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The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect calmed down for a while, and used his vitality to forcibly stop the blood that was still surging.

Then he raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu, who was already a little out of strength, and said with a wild laugh.

Song Qingshu got up with difficulty, raised his sword and pointed it at the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect:

"You have a hole in your chest and a wound in your hand."

"And I am unscathed. In this case, even if you are not dead now, you are not far away!"

Hearing this, the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect shook his head coldly:

"Your sword just now has exhausted all the vitality in your body, and now you are just a sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"

"And in order to block your sword, even though I have spent ten years of cultivation."

"But as long as I can kill you, then everything is worth it!"

Song Qingshu nodded, indicating that he agrees with the elder Xiezong's statement.

"It seems that you agree with me, so don't let us waste our time."

"Song Qingshu, I will remember you!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's nod, the Great Elder couldn't help but put on a morbid smile on his face.

Then the elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect appeared like a ghost.

Holding a black steel sword that came from nowhere in his hand, he stabbed directly at Song Qing's written door.

at this time.

The space behind Song Qingshu suddenly fluctuated, and the vitality of the world suddenly became chaotic, as if a thunder had exploded in the black clouds.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect took a closer look.

A hill-like hell platform rushed in front of him.

In desperation, he fiercely stabbed his strongest sword at the hell platform: "The Remnant Wu Xiaotian!"

The blade of the black steel sword transformed into a heroic god crow, and rushed towards the hell platform.

clang!

boom!

There was a metallic roar.

The black steel sword broke.

Then there was another muffled sound.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect vomited blood and flew like a broken kite, falling heavily on the arena.

Chapter 302 The Smile of the Lord of Reincarnation

"Even if there is not much vitality left in my body."

"But you forgot after all, I still have a million ways to kill you!"

"This hell platform is one, if you can still get up, then I have more ways."

"Great Elder, even if you have reached the third level of Nascent Soul, you still don't have a real way to fight against fire, do you?"

Song Qingshu looked at the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect with an obvious dent in his chest.

A smile appeared on his pale face, and he spoke slowly like a hell Shura.

The Hell Terrace was as powerful as a rainbow, and it floated gently in the air after hitting the Great Elder of the Flying Black Feather Evil Sect with a hammer.

The body is light, like the spring snow.

There is a world of difference from the thunderous power just now.

Several people on the gossip map saw Song Qingshu's thunderous blow, their mouths were so frightened that they couldn't close their mouths again.

"Master Fengjian Villa, you think your sword is like a thunderbolt, but how is it compared to Song Qingshu's blow?"

The old ancestor Pengshan swallowed his saliva, and then revealed bitterness behind him, and said to the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa with a dark face.

The owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa shook his head, and the previous arrogance was no longer in his eyes: "Although Heiwu Xiaotian, the great elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, acted in a temporary panic."

"You can rely on his deep realm of the Nascent Soul triple realm."

"Even if it is a temporary Heiwu Xiaotian, its sword power is definitely not ordinary... At least, I can't break it at will."

Upon hearing the words, the owner of the Tangmen Valley gave a wry smile and quietly echoed:

"Before we thought that Song Qingshu was just a madman talking nonsense."

"Now it seems that the deputy masters and disciples of our three sects guarding outside the reincarnation lake have really been brutally murdered."

As soon as the Guzhu of the Tangmen Valley said this, the gossip map suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Song Qingshu's battle in the arena is not only the best test of the Lord of Reincarnation for his current strength.

It was also his first battle of fame in this world.

Judging from the reactions of the owner of Tangmen Valley and the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa.

After Song Qingshu leaves Samsara Lake, perhaps he will face much less pressure.

After all, no one wants to mess with a pervert...

Although Song Qingshu is only at the sixth level of Jindan, he can be abnormal or abnormal.

Among the people on the gossip map, some were amazed at Song Qingshu's profundity.

Some people were surprised at the swiftness of Song Qingshu's attack.

Some people are even more worried about the fate of going against Song Qingshu.

But only one person was still extremely dissatisfied with Song Qingshu's performance.

"Song Qingshu, you shouldn't just be like this. There must be more secrets in you, right?"

The Lord of Reincarnation looked at Song Qingshu who was standing there, and frowned.

For the first time, I wondered if it was because I thought highly of Song Qingshu too much...

The debate on the gossip chart is endless.

Under the cover of the Eight Diagrams, Song Qingshu had no way of knowing.

The most important thing for him now is to kill the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Then choose the treasure of the Lord of Reincarnation by yourself.

Thinking in this way, Song Qingshu held the Zixue soft sword in his right hand, and gently held the platform of hell with his left hand.

Step by step, like strolling in a courtyard, he walked towards the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect who was lying on the ground.

"Great Elder, I have to say, you are really strong."

"First, he was stabbed by my sword with all my strength, and he never died."

"And then under the suppression of my hell platform, I just made a hole in my chest."

"Tsk tsk tsk, just now, are you still alive?"

Song Qingshu stepped on the sunken chest of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and rubbed his feet vigorously while laughing.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was already on the verge of death, with hundreds of bones shattered in his body.

Moreover, there is no one in ten cultivation bases, so he can no longer oppose Song Qingshu.

But nonetheless.

The expression on the face of the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was still ferocious, and he looked at Song Qingshu fiercely: "Song Qingshu! Do you know who I am? Do you want to understand what will happen after you kill me?"

When Song Qingshu heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he laughed lightly.

Finally, he just laughed out loud.

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect sternly said:

"why are you laughing!"

Song Qingshu's smile stopped abruptly, the corners of his mouth returned to indifference, his eyes were as cold as ice: "I laugh at your stupidity!"

"Empty has the triple realm of Nascent Soul, but actual combat experience is rare."

"And without the heart of a brave man, even now, he only knows how to overwhelm others with power!"

"Furthermore, is the Black Feather Evil Sect very powerful?"

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect listened to Song Qingshu's words of cruelty, his face turned even paler.

When Song Qingshu reached the last sentence, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his momentum became even more decadent...

"I am the Black Feather Evil Sect! You cannot insult me!"

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect let out a stern voice, and then jumped up with all his strength.

He opened his body in the air, stretched out his hands and feet to hug Song Qingshu tightly, and roared in Song Qingshu's ear.

Song Qingshu didn't panic, he still sneered:

"I'm an insult, so what about you?"

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect said viciously:

"Then go to hell and confess your sins!"

"Black Feather Secret Curse, the Light of Destruction!"

As soon as the Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect said this, dots of black light appeared in the space for no reason, and slowly gathered on him.

An aura far exceeding what a Nascent Soul third-layer powerhouse should possess surged out from him.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"Self-explosion again? You villains, can you have something new before you die?"

The Great Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect had already deformed his body at this time, and he could no longer hear any taunts from Song Qingshu towards him.