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If it was Mo Xiejia, the sixth-level powerhouse of Nascent Soul, he would definitely be in a mess in front of the Heavenly Sword and tens of thousands of flying swords.

But unfortunately.

There are no ifs and buts in the world.

The opponent of Sky Sword is Song Qingshu, this is an indisputable fact.

But despite being invincible.

Now that the Sword of Heaven has already faced Song Qingshu.

Then what Zhou Fang can do is to let the sword of heaven stab Song Qingshu.

Stab it or stab it to death!

It's just that Zhou Fang couldn't accept it. The sword intent of five kendo masters gathered all their lives, and even Song Qingshu's clothes couldn't be broken.

Thinking of this.

Zhou Fang rubbed his teeth fiercely on the tip of his tongue which he had bitten through at first.

The excruciating pain made Zhou Fang regain the courage and determination to fight Song Qingshu to the death.

"Everyone, give me the most satisfying sword in your life!"

Zhou Fang spat out the blood from his mouth, his face was so pale that he sternly sternly directed at the other four people.

The four responded one after another, then raised their fingers and lightly pinched the sword.

A ray of light sprouted between the fingers, and then pierced Zhou Fang's eyebrows.

The short sword is thick and powerful.

The long sword is sharp and powerful like the wind.

The soft sword is dexterous and integrates offense and defense.

Fang Jian is majestic and powerful.

In such an instant.

The profound meanings of the four sword intents all appeared and died suddenly in Zhou Fang's mind.

And in such an instant, Zhou Fang reached an unprecedentedly powerful realm.

If Li Zhan is the emperor of kendo in this world,

So at this moment, Zhou Fang is the god of swordsmanship in this world.

Even if it's only for a moment, it's invincible.

But for masters, it is enough for several life-and-death duels.

Although the time seems to be relatively sufficient.

But Zhou Fang refused to give Song Qingshu a moment to breathe.

"Song Daoyou, take me a few swords!"

Zhou Fang raised his hand and waved a clear light.

Qing Guang hit one of the thousands of flying swords in front of Song Qingshu's eyes.

Then the originally golden flying sword suddenly became simple and simple like a bronze sword.

Or the incomplete bronze sword...

The bronze sword shadow appeared a few feet away in front of Song Qingshu.

Then it turned into a sword rainbow among thousands of golden flying swords.

Following a very harmonious trajectory, mixed with a strong sense of mortals, it brings Song Qingshu stabs.

The sword is as fast as a ghost's sword, and the sword is as sharp as a cold and bright moon.

But such a terrifying sword has no killing intent.

The flying sword had just pierced through Song Qingshu's robe and was about to pierce into his heart.

The broken bronze sword froze in place, trembling uncontrollably.

If you look carefully.

It can be found that Song Qingshu's right index finger and middle finger are gently pinching the sword edge.

Let it not advance one foot, not retreat one point.

Zhou Fang felt the sense of restraint coming from the sword, and there was a dull pain in his chest: "Song Qingshu! If you have the guts, fight me uprightly, and take my sword!"

Blue veins popped up on Zhou Fang's forehead.

He roared at Song Qingshu's figure.

Song Qingshu frowned:

"Aren't I being upright like this? You have to be stabbed with a sword to be happy?"

After saying that, Song Qingshu's palm forcefully tore off the connection between Zhou Fang and the bronze sword.

"puff!"

The bronze sword was taken away, and Zhou Fang vomited out a mouthful of blood.

His footsteps were vain, and he suddenly felt unsteady on his feet...

Zhou Fang staggered, and then stepped on the ground hard to stabilize his body.

Lifting his drowsy head, he looked at Song Qingshu with red eyes:

"You can hold the Heavenly Sword!"

"You can hold the Red Dust Sword!"

"What's next?"

"I'll see how long you can hold it!"

After Zhou Fangyan said that, he took out the broken sword on his back and stabbed fiercely in his chest.

Jianfeng is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Zhou Fang's complexion instantly became as pale as paper.

"Ahhhh!"

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his heart, Zhou Fang couldn't help screaming.

While screaming, he also used his true energy to guide the blood in his heart to flow out.

Soon.

Four golden drops of blood floated out from Zhou Fang's chest.

"Changhong Mountain Jue, become Changhong!"

Zhou Fang snorted secretly.

Those four golden blood beads turned into four swords.

One handle long.

One handle is short.

A handle is soft.

Kazuo.

The four swords carried all the energy of Zhou Fang's life in his life, and he resolutely went towards Song Qingshu.

"Why bother?"

Li Zhan knew that this was the only four swords that Zhou Fang could use in his life, so he sighed and murmured.

The four swords slashed across the sky, but the sound of breaking the wind never came.

The speed was so fast that even Song Qingshu had never seen it.

It was so powerful that even the tens of thousands of swords wrapped around Song Qingshu were shattered into real fluorescent lights.

however.

Song Qingshu still didn't draw his sword, he stretched his white hand into the air again:

"Kun Yi Trapped Immortal Jue!"

Chapter 336 Faith and Death

After Song Qingshu finished reading this sentence silently in his heart.

His eyes faded in color.

The originally pitch-black obsidian-like bright eyes suddenly gave birth to a little bit of glazed fluorescence.

Followed.

Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly turned a loess-like color, inexplicably heavy.

That is, in such an instant.

Song Qingshu's understanding of Kun's artistic conception has reached an unimaginable level.

How to describe it?

It can be said that in such an instant.

Song Qingshu turned into a land.

A cloud of mist was born.

A great barren mountain towers up.

A blue sea ebbs and flows.

A vast and boundless land.