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Song Qingshu looked at his palm.

Seeing the vertical and horizontal palm prints in the middle, like a series of ravines, I felt something in my heart, and sighed: "The artistic conception of Kun is endless, deep and abnormal."

"Not even the legendary scene of annihilation can destroy this land, Zhou Fang, let alone the four swords in your hand?"

Say it.

Four powerful flying swords pierced Song Qingshu's door, chest, behind him, and a few inches in front of his head one after another.

Clouds and mists gradually formed under Song Qingshu's feet, and the arc of thunder rang slightly.

In an instant, Song Qingshu raised his body speed to the extreme.

Then Song Qingshu raised his right hand very casually, and took off the dagger in front of him.

The word "abstract" is used very accurately.

Because Song Qingshu is not snatching, not robbing, and not stealing.

He just exerted a little force on the palm of his hand, and then with a random grip, he took the flying sword out of the air and threw it behind him.

Song Qingshu's movements were ordinary and natural.

It's like when he ran to the backyard of Tian Yeren's house, he saw a bright red apple, so he reached out and picked it off.

The short sword thrown behind happened to hit the edge of another sword.

clang!

There was a crisp metallic roar.

A burst of sparks splashed.

Both swords exhausted their force and landed slumped to the rock behind Song Qingshu.

In such an instant.

The sword above his head seemed to be getting closer.

Song Qingshu felt displeased.

So he reached out and held it above his head.

Gently picking it off, Song Qingshu inserted the soft sword above his head into the rock in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhou Fang's complexion had already changed from pale to miserable.

But luckily it's not hopeless.

With a stern voice, Zhou Fang tried his best to control the last sword to escape Song Qingshu's sword-holding hands.

He planned to hide the sword and the thousands of swords, and then nail Song Qingshu to death at the last moment!

but.

The last sword has appeared where Song Qingshu can hold it, how could he leave?

"Sleepy."

Song Qingshu moved the brown eyes in his eye sockets, and glanced at the sword lightly.

Then a very faint breath was born from the space between the sky and the earth, tightly wrapped around the sword.

Followed.

Even moving this sword up and down is extremely difficult.

No matter how hard Zhou Fang tried to push the sword, he pushed the long sword away from Song Qingshu's side.

But the last long sword seemed to be frozen and could not move.

Looking at the motionless long sword in the air, Song Qingshu grinned:

"Kunyi Trapped Immortal Jue is indeed very strong."

After saying that, Song Qingshu also directly reached out to take off the sword, and stuck it around his body.

Song Qingshu was still in the sword formation.

In front of him is the purple blood soft sword.

Quartet is the other sword.

He seemed to be standing in the middle of a fence surrounded by swords.

An inexplicable and profound sword formation also appeared at the foot of the fence.

This place happened to be the eye of Zhou Fang's five-man sword formation.

The two sword formations of different states overlapped, so both of them were completely wiped out.

crackling...

With the disappearance of the two sword formations.

The tens of thousands of swords that were originally destroyed and reborn in the sword formation also turned into shattered clouds of fluorescence.

Except for the sound of the flying sword breaking, the five people in Zhou Fang had nothing else to do.

"..."

"Take four swords and break ten thousand swords."

"Between life and death, the wind is clear and the clouds are calm."

"In the vast world of mortals, no one is invincible!"

"This is the real world invincible, this is the real supreme sword?"

With the disappearance of the sword array.

The swordsmen standing around Song Qingshu all sighed and laughed wryly at Song Qingshu.

Zhou Fang couldn't laugh.

Because his heart was pierced with the edge of a broken sword, it was very painful.

Because his sword intent was broken by talking and laughing all his life, he was very ashamed.

Because he didn't understand why it was so strong, he was suspicious.

Because he was unwilling but had to submit, which was shameful.

Pain, shame, doubt, shame.

These kinds of negative emotions occupied all of Zhou Fang's thoughts and occupied his entire mind.

So he couldn't laugh, he couldn't even speak.

Zhou Fang's lips twitched, but he couldn't say anything.

So he stood there in a daze and looked at Song Qingshu.

With difficulty, he raised his finger and pointed at him.

There seemed to be a smile on the lips, but also an inexplicable ferocity.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Fang:

"Kunyi Trapped Immortal Jue, Artistic Conception Martial Skill, lost to this hand, you are not wronged."

When Zhou Fang heard this, his pupils suddenly widened, and the smile at the corner of his mouth turned into a relieved smile.

Immediately, Zhou Fang spat out blood with a wow, and fell straight forward.

As the blade of the Broken Sword collided with the rocky ground, it pierced directly through Zhou Fang's chest.

After a while, Zhou Fang was lying in a pool of blood all over his body, and he couldn't die anymore.

Li Zhan walked up to Zhou Fang, looked at Zhou Fang covered in blood, and remained silent for a long time.

"Old owner, I don't want to kill him."

At some point, Song Qingshu had already walked to Li Zhan's side, and spoke to Li Zhan.

Li Zhan nodded, and after a long time he sighed and said:

"I know."

The four swordsmen who were originally standing beside Zhou Fang had all stood behind Li Zhan at this time, with their heads bowed, very respectful.

Tang Xun walked in front of several people, looked at Zhou Fang on the ground, shook his head, and said with a puzzled smile, "It's strange that you use swords."

"Obviously he has no intention of killing, but he insists on being better than you and me, even risking his life."

Li Zhan raised his eyebrows and scolded:

"You know shit!"

Tang Xun shrugged:

"I don't understand, what's the point of earning a life and death just for a false name?"

"For the so-called dignity, are you willing to die with swords?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu sneered:

"Probably, this is faith, right?"

Listen to Song Qingshu's speech until the source of the problem.

Li Zhan fell silent with satisfaction.

Tang Xun fell silent in disdain.

It's not just the way of swordsmanship, how many things in the world, what you get after trying everything is just a false name?

But even so, some people still smashed their heads to snatch and steal.

It was probably the same as what Song Qingshu said.

This is dignity, this is faith.

Lingxi Mountain suddenly fell into a strange calm.

What broke the deadlock was Song Qingshu's light cough:

"Ahem, everyone, let's discuss how to deal with the Black Feather Evil Sect? Mo Xiejia, you should be out of the gate in a few days, right?"