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Only then did Song Qingshu realize that the sky, which was still bright for thousands of miles just now, had already been covered with endless thick clouds.

The sky is dark, and it is night.

When the rain falls to the ground, it is the arrival of the rain.

Unknowingly, the heavy rain is gradually falling on the ground, and a coolness spreads between the sky and the earth.

But Song Qingshu didn't have time to shrink his neck in the coolness, and he didn't have time to take a breath in the coolness.

Because it was the moment when the first drop of rain fell on the world.

The heavy dagger has arrived!

Song Qingshu's mind moved, and the void behind him was ups and downs.

The hill-like hell platform appeared in the void, and it slammed away at the thick dagger.

clang!

A loud noise shattered the rain and fog around Song Qingshu's body.

Not waiting for Song Qingshu to feel the heavy collision on the hell platform.

The dexterous soft sword was already churning gently like a silver dragon in the rain.

Passing over the thick hell platform, breaking through the heavy rain curtain, stabbing at Song Qingshu.

"madness!"

Song Qingshu raised the Zixue soft sword in his hand, cut with a burst of sword wind with the basic sword force breaking the arrow, and cut the dexterous soft sword aside.

Just picked up the dexterous soft sword.

The majestic and mighty Fang Jian appeared half a foot behind Song Qingshu at some point.

And Ling Lie Wuji's long sword pierced directly from Song Qingshu's underground soil and rock, and went towards Song Qingshu decisively.

And the broken sword that just broke through the floating clouds in the sky suddenly came, stabbing straight at Song Qingshu's Tianling Gai.

for a while.

Song Qingshu's front and rear in all directions.

All are swords.

They are all the most satisfying swords in their lives pierced by the strong Nascent Soul.

So Song Qingshu had no choice but to draw his sword!

Chapter 332

Only at the level of Song Qingshu's master can he feel the huge difference between the time scale and reality.

Or.

The speed of time flowing in the world of the strong is different from that in the ordinary world.

The five swords pierced through the air, coming towards Song Qingshu decisively with sharp sword energy.

In front of him, there were constant collisions of heavy daggers and hell towers.

Beside him, a dexterous soft sword came quietly through the rain.

Behind him is the infinite power of the majestic square sword that suddenly appeared.

Under his body is the Linglie sword intent of piercing the rock and soil with a Linglie long sword.

On the body, only half a foot away from the head.

A broken sword exuding a strong sense of the world of mortals, like a thunderbolt, slashed at Song Qingshu's head.

This seems to be a complicated, dangerous and long process.

In the real world, even one-fifth of the breath time has not been completed.

At the moment when the dagger came through the air.

Song Qingshu's clothes were stained with a drop of rain and dew, shaking with the vibration of the space.

The rain and dew on the hem of Song Qingshu's clothes fell down.

But now, the five swords came through the sky, and the rain and dew had not yet fallen to the ground.

Under the sword aura.

The drops of rain and dew turned into dots of glass-like clear things in the air, still far away from the ground.

"what!"

Facing such a dangerous scene.

Countless physical and martial arts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind.

Facing the frontline crisis between life and death.

Song Qingshu never retreated, nor was he afraid.

He just raised the sword.

Clouds and mist and thunder arcs appeared under the feet, the shadows of steps gradually faded, and lotus flowers floated.

That is, at such a moment.

The space around Song Qingshu's body seemed to pause.

Five swords broke through the wind and rain to break through the night.

But it was very close to Song Qingshu's body.

Wu Jian could no longer push forward even an inch.

The awe-inspiring sword intent paused.

Time just stops with this moment.

But that's not where it really stopped.

The Five Swords' sword intent rested for a while.

But the five people holding their swords still clenched tightly and never let go.

At this time Song Qingshu raised his body skills and artistic conception to the extreme.

This made him seem to be so close that he could break free from the obstacles of time and space.

Then Song Qingshu waved his left arm like lightning.

The blade of the sword slashed behind him with the desolate breath of the Great Desolation,

Cut the Xiongqi Fangjian into the cliff of Lingxi.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stared coldly at the long sword under him, and pulled the sword sharply with his right arm.

The blade of the sword slashed towards Ling Lie's long sword with the aura of Cuilan Chaos in the Sea.

At this time, the long sword is like a sharp arrow shot into a vast ocean.

Not for a while.

All the momentum on the long sword has dissipated.

Before the sword body was completely shot out of the rock, the power of the long sword dissipated and got stuck in the rock.

The danger behind him has been broken.

Song Qingshu's figure swept back like a ghost.

Swept away at the same time.

Song Qingshu threw the sword in his right hand into his left.

A wrong hand slashed flat, shining with the fire.

Song Qingshu directly slashed the silk-like soft sword on his left side fiercely.

"Gravity God Ring! Ten times the coercion!"

Breaking through another danger, a jade ring on Song Qingshu's left index finger emitted a faint red light.

clang!

With the tenfold increase in the weight of the Hell Terrace, the heavy short sword in front of the Hell Terrace was directly crushed.

There is no longer the infinite power that collided with the hell platform before.

"The Great Wilderness Overturns the Mountains, and the Forest Cracks the Ground!"

After breaking four swords in one breath, Song Qingshu still didn't stop.

I saw Song Qingshu holding the Zixue soft sword tightly with both hands, knees bent down, and the veins and blood vessels on his arms were exposed.

After he silently said a sword decision in his heart, it was like lifting a hill.

Vigorously raised the Zixue soft sword in his hand, and slashed at the broken sword above his head.

The misty chaos in the world of mortals.

Once again, he collided fiercely with Song Qingshu's sword in the desolate world.

With a flash of fire in the night, the rain and fog scattered.

The Broken Sword flew back into the sky and ceased to exist.

At this point, Song Qingshu's body, which was just like an afterimage, stood on the ground again.

"Five swords come through the sky, life and death are in a breath."

"Faced with such an ultimate move, I don't believe anyone can take it lightly."

"Even if it's me, I can't escape with one arm and one sword."

"Song Daoyou, your ghostly five swords cut through Chenfeng Weiliang, how strong are you?"

Li Zhan frowned slightly, looking at the broken sword flying towards the sky.