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When Song Qingshu swung this sword, the empty door in front of him opened wide.

Between Lightning and Flint.

The figure of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect sneaked up like a ghost, and he struck out thunderously, trying to kill Song Qingshu with a single palm: "Wuji Void Palm!"

Song Qingshu cast Lei Ling Fengshen legs, his whole body dodged to the right like a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage.

The Great Elder passed through the afterimage with his palm, and slapped heavily on the Arena of Reincarnation.

boom!

He slapped the ground with his palm, and there was an extremely loud explosion sound like thunder on the ground.

There was also a huge hole in the ring that was as wide as ten feet wide.

Song Qingshu's figure was light and floating, and he was tens of feet away from the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect in the blink of an eye: "Elder, you are so skillful, the black dragon is just feinting, and the ghostly steps and fierce palm are the ultimate moves."

"If I didn't have Lei Ling Fengshen legs, I'm afraid this ultimate move would be enough for me to drink a pot?"

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect lost his shot, and his face was cloudy and uncertain:

"Enough for you to drink a pot?"

"If you dare to confront me head-on, my palm will be enough to kill you directly!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu laughed, raised the Zixue soft sword in his hand, and pointed the blade at the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect: "It is said that the lion fights the rabbit, and you still do your best. Elder, is it true that your strength is only that?"

Seeing Song Qingshu's teasing face, the great elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect sternly said, "You bastard, you are only a Golden Core cultivator! If I use all my strength, I will crucify you with one blow!"

"There is a natural barrier between Jindan and Yuanying, today I will..."

Don't wait for the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect to finish speaking.

Song Qingshu's sword had already pierced his clothes on the left side of his chest.

Even the little bit of chill on the edge of the sword has passed through his clothes and penetrated into his mind.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Qingshu's figure gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

And Song Qingshu, who was standing tens of feet away, has already disappeared as an afterimage...

"Great Elder, you are too noisy, basic sword style, enemy-killing style!"

In the blink of an eye, all of Song Qingshu's movements seemed slow to the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

So much so that Song Qingshu's mouth squirmed into words, which he saw one by one.

Chapter 301 One Sword, One Stone

Song Qingshu squatted slightly, his steps were steady.

I saw Song Qingshu holding the hilt of the Zixue soft sword tightly with his left hand, and his right hand firmly against the hilt.

The sword has infinite power, and it stabs fiercely at the chest of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and only one tenth of the breath will pass.

The Zixue soft sword will directly pierce the chest of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and directly pierce his heart!

Then Song Qingshu would turn the Zixue soft sword hard, and directly shatter the heart of the Nascent Soul triple powerhouse into pieces.

pity.

One-tenth of the breath time may seem like a blink of an eye to ordinary people.

But this time is enough for a strong Nascent Soul!

"Mo Wu Jishield!"

It's between the lightning and the flint.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect let out a stern voice, and erected a black protective shield in a blink of an eye.

Separated his chest from Song Qingshu's sword edge.

crackling...

Song Qingshu's sword was pressed tightly against the ink-colored shield of the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and there was a burst of sparks between the two.

Light up Song Qingshu's deep black eyes.

There seem to be stars shining in it.

Not only that.

The waves of real energy that clashed between the two kept rolling, shaking the floor of the entire arena with countless cracks.

See so.

Among all the people on the gossip map, except the lord of reincarnation, who is still indifferent and subtle for thousands of years.

The faces of the rest of them changed again and again, pale with unbelievable panic.

"The owner of Fengjian Villa, what is the name of Song Qingshu's sword just now?"

"It's as quiet as a charm, as cold as thunder, and there is nowhere to find it when you strike. When you see clearly, you are already dead..."

The owner of Tangmen Valley looked at Song Qingshu's sword just now, and asked himself that he couldn't stop it.

In panic, he seemed to have forgotten the argument he had with the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa at the beginning, and asked.

The owner of Fengjian Villa was silent for a long time:

"It's really just the simplest way to kill an enemy. It's extremely simple, but the sword power is not inferior to me."

Patriarch Pengshan was taken aback for a moment, then sighed faintly:

"I am dead."

The Valley Master of the Tangmen Valley also sighed:

"I'm dead too."

They are not talking in sleep.

If it was me who was fighting Song Qingshu, I'm afraid I would have gone as far as this at most.

Then, he fell under this shocking sword.

The Lord of Reincarnation murmured softly:

"Song Qingshu, you shouldn't be doing just that..."

Song Qingshu exhausted all his strength, desperately trying to insert the purple blood soft sword into the black shield.

Then it directly penetrated the chest of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect!

"Song Qingshu, you are too weak, and the edge of your sword is too blunt. A sword like this cannot kill me!"

"Hahaha, in the final analysis, you are just a weak Golden Core with vain methods!"

While supporting his own protective shield, the great elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect kept disrupting Song Qingshu's mood with words.

Trying to make Song Qingshu angry and distracted.

At that time, I will directly reach out and crush Song Qingshu's throat, bringing an end to this farce-like battle.

However, Song Qingshu never got angry when he heard the taunt from the great elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

He didn't even reply a word to the great elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qingshu became calmer, like a lone wolf about to prey on him.

Immediately, he raised the hand that had just touched the hilt of the sword, and slapped it hard on the hilt.

Snapped!

Song Qingshu's palm was like a hammer, with unimaginable power piercing through Zixue Soft Sword.

It stabbed directly on the black shield, and then there was a crisp cracking sound, and a burst of sparks exploded.

"Elder, go to hell!"

Song Qingshu let out a roar, gathered all his strength on his wrist, and stabbed fiercely.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect felt something.

In an instant, he broke the protective shield around him.

The figure took a step back like a ghost.

Reach out and hold in the air.

He used all his cultivation to hold the middle part of Zixue Soft Sword.

As long as he holds the middle part of Zixue Soft Sword, he will not be stabbed to death.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword made a piercing rubbing sound in his hand.

Sparks splashed from his palm.

The temperature generated by the friction evaporated the fresh blood in his hands, creating bursts of blood mist.

Song Qingshu continued to send the sword forward, his body full of vitality.

The Zixue soft sword continued to move forward among the elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect, barely piercing into his chest.

In the blink of an eye.

The eyes of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect suddenly darkened, like black holes.

Only a roar was heard.

The sparks between Zixue Soft Sword and his palm were extinguished in an instant.

The evil wind blew up in the Arena of Reincarnation, and the floor tiles of the stars were completely shattered, dancing wildly with the evil wind.

The feet of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect stepped into the floor like iron pillars, unexpectedly plowing out two extremely deep ravines.

If it weren't for the fact that the arena was made of stars, the impact would have directly split the ground.

The blade of Zixue Soft Sword had pierced his chest, leaving a deep wound, from which countless blood flowed out.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect pulled out the blade with all his strength, and then threw it out viciously along with Song Qingshu who was holding the sword.

"Hahaha, Song Qingshu, look, you didn't kill me, did you?"