directly used his escape method and fled away. He didn't dare to fight song Qingshu at all.

I don't know how many people were stunned by this scene, but more people were shocked.

however? It was precisely because he knew the real horror of song Qingshu that the tyrant of the nether world dared not duel. He knew that the duel would surely die, and running away was the best choice.

Just——

"It's a shame for you netherworld to face the enemy, dare not fight and run away directly, but do you think you can run away?!"

Seeing this, song Qingshu slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said coldly. Then he showed his thunder devil legs. His body was like a ghost, just like shuttling through the void. In the blink of an eye, he came to the powerful tyrant who fled from the nether world.

"Nether hell!"

Looking at the figure of song Qingshu, the strong emperor of Youming mansion shouted directly and exercised the most powerful Taoist skill of Youming mansion - Youming hell!

All of a sudden, a cold world with terrible screams was emerging, covering the world, with countless ghosts crying and howling, thousands of people.

Among them, there are fierce ghosts and ghosts rushing up. All kinds of fierce ghosts emerge in endlessly, which is simply 18 layers of hell.

Moreover, fierce ghosts and ghosts, all with real combat power, rushed to song Qingshu with all kinds of ghost weapons in their hands. Looking at the tyrant's powerful martial arts directly, song Qingshu showed a trace of disdain on his face, looked at the tyrant of the nether world with a sarcastic tone, and said faintly: "nether hell? Unfortunately this

It doesn't work for me! "

"Boom -"

Say? I saw that song Qingshu's body was bursting with the power of endless golden blood, and the whole great nether hell was drowned in an instant.

The blood breath is like the terrible fire of the sun, burning the whole nether hell. Among them, there is a magnificent golden thunder force, which makes the whole nether hell tremble constantly.

Under the attack of the blood power of song Qingshu, all the fierce ghosts and ghosts in the nether hell displayed by the strongman of the nether house were evaporated and turned into ashes before Song Qingshu. Seeing that the netherworld hell he has displayed can't cause any harm to song Qingshu, the whole person is a little stunned. Then he remembered that the blood power of song Qingshu can be said to be the most just Yang power in the whole world.

It has the supreme power to restrain the Yin and cold Taoist skills such as Youming hell. At the thought of this, the face of the tyrant was full of annoyance and heartache. After all, if you want to cultivate the nether hell, you need to use the ghosts of countless wronged people to confine these ghosts in the nether hell with a unique message

In the shadow of the world.

Only by refining all ghosts in a few years can we complete the real cultivation of the nether hell.

"Ka? Chum -- "

Later, song Qingshu showed his self Kun fist and waved it.

With the Hongxia of zikun fist, the void was automatically cut into a dark and extreme space crack, which fell on the strong man in the imperial realm of Youming mansion.

In an instant, the whole body of the tyrant of the nether world was smashed, soaked with blood and splashed out, revealing the thick white bones in his body, which was very terrible.

At this time, a faint light came out of the entity and ran away directly at a very fast speed. Seeing this, song Qingshu glanced at the corner of his mouth and grabbed it directly.

Then the palm opened, and there was a faint light emitting the breath of divine power in the palm, which was the soul of the strongman of Youming mansion. Then song Qingshu held his palm as a fist, and the faint light in the palm, accompanied by a sharp scream, turned into countless stars and dissipated in the sky.