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Facing Song Qingshu's question, Zhou Fang took a deep breath, and then spoke with difficulty.

heard.

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly:

"I thought that Fengjian Villa would be proud of the sword in the sky."

"Didn't you ever think that other villas are like this?"

"When a person stands on the ground, why bother to use the Heavenly Sword as his target?"

Zhou Fang also shook his head:

"Song Daoyou's words are wrong."

"Although we will never reach it, we must always go. This is our yearning."

"Although the power is limited, but never give up, this is hope."

"Although man stands on the ground, he must aim to the sky. This is pride!"

Song Qingshu frowned:

"Your broken sword is full of worldly troubles, how can you cut out a sword in the sky?"

Zhou Fang chuckled lightly:

"Chop if you can't cut it, this is the sword!"

"As long as I cut it, who cares about the iron chains and cold chains, who cares about the height of mountains and rivers, who cares about the distance between man and nature?"

"If one sword fails, I will cut two swords. If two swords fail, I will cut four swords. Four will not make eight, eight will not make a hundred, and a hundred will not make a thousand!"

"As long as I chop, sooner or later I will be able to chop the sword of heaven and man!"

heard.

Song Qingshu looked around at the five people in different directions, and sneered: "You only have five swords."

Zhou Fang said:

"Five swords can be one sword, and one sword is all the swords of our five immortals."

"So I have no less than ten million swords!"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Admiration! Please!"

As Song Qingshu's words fell to the ground.

The sword array under his feet suddenly emitted infinite light.

The five of Zhou Fang squeezed their swords with their hands, bit their tongues and spit out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed on their respective swords.

Immediately, five whistles came from around Song Qingshu's body.

Amidst the howling sound, the five swords rose through the air, and countless afterimages appeared on the sword array at Song Qingshu's feet.

These are countless afterimages formed by the condensation of five swords.

Song Qingshu looked at this scene and smiled lightly:

"I'm right, you really only have five swords."

But as the afterimage gradually condenses.

Originally, Song Qingshu could still see where the five swords were.

Facing the shadows of swords flying all over the sky now, he still can't tell the difference...

Song Qingshu sighed:

"What you said is indeed true, you really have thousands of swords."

clang!

With an extremely clear and loud collision sound in the air, the countless condensed sword shadows instantly condensed into a sword.

There is a sense of mortals on this sword.

It has the unique artistic conception of the other four swords.

Heavy and majestic, sharp and nimble.

Song Qingshu hasn't seen through the charm of this sword yet.

This sword had already pierced through the air, stabbing towards Song Qingshu.

The body of the sword has not arrived.

The sword energy has arrived.

The breeze blew from the edge of the sword, breaking Song Qingshu's strands of hair, scratching his cheek, leaving a light white mark.

This sword array is not very strong, but it is also very strong.

With the strength of five people, only one sword can be used, and the effect of ordinary combat is too small.

But this sword made Song Qingshu's eyes shine.

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Song Qingshu looked at the Heavenly Sword, which was ups and downs in the sky, exuding the coercion of heaven.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he exclaimed:

"A collection of thousands of swords in one sword."

"Then how powerful should this sword be?"

"Zhou Fang, if it weren't for the world's great avenue of heaven and earth being too powerful."

"Your sword might really be able to replace the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!"

When Song Qingshu sighed.

The sword above the sky had already pierced through the air, piercing Song Qingshu's face.

Looking at the space fragments that were split apart by the sword force.

Song Qingshu once again praised earnestly:

"Good sword!"

Sigh finished.

Song Qingshu stuck the purple blood soft sword behind his back directly into the ground.

clang!

With a burst of sparks flying.

Song Qingshu's Zixue Soft Sword went deep into the huge rock under the ground, and could no longer be pulled out.

Facing such a powerful sword of heaven and man.

Song Qingshu just had a smile on his face, with a kind face, as if he didn't intend to draw a sword at all.

Zhou Fang slightly raised his head and looked sideways in the infinite sword intent of the Sword of Heaven.

Seeing Song Qingshu standing proudly with a flat smile on his face, he frowned and asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid even Li Zhan can't stop this sword with his sword."

"This sword, if Mo Xiejia is not prepared, will fall."

"Song Qingshu, what are you going to do?"

"Knowing that you are invincible, so you die generously?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Fang yelled at Song Qingshu through the voice transmission of his spiritual thoughts amidst the lingering sound of the sword wind: "Fellow Daoist Song! You can avoid it, no need to carry it hard!"

"This sword is not simple, even if you hold a sword, you can't stop it!"

"You are a swordsman genius, you can't die like this."

heard.

Song Qingshu laughed loudly:

"Life and death are not a matter of generosity, but of heart."

Zhou Fang said doubtfully:

"It's not about generosity? Then why don't you stand with a sword?"

Song Qingshu said:

"Because I can't stop it with a sword."

In fact, it was not appropriate for Song Qingshu to say that.

It's not that he can't stop it with a sword.

It was only at the moment when the Sword of Heaven appeared.

Song Qingshu knew that his sword intent was not as strong as this one.

Although there is also the possibility of victory.

But because my sword is not as strong as yours, I don't want to use it.

This is Song Qingshu's weird temper when holding a sword.

Or.

This is his dignity and pride when he holds the sword.

So Song Qingshu stabbed at the sword of heaven without drawing his sword.

However, the sword of that day was coming like thunder and lightning, unmatched.

Although the sound transmission of divine sense can communicate everything in less than a breath.

But at such a moment when Zhou Fang and Song Qingshu transmitted their spiritual thoughts.