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"Thank you, but in fact, it's not that powerful in my eyes."

Song Qingshu swung his sword to chop off the flying flowers with several petals oncoming, equally indifferent:

"Why?"

Chen Kunling patted the body of the bodhi tree and said with a thousand sighs:

"Because Xia Houli broke through my illusion with just one shot, so it is naturally not strong."

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth raised slightly, and there was an inexplicable taste in his eyes:

"The 49 golden core monks who died in the same body just planted it?"

Chen Kunling laughed loudly and shook his head:

"No, I'm the only one doing it."

Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction:

"Xia Houli's iron spear was cut off by me."

"So Xia Houli is not as good as me."

"Then you are full of flowers and rain, even if you think about it, you can't kill me."

Chen Kunling shook his head violently, with a playful smile in his eyes:

"Every time a Golden Core cultivator dies, this ancient pearl tree will grow older."

"The more green leaves will grow, the more green will be."

"Song Qingshu, you should die."

Hearing the words, Song Qingshu raised his sword, and waved it at Chen Kunling and his broken tree indifferently.

The invisible sword aura carried a vague murderous aura.

The killing intent was fierce and boundless, and with the hissing sound of tearing the air, it rushed towards Chen Kunling.

The killing intent disrupted the rain of flowers in front of Song Qingshu.

The rain of flowers scattered in the sky, flying around aimlessly.

The sword energy created a vacuum kendo in Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling's sword.

There has never been even a flower rain in the way of the sword.

However, despite the fierceness of this sword.

The thin red line that Song Qingshu wanted to see did not appear on Chen Kunling's neck.

So Song Qingshu frowned, and murmured in doubt:

"Ok?"

Chen Kunling smiled indifferently, pointed to a thin line that suddenly appeared on the ancient bodhi tree and said, "You can actually leave traces on this tree?"

"It seems that your sword just now was really strong."

"It's just that no matter how strong you are, you are just a flesh body."

"Since it's a flesh body? How can you not die?"

The ancient bodhi tree tilted its head, its branches and leaves continuously sprinkled towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked seriously at the bodhi leaves blowing towards him.

At this time, all his attention was in the rain made of petals all over the sky.

So facing Chen Kunling's provocation, Song Qingshu didn't and didn't bother to reply.

He looked at the petals that hit him one by one.

There was an incomparably dignified killing intent between his brows.

"Xiahou's iron spear never made me bleed."

"Your mother-in-law attack made me bleed."

"Since you want to die so much, I won't let you go."

Song Qingshu held the Zixue soft sword across his body, and walked towards the ancient Bodhi tree a few feet away.

The arc of lightning under his feet has already become a ray of light.

A billowing thick fog rose from the midst of the ten thousand zhang rays of light.

He seemed to be stepping on the clouds and light, and walked towards the ancient Bodhi tree.

Like a fairy coming from the clouds.

In the flurry of petals dancing, there is light under your feet.

"Song Qingshu, stop struggling."

"I'm only eight feet away from you."

"In the real world, with this distance, I'm afraid you would have killed me long ago."

"But you are at my tree."

"One zhang is ten thousand li, and eight zhang is eighty thousand li. Even if you die from exhaustion, how can you step out of eight zhang?"

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu's raised right foot and stopped in the air, and smiled slightly.

As Chen Kunling said.

The moment Song Qingshu raised his right foot, Chen Kunling and his bodhi tree suddenly became extremely far away.

But Mantianhuayu is still by his side.

Song Qingshu knew that this should be some kind of secret method of space, so he was thinking about a solution.

So his right foot was lifted all the time, without taking a single step.

The falling flowers fell on Song Qingshu's body when he was silent.

Song Qingshu raised his sword to fight.

So Song Qingshu's actions at this time were extremely funny.

He raised one foot, but the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook out beautiful sword flowers.

It looks like a cute clown in a circus.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu was a little unhappy.

So he took the first step with his right foot.

At this time, the ancient Bodhi tree is still far away.

"Don't say [-] miles, even if it is [-] miles, you are still in the world."

"Since you are a tree, you will grow on the ground."

"And I am the earth, how do you hide?"

Song Qingshu murmured here, his left foot also lifted up, and then fell to the ground.

One simple step.

It is contaminated with the great power of Kunzhi's artistic conception.

So the end of the world turned into a neighbor.

The Bodhi Tree and Chen Kunling returned to a place seven feet away from Song Qingshu.

Chen Kunling's face was pale, and he uttered in horror:

"Impossible, you actually took a step so quickly?"

Song Qingshu remained silent.

step.

two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

……

Song Qingshu took three steps.

So he stepped on 21 steps and came under the bodhi tree.

The fallen leaves on the Bodhi tree trembled fiercely, and the endless flying leaves danced wildly in the wind.

Song Qingshu didn't like such a beautiful day.

So he directly raised his sword and chopped it off.

The purple blood soft sword screamed in the air, and there was a sound of breaking wind.

Chapter 366 The Head Under the Bodhi Tree

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu stepping in front of him and let out a strange cry.

Song Qingshu ignored it.

Song Qingshu just looked at the ancient Bodhi tree with leaves flying everywhere.

So he drew his Zixue soft sword and chopped off at the ancient Bodhi tree.

Song Qingshu held the hilt of the sword tightly with both arms, and when he drew the sword, he roared angrily, his might bursting down like a flood.

This sword looks extremely domineering.

Because even the space trembled under the sword's edge.

If this sword cut directly to the ancient Bodhi tree.

Then I am afraid that the ancient Bodhi tree will not be able to support it even for a moment, and it will be chopped into two sections directly.