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All of Chen Kunling's will is pinned on the bodhi tree.

The tree is with the people.

Trees are destroyed.

Chen Kunling didn't want to die, he also wanted to control the Black Steel Army, dominate this world, and then conquer other dimensional interfaces.

He also wanted to realize what Xia Houli had never forgotten.

So he couldn't just watch the bodhi tree being cut off.

So Chen Kunling chewed his tongue, and spat blood at the root of his tongue towards the bodhi tree.

The Bodhi tree was originally full of greenery.

But when it dissipates the blood.

The original green bodhi tree suddenly had a dignified color.

There was blood dripping on the trees.

An extremely strange feeling came from the bodhi tree.

What felt even more strange was the struggling figure in the tree trunk.

It seems that a ghost is about to escape from it.

Song Qingshu looked at the ancient bodhi tree that was about to be demonized, and snorted coldly, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand castrated faster.

Like a flash of lightning, it chopped off the ancient Bodhi tree.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword stayed three inches in front of the old bodhi tree.

No matter how hard Song Qingshu pushed, Jianfeng never went down an inch.

Song Qingshu glanced at the ancient Bodhi tree, and then at Chen Kunling, whose mouth was full of blood: "Before, Bazhang was the law of space."

"What is three inches now?"

Chen Kunling's tongue had been chewed into pieces by him, so he couldn't make a sound.

He could only look at Song Qingshu, his eyes full of mischief.

Song Qingshu looked into Chen Kunling's eyes.

It seems to be able to see the question in the depths of his eyes:

"How can you?"

What can Song Qingshu do?

There is nothing on his left hand now, and the hell platform is not by his side.

His vitality was exhausted to the extreme.

Kunyi Kunxian must not be used.

So Song Qingshu only had a sword in his right hand left.

A light and sharp soft sword.

Since only the sword was left, Song Qingshu had no choice but to swing the sword at each other.

So Song Qingshu roared angrily:

"The Great Wilderness Overturns the Mountains, and the Forest Cracks the Ground!"

After shouting, Song Qingshu tried his best to urge the Zixue soft sword to cut at the ancient Bodhi tree.

His eyes turned from deep obsidian to brown loess.

The sword was entwined with a thick mountain-like sword energy.

In the deep mountains, there are still clouds and flat lakes.

"You have the power of three inches of space, and I have clouds and mists, emerald haze and chaotic seas, and wilderness and mountains."

"So, I can't kill you?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword energy wrapped around the sword, and a happy smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

This sword combines all the artistic concepts of Kun mastered by Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was extremely picky about the way of the sword, looked at the sword.

He was also quite satisfied, so he secretly cheered in his heart.

The veins in Song Qingshu's hands bulged like hemp rope.

The vitality in the body was like boiling, continuously providing Song Qingshu's wrists with a steady stream of energy.

Unrivaled power came from the edge of Song Qingshu's sword, and then chopped towards the ancient Bodhi tree.

The three-inch distance between the sword's edge and the ancient bodhi tree.

It's like the separation between the dark clouds and the yellow mud.

No matter how Song Qingshu swung the sword away.

That three-inch distance still exists.

Never added or subtracted a single point.

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu's sword to no avail, and the banter in his eyes became more intense.

"This three-inch distance, even Master Xia Houli's iron spear, he can't pierce it."

"Song Qingshu, even if you can walk a thousand miles, so what?"

"Your sword is not on you!"

"You can step across a thousand miles in one step, but what about your sword? It can do it too?!"

"Moreover, the Bodhi tree has already been stained with my blood. After three breaths, I can give you the strongest curse."

"Song Qingshu, what can you do?"

Chen Kunling looked at the cold sweat rolling down Song Qingshu's forehead, and the pain of cutting off his tongue seemed to have disappeared.

Not only did he feel no pain, but he felt unusually happy, so he murmured in his heart.

He didn't have a tongue in his mouth, so he said aba aba a few times, quite embarrassed.

But what Song Qingshu could feel in the abaa aba voice was Chen Kunling's complacency and his contempt.

Song Qingshu hated his smile a little.

The smile was full of blood, very bloody.

Some of the blood dripped to the ground and then coagulated.

A disgusting stench came from the frozen place.

When it spread to Song Qingshu's nose, it was inexplicably pungent.

And the fallen leaves on the ancient Bodhi tree are too annoying.

As soon as a leaf fell, a bloody mouth appeared on Song Qingshu's body.

After a few leaves, the flesh and blood on his body was almost gone.

So Song Qingshu exposed the bones in the flesh and blood.

The cold wind picked up gradually, so cold that Song Qingshu was almost speechless.

This kind of cold penetrated deep into Song Qingshu's bone marrow, even though Song Qingshu's vitality was extremely profound, he couldn't resist it.

Just when it's so cold.

Song Qing was a little irritable and depressed.

What's more, Song Qingshu listened to Chen Kunling's harsh laughter.

He smelled the smell of his blood dripping on the ground and then congealed and stinking.

So Song Qingshu felt even more depressed and annoyed.

He was so annoyed that the purple blood soft sword in his hand cut an inch without noticing.

Song Qingshu was so depressed that he couldn't help but curse.

Song Qingshu's sword-holding body floated in the air.

He didn't look at the sword, but at Chen Kunling who was laughing wildly.

There are various reasons.

He wanted to kill him.

This was the first time Song Qingshu wanted to kill someone so much.

But Chen Kunling stood behind the bodhi tree.

My sword is still three inches away from the bodhi tree, and I can't get into it for a minute and a half.

So, how can I kill him?

Song Qingshu fell silent.

Looking at Song Qingshu's silence, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing even more arrogantly.

Listening to the laughter, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of Xia Houli who was also arrogant on the river.

Then Song Qingshu recalled the knife in his hand.

Immediately Song Qingshu discarded the Purple Blood Soft Sword.

Combine the palms into blades, the palm wind gradually grows, sharp and breaks the wind.

Song Qingshu looked at his palm and sighed something.

Immediately Song Qingshu stabbed out his palm.

That palm.

It pierced through the three-inch distance for no reason.

Puncture the simple and old Bodhi tree one after another.