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The sword of the sky stabbed at Song Qingshu from the depths of the deep clouds in the sky.

After the half-breath time,

The sword edge of the Sword of Heaven is only a third of a zhang away from Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu seemed to be within reach.

So Song Qingshu thought for a while, and then reached out to hold the sword of heaven.

If someone looks at the world from the perspective of the Heavenly Sword at this time.

He looked at Song Qingshu standing on Lingxi Mountain.

Then he must be able to see the following scene.

Amidst the boundless sword momentum and the lingering sword intent, a slightly slender white hand stretched out into the air.

This hand is very stable, with a strong thumb, four slender fingers, and a little callus on the tiger's mouth.

This hand is perfect for holding a sword.

But at this moment, the hand didn't hold anything, it just pointed to the sword of heaven that pierced through the sky.

"The Misty Clouds and Misty Judgment is the art of artistic conception and body, and if you achieve great success, you can travel thousands of miles across."

"The Great Desolation Over the Mountain Jue and the Cui Lan Chaos Sea Jue are also artistic conception martial arts. When they are mastered, they have the invincible power of moving mountains with one thought and chaotic seas with one thought."

"But in front of the sword of the sky."

"How can the mountains block it? How can the sea block it? The clouds and mists are even more unbearable."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and stretched out his hand while thinking about these problems in the monastic world.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's fingers exuded several faint breaths.

The Heavenly Sword, like thunder, began to tremble uncontrollably in the air as if it sensed something.

And the sword of Houtian kept shaking left and right, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, like a flood beast being chained in Song Qingshu's hands.

He had no choice but to struggle left and right, but he still couldn't escape Song Qingshu's control.

Facing the abnormality of the sword of the sky.

Zhou Fang and the others all had extremely horrified expressions on their faces, looking at Song Qingshu as if they had seen a ghost.

But Song Qingshu always had a faint smile on his face, silently looking at the sword of heaven.

Apart from a faint smile, there was no other emotion on his face, and his face was calm.

"This is a sword with the power of the sword of heaven and earth, this is a sword of thousands! Song Qingshu, how did you hold it?"

Zhou Fang felt the strange feeling coming from the Heavenly Sword, his chest slumped, and a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Then Zhou Fang raised his hand and wiped off the blood red from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily to Song Qingshu with bloodshot eyes.

The reason why Zhou Fang had such doubts was not because of ignorance.

After all, the Sword of Heaven is a sword that comes from the sky and is contaminated with the rules of heaven and earth.

Just like a quiet banished fairy descending into the chaotic world.

With this sword, it was as if Zhou Fang stabbed the whole world towards Song Qingshu.

No matter how powerful Song Qingshu is.

No matter how scary.

Then extraordinary.

He can't be an enemy of the whole world, can he?

He can't defeat the whole chaotic world, can he?

Zhou Fang thought so.

But he never thought of it.

Facing the sword that pierced the entire world.

Song Qingshu just stretched out his hand to hold it.

He held the sword of heaven.

It is tantamount to holding the whole world in his hands!

Zhou Fang really didn't dare to think about such a terrible scene, let alone believe it.

"A sword like a banished fairy is just a sword."

"So what if you are really an exile?"

"I can sleep in an immortal, let alone you, an exiled immortal?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, the very faint breath in his hand was the Kun Yi Trapped Immortal Jue that he learned that day.

Under the effect of Kunyi Trapping Immortal Jue, the terrifying Heavenly Sword was forced to be obedient.

But under the well-behaved sword body of the Heavenly Sword, its body became more and more restless.

Standing right behind the sword array, Li Zhan looked at the peaceful Heavenly Sword, and for some reason, fear suddenly arose in his heart.

This is an emotion that only a swordsman will have, so he feels that the Heavenly Sword is by no means simple.

A faint fluorescent light appeared in Song Qingshu's hands, it was for Kunyi's death.

Under his hands, Tianzhijian is as well-behaved as a child who has done something wrong.

The sword trembled slightly, as if waiting for Song Qingshu's punishment.

Song Qingshu looked down at the Sword of Heaven, and after a long time raised his head and said to Zhou Fang:

"I have already held your sword."

"What else do you have to say?"

Zhou Fang shook his head, the blood he couldn't help vomiting had already stained his plain robe red: "You didn't hold that sword, so I still have something to say."

Hearing this, Song Qing frowned slightly.

Just when Song Qingshu was thinking of throwing the sword aside casually.

Several cracks were directly formed on the incomparably tough Sky Sword, and then split open!

The Sword of Heaven, which turned thousands of swords into one sword, turned into infinite sword intent again at this moment.

Chapter 335 Holding the Sword

There were only a few chi-chi flying swords breaking into the sky.

The cracks on the sword of the sky became bigger and bigger.

In the end, the Sword of Heaven turned into bits of fluorescent light and scattered in front of Song Qingshu's eyes.

Every bit of fluorescence is a sharp sword.

The fluorescent lights all over the sky are naturally flying swords all over the sky.

Thousands of swords came, and for a moment Song Qingshu was like an ocean made up of Lishen and Wanjian.

However I don't know why.

Although the power of thousands of swords is like a rainbow and thunder.

But Song Qingshu just put his hands behind his back.

Those thousands of flying swords can no longer come close.

With the dots of fluorescent light on Song Qingshu's body flickering.

When those thousands of flying swords touched Song Qingshu's body.

It was just like the water of the river washed up on the stone, heading towards both sides of Song Qingshu resolutely.

Thousands of sword intents are as cold as snow and powerful as thunder.

Thousands of swords are as ethereal as the wind, and they can't penetrate through all holes.

But even though the sword is as clear as wind, as cold as snow, and as powerful as thunder.

But they never touched even a piece of Song Qingshu's clothes.

Even if there are so few flying swords about to stab Song Qingshu.

But I don't know why.

When Feijian barely stabbed Song Qingshu.

Feijian will definitely brush past Song Qingshu from an extremely profound angle, and go behind Song Qingshu. Zhou Fang looked at this extremely weird scene, raised his hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and muttered to himself: " how can that be?!"

"How can thousands of flying swords not even touch a corner of your clothes!"

"It's unreasonable, it's too unreasonable!"

"Song Qingshu, are you really a fucking human?!"

Facing Zhou Fangjin's seemingly curse-like accusation.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but said nothing.

indeed.

Naturally, these tens of thousands of flying swords cannot be considered weak.

Especially the tens of thousands of flying swords that Song Qingshu faced.

Using the Sword of Heaven as the carrier, and the Dao of Heaven and Earth as the ultimate move.

Even if Song Qingshu really tried his best to chop a sword stronger than the sword of heaven and cut it off.

But the thousands of swords hidden in the sword of heaven are enough to stab Song Qingshu into a hedgehog.

Even if Song Qingshu is destined to survive, he will never escape the pitiful end of a serious injury.

If the opponent of the Sword of Heaven is not Song Qingshu.