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So Song Qingshu's carefree battle was extremely risky.

The one that came the fastest was naturally the flying sword that monks liked the most.

Several flying swords shining with faint fluorescence broke through the water vapor of the big river and stabbed at Song Qingshu.

After Feijian, there are countless other attacks...

Chapter 344

"Cuilan Chaos Sea Decision!"

Facing the oncoming numerous dao swords shining with splendor.

Song Qingshu only held the Zixue soft sword horizontally in the air.

After shouting in his heart, Song Qingshu directly danced the purple blood soft sword in his hand into a storm.

Although the fog on the big river dissipated.

But the water vapor above the river is slowly rising.

However, from the time when Song Qingshu waved the Cuilan Chaos Sea Jue.

The confusion came from Song Qingshu's words to reality.

Water vapor flurry.

The river trembled.

The breeze is chaotic.

For a moment, there was awe-inspiring sword intent in the air.

With Song Qingshu as the center and Zixue Soft Sword as the radius, the sword circle is just like the whirlpool of the sea of ​​storms.

Taotao's infinite sword intent and sword energy, like water, were born and died in the vortex of the sea of ​​storms.

Just when Song Qingshu danced out this chaotic sea sword intent.

The dao swords that were shining with splendor had already reached between Song Qingshu's eyes.

The brilliance of that sword first left several bright marks on Song Qingshu's pupils.

Then the several dao swords were inserted into Song Qingshu's sword circle fiercely.

clang!

clang!

clang!

Several Golden Core cultivator's swords just touched the circle of Song Qingshu's sword.

Following the sound of violent metal roars, those dao swords were directly chopped into pieces.

Afterwards, several people knelt in the river, vomiting blood with painful faces.

If a sword touches it, it will break.

There is also a sword that still looks good.

Several Dao swords with more splendor and splendor pierced Song Qingshu, but they were never chopped off by Song Qing's sword circle.

Instead, it has been suspended in mid-air, not advancing an inch nor retreating an inch, and sparks flashed out from its sword edge from time to time.

Only a few rattling sounds could be heard coming from Song Qingshu's sword circle storm.

That was loud.

Even in a certain moment.

The sound drowned out the sound of the angry rushing water.

The voice was like a child trying to carve something on a piece of ice with a broken ice blade in his hand.

However, he could only watch in vain as the blade of the skates slid across the hard surface of the ice without leaving any traces.

Seemingly almost invincible, extremely sharp Dao swords.

But it couldn't pierce the sword circle in front of Song Qingshu at all.

Song Qingshu glanced at the dao sword with the book handle resting on the circle of his own sword.

"Kunyi sleepy fairy art, sleepy!"

Song Qingshu muttered something, and then let out a stern voice.

As Song Qingshu used Kun's artistic conception to obliterate the connection between these swords and their masters.

The dao sword, which was originally powerful, instantly turned into a dead thing.

With a few weird sounds coming from the sword circle, the tenacious Dao sword also bent directly.

Then it fell to the ground like scrap iron, no longer the power it had just now.

"vomit!"

Under Song Qingshu's blow.

Among the more than a hundred ascetics rushing towards Song Qingshu, someone vomited a mouthful of blood.

Then with a stagger, the ascetic fell into the bloody water he vomited out, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Song Qingshu looked at the countless swords that were still soaring above the sky, and smiled: "The sword must be held in the hand to be strong."

"Only a few inches of the sword diameter in front of you can be invincible."

The ascetics who came to fight by stepping on the river are all the top masters in the Black Steel Army.

The heavy armor or black steel armor on their respective bodies are the achievements of their continuous life and death tempering.

So they are different from those casual cultivators Song Qingshu met before, the Jindan cultivators of the small sect.

They have an iron will to fight.

Possesses the heart of desperately rushing forward.

Although someone has already broken the sword on Song Qingshu's sword circle, and even died.

But the horrifying scene still didn't make them feel any fear, nor could it slow down their pace for a moment.

The angry river was crushed by their footsteps, and countless turbid flowers were born and died under their feet.

Lotus blossoms every step of the way...

In an instant.

These hundreds of strong men from the Black Steel Army had already arrived at the place where Song Qingshu was standing from the other side.

They die with generosity.

With courage that defies the fear of life and death.

Under Xia Houli's order, they stopped Song Qingshu.

But they were unwilling to reason with Song Qingshu, because they never reasoned themselves.

Only Song Qingshu died, in their eyes, they stopped him.

So the Black Steel Army recalled their dao swords that were soaring in the air, and held them tightly in their hands!

Under the protection of the heavy armor around them, this group of wolves and tigers pressed towards Song Qingshu step by step.

A sword is powerful when held in one's own hands.

The sword is invincible only if it is cut by oneself.

Swordsmanship is only beautiful when wielded by oneself.

Song Qingshu understood these principles, and so did the pride of this group of black steel soldiers.

A middle-aged man in heavy armor dyed bright red held a sword.

With an indifferent expression, he jumped into the mid-air in front of Song Qingshu's sword circle, and slashed down with his sword without any fanfare.

The speed of the sword was so fast that even after the air in the space was torn apart, there was no sound of breaking the wind.

Song Qingshu looked at the sword with a solemn expression.

Zhou Fang's sword is different from the old sword master's sword that Song Qingshu broke.

This sword did not knead any heavenly and human breath.

This sword does not have any sense of mortals attached, let alone sharp, precise, majestic, and heavy.

This sword is really just a sword to the extreme.

However, this sword is interesting and powerful.

The monk in black armor wielding the iron sword had already reached the fourth level of Nascent Soul.

If he wants, he can attach all kinds of sword power or sword energy to the sword.

But he didn't.

An extremely simple sword may be another kind of pride in the way of the sword.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction, and then threw the sword in his right hand to his left.

At this moment, Cuilan and Chaos Sea Jue completely dissipated, and Taotao's sword intent no longer existed.

The middle-aged man thought Song Qingshu was belittling him.

So his eyes were red, his tiger's mouth was fierce, and he held the iron sword tightly like pliers.

The blue veins on both arms popped up, and with a thud, the speed of the iron sword seemed to increase a bit.

However, Song Qingshu's change of hands was not contempt, but emphasis.

No matter how terrifying Song Qingshu's body was, he couldn't completely ignore such a sword.

Faced with this sword that was coming more fiercely.

Song Qingshu pulled the purple blood soft sword in his left hand hard, and the artistic conception of Kun adhered to the sword edge.