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It even stabbed Chen Kunling's neck.

Chen Kunling's head loosened for a while.

There is a breeze coming from not far away.

So Chen Kunling's head was like a stone.

It rolled down from his own neck and fell under the ancient Bodhi tree.

I can't die...

Chapter 367 The Bodhi Tree's Struggle

Chen Kunling's head fell to the ground, bounced up slightly, and jumped a few times on the ground.

Immediately, Chen Kunling's head rolled to the root of the Bodhi tree, like a basketball that was parked in a corner.

Chen Kunling's eyes watched his body crashing down, with a horrible appearance of blood flying everywhere.

Desperately murmured in his head:

"why?"

Chen Kunling didn't understand.

Obviously, I have already arranged the most profound space formation in my life three inches in front of the bodhi tree.

Even Mr. Xia Houli, that iron spear could not penetrate the three-inch distance.

Song Qingshu held the sword, with the power of mountains and seas, and the air of clouds and mist, he never cut three inches away.

But with Song Qingshu's fleshy palm.

Actually pierced through a distance of three inches alive.

Immediately, the ancient bodhi tree, which was still tough in stainless steel, was poked and exploded by Song Qingshu.

Then he shattered his own neck, which was hidden behind the bodhi tree.

All this is so unreasonable.

So Chen Kunling never closed his eyes for a long time.

He kept looking at Song Qingshu, his eyes were blood red.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's angry eyes and sneered:

"Aren't you reconciled?"

Chen Kunling heard the words, opened his eyes and then closed them again, showing the anger in his heart now.

Now Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling are both in the world of consciousness.

So although Chen Kunling's head was cut off, he could still move a little bit.

This is the slight gap between the conscious world and the real world.

Song Qingshu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to pull out the purple blood soft sword suspended in the air.

After inserting the Zixue soft sword back into the scabbard behind him, Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's head indifferently, and smiled slightly: "Then do you want to know why I can do such unreasonable things?"

Song Qingshu walked over to Chen Kunling's head while speaking extremely kindly.

Chen Kunling's eyes nodded again, expressing that he really wanted to know about it.

Song Qingshu chuckled:

"What you said earlier made sense."

"I can make one step at a time, and shrink the ground into an inch regardless of the distance of space."

"But my sword cannot."

"So there are thousands of miles between my people and the sword, so naturally I can't attack you."

"But fortunately, after I put down my purple blood soft sword, I still have a sword."

Speaking of it.

Song Qingshu closed his slender fingers slightly, turning his palms into blades.

Then Song Qingshu smiled and said to Chen Kunling while looking at the Linglie sword intent coming from his palm.

"Which sword do you want to know?"

Song Qingshu put the knife in front of Chen Kunling and said jokingly.

Chen Kunling nodded his eyes again, indicating that he wants to know what this sword is.

Song Qingshu slightly waved his palm towards Chen Kunling.

The whitish blade slashed directly at Chen Kunling.

There was a humming sound.

Chen Kunling's brain was like a ripe coconut being sliced ​​open by an extremely sharp sword.

puff!

First, streaks of blood shot out of Chen Kunling's brain like a fountain.

Then there was a mass of brains flowing...

Song Qingshu crushed the brain and head with one foot, and sneered:

"You want to know? Then I will say it?"

"Chen Kunling, I will let you be a fool today."

"With endless resentment, go to the underworld and think about it."

Song Qingshu stepped over Chen Kunling's head and brain, and turned to look at the ancient bodhi tree with a big hole in it.

I am overwhelmed with emotion.

Having said that, Chen Kunling was the first Psychic that Song Qingshu met.

He was also the first Psychic master Song Qingshu killed.

So it represents something special.

There were not many battles between Song Qingshu and Psychic Master.

That's why the ancient Bodhi leaves turned into petals all over the sky to attack Song Qingshu like that.

But who is Song Qingshu?

Although he has just fallen into an extremely dangerous life and death situation.

But Song Qingshu relied on his profound cultivation strength beyond imagination, after he passed the moment of loss, Song Qingshu took control of all the situations.

From that moment on.

Chen Kunling, who majored in willpower attack, did not have even the slightest advantage.

It was supposed to be the master mind of other ascetics' nightmares.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, it was just an insignificant stepping stone to improve his cultivation.

So after Song Qingshu lamented how this opponent was, he no longer wanted to remember Chen Kunling's name.

Maybe three years, maybe three months, or three weeks, or three days.

The name Chen Kunling will be completely erased from Song Qingshu's mind, the wind will pass without a trace, and the rain will pass without a sound.

Losers don't need to be remembered by the world.

Song Qingshu thought so.

The unowned Bodhi tree in the distance let out a scream and roar.

Song Qingshu turned his eyes and looked around.

I found that two oaks below the tree hole I poked, a human face had already been generated.

Song Qingshu and that weird face just looked at each other for a moment!

There was the sound of breaking wind extremely quickly in the air.

Puff puff!

Several willow branches and leaves grew from the bodhi tree, stabbing at Song Qingshu like lightning.

Song Qingshu looked at the sudden willow branches, his right leg was slightly bent, and his left foot was tense.

Then Song Qingshu turned around violently, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand shook into a beautiful sword flower.

When Song Qingshu turned around.

There were clouds, mist and thunder surrounding Song Qingshu's side and feet.

The sudden bodhi branch pierced Song Qingshu's sword flower.

The purple blood soft sword no longer trembled into flowers.

Then the bodhi branch pierced through the clouds and mist.

It seems to have pierced into a fairyland, and the clouds and mists are poetic and picturesque.

Immediately, the thunder arc that the bodhi branch pierced through Song Qingshu trembled slightly.

It was like a thundercloud piercing into the sky, and there was a thunderclap in the thundercloud.

Although a sword blocked a stab.

Song Qingshu dodged every step and every leap.

But so embarrassing.

It has never been Song Qingshu's aesthetic style.

So Song Qingshu put down the Zixue soft sword and brandished his own knife.

There was no sound of breaking wind under Song Qingshu's knife.