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Chapter 287 One Sword Breaks Thousands of Swords

The Heavenly Sword was originally just a divine sword transformed from nothing after the sword reached the sky.

And now, this sword, which was originally intangible, has been corroded like scrap iron...

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Tianjian's collapse in an instant.

Then he looked back at the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa, and wanted to ask him what happened: "From Fengjian Villa! What's going on with you? Didn't you say that Fengjian Villa's swordsmanship is magical? "

"Didn't it mean that once the Heavenly Sword comes out, everything can't compete?! What's going on with you now?"

However, the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa ignored him.

The deputy master held his sword in his hands, and stood there so mightily, his brows furrowed, his expression frightened...

If you look closer.

It can be seen that at this time, the eyes of the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa are completely dark, without even a little bit of luster.

Of those present, only Song Qingshu knew why.

The deputy owner of Fengjian Villa stood there dumbfounded after a sword strike.

This is not the face he gave Song Qingshu, nor is it because he regrets it, so he doesn't want to use the sword again.

The reason is actually very simple.

That is he died.

The deputy owner of Fengjian Villa integrated his cultivation and sustenance into the Heavenly Sword.

However, Song Qingshu's Hell Terrace directly corroded the Heavenly Sword with countless innocent souls on the Hell Terrace.

In addition, it also corroded the mind of the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa.

A peerless Nascent Soul strongman died silently like this...

"Deputy owner! If you keep standing still, I will die!"

Heiyu Xiezong felt Song Qingshu's struggle getting more and more fierce every time, and roared angrily.

"break!"

A cold light flashed between Song Qingshu's brows, and then he let out a loud roar, which directly shattered the Black Feather Evil Sect's immobilization technique.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was already sweating profusely, and his strength was greatly reduced compared to before.

In order to restrain Song Qingshu's actions.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect directly burned his vitality, and even lost his essence and blood...

But around is a chance that has been won with great effort.

But it still didn't cause any harm to Song Qingshu.

Thinking of this, the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect became more and more angry.

In the end, he directly turned around and sternly said to the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa who was stunned in place: "I have worked so hard to trap this son, but Your Excellency only made one sword strike."

"If a sword is blocked, you will be disheartened and there is no other way to do it. Are the people in Fengjian Villa really so unbearable?"

However, despite the cynicism of the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa still stood still.

It was as if he had just been immobilized by someone.

Seeing this, the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect couldn't help frowning, and then carefully observed the deputy owner.

"Don't look at it, his soul is dead, and what stands there now is just the body of a Nascent Soul strongman."

Song Qingshu squeezed his stiff shoulders, smiled coldly, and said to the bewildered third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

When the third elder heard this, he was startled with fright, and jumped up, away from the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa by more than ten zhang.

And his already pale complexion was even paler now, like a zombie who just crawled out of a coffin.

"Impossible! I just cast the immobilization method, how did you kill his soul?"

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect seriously recalled what happened just now.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and expressed his doubts to Song Qingshu.

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth curled up slightly:

"You want to know?"

The third elder nodded without hesitation.

Song Qingshu smiled frivolously, then took the Tianqiong Hell Terrace back into his hands, threw it out fiercely, and suppressed it to the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect: "Ask it!"

In Song Qingshu's hands, the Hell Terrace was extremely small.

Once again, it turned into a shape the size of a hill, and slammed it hard at the third elder.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect is indeed a veteran Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Facing Song Qingshu's blow, if he didn't foolishly fight it hard, but floated by quietly.

He intends to avoid Song Qingshu's edge, find out Song Qingshu's weakest weakness and defeat it.

Unfortunately, after working hard, the three elders found out in despair.

Song Qingshu has no weaknesses, but sharp edges...

The palm of the third elder was as black as jade, and after a roar, he patted Song Qingshu outlining the general trend of the world: "The palm of the big Wu Tun!"

But Song Qingshu didn't panic, and slapped Da Wutuntian's palm fiercely with his palm: "Dahuang prisoner's palm!"

When the two palms met, the sky trembled.

The third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect's palm was not as deep as Song Qingshu's, and he spit blood and flew out when he was slapped.

The third elder first wiped away the blood stains around his mouth, then pulled out a black steel sword from the void, placed it horizontally in front of him, and recited the mantra silently.

After a light hum, the black steel sword turned into countless three-legged crows, floating between the sky and the earth.

"A trick to make me laugh? Then you succeeded."

Song Qingshu looked at the flock of crows going far into the sky, sneered, and said.

Hearing this, the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect immediately had blue veins:

"Song Qingshu, I will never die with you today!"

"Black Feather Evil Sword, [-] cuts!"

Following the roar of the third elder, the world suddenly trembled slightly.

It's not waiting for Song Qingshu to figure out the reason.

A black gust of wind has come to Song Qingshu.

When the gust of wind was right in front of him, Song Qingshu suddenly discovered that the so-called gust of wind was a flock of black crows.

Unlike before.

At this time, the three-legged crows all carried different sword qi and sword intent, and rushed towards Song Qingshu with the force of a gust of wind.

There are 6000 crows among them, so there are more than [-] beheaded, which is more terrifying than thousands of knives.

"You have exhausted the changes in the way of the sword. Although it is interesting, it is still not strong enough."

"To be truly powerful, there should only be one sword!"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he raised the Zixue soft sword and cut in a simple broken sword style.

With the power of one sword, thirty-six thousand swords can be broken.

Not only that, Lian Mian's sword intent also cut the third elder in half, and the Nascent Soul was shattered, without any vitality.

Today's Song Qingshu's true strength has already reached the second level of Yuanying.

The great elder Tangmengu, whose chest was bleeding, looked at the two masters who died one after another, and laughed in despair: "Hahaha, first he killed the deputy owner of Fengjian Villa, and now he killed the third elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Song Qingshu, if you don't even let me go now, then you will face endless pursuit from the three major sects!"

Song Qingshu raised his sword and walked slowly in front of him:

"What about where?"

The Great Elder Tang Mengu was silent, hesitant to speak.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Elder of Tang Mengu suddenly became angry and waved out the poisoned silver needle hidden in his sleeve: "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle!"

Chapter 288 Entering the Lake of Reincarnation

If it is said that the Buddha's Fury Lotus is the overlord of the firearms among hidden weapons.

Then the rainstorm pear blossom needle is the emperor of the cold weapon among the hidden weapons!

Relying on the prestigious name of "Raining pear blossoms on the left, and wrathful lotus of the Buddha on the right", Tang Mengu gained the reputation of the hidden weapon sect.

As a result, although the Nascent Soul powerhouse in Tangmen Valley is the least, the strength of Jindan monks is also somewhat weak.

But for hundreds of years, it has never declined from the three major sects.

Among them, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle also contributed too much to Tangmen Valley.

The production process of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is equally difficult, even the Great Elder Tang Mengu only has this one in hand.

Therefore, he must make sure that when Song Qingshu's vigilance is the most lax, Thunder strikes!

Before the sound of piercing the air could be heard, the 27 silver nails shot straight at the 27 acupoints of Song Qingshu's body!

The speed was so fast that Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback.

"Lei Ling Fengshen legs!"

After being slightly dazed, Song Qingshu almost subconsciously used his body technique.

In the same flash, the poisoned silver needle could reach the moment before Song Qingshu's skin.