Wuxia Super God Chat Group

And Mo Xiejia in the dharma image is the eye of this formation.

He commands this formation with absolute strength and willpower.

Mo Xiejia here seems to be conscious.

From the moment he saw Song Qingshu, this statue of Dharma directly slapped Song Qingshu with the most powerful blow.

Without the slightest hold back and pity.

Song Qingshu's left hand is manipulating the platform of hell.

His right hand was reaching behind him, about to draw his sword.

But that palm came too fast and too fierce, like thunder and lightning.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to draw his sword, so he turned his hands to meet the sky.

The face of the black dharma body was full of anger, his eyebrows were raised like swords, his eyes were thundering, and his giant palms fell to the ground!

A piece of autumn forest on the side of the mountain plain trembled under the suppression of the terrifying power of the Dharma body, and the red and yellow leaves deviated from the branches.

Compared with the mountain-like black dharma body, Song Qingshu's palm seemed so small.

When the two palms meet, the vitality of the world on the hillside dissipates in all directions.

A vacuum appeared between the two palms.

As a result, there was no ear-piercing roar.

The black dharma body only lasted for a moment, and suddenly turned into countless fragments scattered in the sky.

Song Qingshu just slapped this extremely powerful black Dharma body and Mo Xiejia to pieces!

Chen Kun's face remained unchanged:

"on!"

A note to clarify the intention of the sword came to Song Qingshu.

But Song Qingshu just turned his head slightly to look at the sword.

However, after a glance, he didn't even make sense.

The lightning arc under Song Qingshu's feet disappeared, and thick fog splashed up.

So he smashed through a cloud of air, and chased after Chen Kunling violently.

Song Qingshu's right hand was clenched in the cold wind, the inside of the fist was hollow, as if it could hold a sword hilt.

So he grasped the hilt of Zixue Soft Sword.

Song Qingshu came to Chen Kunling like a ghost.

Slash it!

There was only a sharp howl, and the purple blood soft sword's blade suddenly turned red, with a little fire on it.

This is because the sword edge is sharply ground through the air before the temperature appears.

Chen Kunling is a Psychic master, so he couldn't block this sword.

In fact, even if Xia Houli was reborn, he couldn't stop this sword.

Because Song Qingshu brought the sword momentum of Kunzhi's artistic conception on this sword.

Such a sword can break Xiahou Li's abdomen, so what are you?

Song Qingshu sneered, and just waved his sword at each other.

Chen Kunling felt that he would die under this sword, so at the last moment, he shouted to the Golden Core cultivator behind him with will: "Help me!"

After shouting, Chen Kunling took a deep look at Song Qingshu.

Because Song Qingshu had the momentum of Kun Yi's sword at this time.

So Chen Kunling got hurt just by looking at him.

His pupils were bloody.

He is nearly blind.

His consciousness faded a little.

But it doesn't matter, because Chen Kunling finally saw Song Qingshu.

Seeing it, his attack came.

People in the world often use lightning-fast to describe things like ideas.

When the mind moves, no passage of time can overtake it.

The clarification sword behind Song Qingshu will not work.

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was too fast to make sense.

In fact, there are still many swords coming towards Song Qingshu at this time, but they are not fast enough.

So none of them work.

Everything in the real world seemed to be frozen when Chen Kunling saw Song Qingshu.

So the war changed from the hillside to Song Qingshu's mind.

"This is your killer move?"

Song Qingshu stood in the spiritual world, looked at an ancient bodhi tree growing in his mind, and sneered.

Chen Kunling reached out and patted the ancient Bodhi tree, saying:

"Besides me, there are 49 people in the Black Steel Army who practice mind power."

"Just now I asked them to help me, so they sacrificed their lives and transmitted the power of thought into my body."

"So now I'm the only one left."

"So many people died before you planted a tree in your mind, Song Qingshu, is it an honor?"

Song Qingshu frowned and looked up, cursing:

"boring."

Song Qingshu just finished cursing.

The leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree have fallen quietly.

The holy blue leaves all over the sky, imagining countless flowers and rain, sprinkled towards Song Qingshu's body.

A petal fell on his shoulder, silently, but it was so violent that a hole was torn open, blood seeped out like the water of a big river.

"I must go to the Tiandi chat group to cheat a secret book specializing in willpower!"

Looking at the sky full of flowers and rain, Song Qingshu couldn't help cursing secretly.

Chapter 365

Although Song Qingshu has cheats like the Tiandi chat group.

It's a pity that I can't take it out after all.

After all, the current him is still in great terror on the front line of life and death.

The rain of flowers all over the sky came in front of Song Qingshu accompanied by gusts of breeze.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, and with a thought, he raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and slashed at the sky.

The sword moves with the breath, and a single sword crushes a leaf of flower.

The sword qi was light and unrestrained, and the lotus petals that touched the sword qi shattered.

However, the sky is full of wind and rain, and there are too many flying flowers. How can it be completely isolated from the sky?

Flowers bloom on the ancient Bodhi tree.

Petals fall with the wind.

Flying flowers landed on Song Qingshu's face.

It fell on Song Qingshu.

Cut open his blood-colored robe woven from silk that day.

into his flesh and blood.

Cut the flesh and blood from Song Qingshu's body to pieces.

Endless pain sneaked into Song Qingshu's bone marrow, and then exploded to every part of his body.

In the end, it merged into Song Qingshu's mind, making Song Qingshu's sea of ​​consciousness tremble like a tide, causing him extreme pain.

Forty-nine Jindan cultivators died, and Chen Kunling, a strong Nascent Soul Quadruple, almost died first from the Bodhi tree he had just planted.

Now it seems that it is really worth it.

It was Xia Houli who was invincible like holding an iron gun and using the method of breaking blood, standing under the bodhi tree.

He must deal with it with extreme caution.

What's more, it is Song Qingshu who has been scarred for a long time now?

Even if he could see the flaws in this mental attack, he already had no strength to solve the crisis.

The petals are flying all over the sky and cannot be seen through.

As a result, the meaning of killing in the rain of flowers in the sky became more clear and frightening.

Song Qingshu raised his head in pain.

Looking at Chen Kunling standing under the Bodhi tree, and his ugly Bodhi tree.

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment and then said:

"Your tree is strong."

Chen Kunling smiled indifferently: