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Not to mention the majestic world, the sword intent and saber energy that swept thousands of troops.

Some are just a light wave that is so plain that it is almost unremarkable.

With this wave.

The ancient Bodhi leaves all over the sky are still trembling slightly, and the rain of flowers dances gently.

Those few fierce and swift like thunder.

The shot is as decisive and sharp as a dragon's whistle.

Such an amazing and murderous vine.

It was actually crushed by Song Qingshu's sword.

What was smashed together with the vines was the strange eyes of the human face on the Bodhi tree, and the unspeakable emotions in the eyes.

The human face on the Bodhi tree could no longer make a sound.

Because it has an extremely powerful and deep sword mark on its entire face.

The sword marks started from the black hair, and extended down obliquely.

So this bodhi tree can no longer make a sound.

It could only silently endure Song Qingshu's blow after blow.

In the depths of the eyes of the strange human face on the Bodhi tree.

The original disdain was replaced by a frightened expression...

But Song Qingshu still chuckled lightly.

Chapter 368

The flowers and leaves flying all over the sky gradually withered at this time, even if it hit Song Qingshu's face, it was as soft as nothing.

The breeze is coming.

The grimace on the linden tree cracked even more deeply in the wind.

In a blink of an eye, it was already riddled with holes.

The tree shavings all over the ground are the fall off and crushing of eyebrows, nose and lips on this grimace's face.

it looks.

It's as if in this short moment, the ghost face has endured the wind and rain for 1 years, which is as desolate as it is.

Song Qingshu looked at the cracked Bodhi tree and was not happy.

So Song Qingshu sucked the palm in his hand to generate wind, held the Zixue soft sword in his hand again, and slashed it horizontally.

The body of the Bodhi tree is as tough as fine steel.

But with Song Qingshu's understatement.

The Bodhi tree collapsed suddenly, shaking the sky with smoke and dust, and a few inches of dead leaves.

Smoke and dust filled Song Qingshu's eyes.

It's the same as the rain of flowers just now.

Song Qingshu slowly closed his eyes in the smoke and dust.

Then the matter of the conscious world passes away.

As the saying goes, one thought for thousands of years, one thought for thousands of miles.

The decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling in the conscious world has been going on for a long time.

But on the real battlefield.

That is, on the broad hillside.

Time has only just passed a very short moment.

In this moment.

Ling Lie's sword, which pierced Song Qingshu's back, had just entered a distance of three inches.

The flying swords that were about to dance all over the sky had just soared from the hands of their masters.

A man in gray heavy armor was leaping towards Song Qingshu with a huge sword, but no one could reach him.

After this moment.

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword cut through Chen Kunling's head, chest, and thigh.

Slant down.

A sword cut Chen Kunling in half.

So the blood hit Song Qingshu's clothes, and there was a cool breeze, which made Song Qingshu very happy.

Looking at the extremely miserable cut on Chen Kunling's body, Song Qingshu couldn't help chuckling.

Chen Kunling's broken body fell to the ground with a soft sound.

Then the one who fell down along with Chen Kunling was the 49th Life Golden Core cultivator behind him.

The battle of consciousness between Song Qingshu and Chen Kunling directly squandered all the cultivation and spiritual power of these 49 minders.

So although they never had an inch of wound on their bodies.

But he was still so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and fell down very pitifully.

"ah!"

Seeing this scene, someone roared angrily, and then desperately urged the strength and speed of his shots.

So the sword behind Song Qingshu became sharper and faster.

Silent as lightning and thunder.

Song Qingshu felt a sword behind him and frowned.

Immediately, Song Qingshu seemed to be extremely casual, and slashed behind him with his sword.

The purple blood soft sword carries the momentum of mountains and seas, uses the Dao of Kun, and uses a sword of righteousness.

Each of the three is at one time.

This Zixue soft sword became even sharper and colder.

There was a clanging sound.

Sparks exploded at the edge of Zixue Soft Sword.

After a scream, the sword was directly shattered into countless pieces of iron slag.

No longer as brave and powerful as before.

The person who draws the sword is connected with the sword heart.

At this moment, the sword was shattered, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious on the ground.

This happened in an instant again.

A moment later, the endless flying swords in the Black Steel Army came towards Song Qingshu's back, front, and face like raindrops.

Just a face-to-face time.

Song Qingshu will be stabbed into a honeycomb.

In fact, Song Qingshu's current physical body is already comparable to that of a fourth-layer Nascent Soul, or even a strong man with a fifth-layer Nascent Soul.

Much tougher than steel.

But for the flying swords coming from all over the sky, the weakest of each sword is also the shot of the eighth-layer Jindan powerhouse.

Any sword can cut mountains and rivers.

But now that so many swords are coming at the same time, no matter how strong Song Qingshu is, it is difficult to parry them at the same time.

But it was difficult to parry, but it did not mean that Song Qingshu was unable to parry.

So Song Qingshu put Zixue Ruanjian across in front of him, intending to cut out the Cuilan Chaos Sea Jue.

He intends to use Taotao's sword force to bear these flying swords.

Although Song Qingshu will definitely get hurt if he does this, it seems to be the best way for Song Qingshu now.

Just before Song Qingshu was about to swing his sword and dance, he suddenly thought of an object in his storage bag.

So he laughed at himself and scolded:

"What an idiot I am."

Countless flying swords flew up into the sky with the sound of breaking the wind, as if they were about to shatter the sky.

When the flying sword reached the highest point in the air, the purple blood gradually dissipated, and then fell violently.

The shrill sound of breaking wind became more and more sharp and terrifying, and finally the group of flying swords turned into a downpour of summer rain.

Facing Song Qingshu gloomyly, he slammed down.

Song Qingshu didn't dance with a sword, he just stood there, as if he was welcoming Xia Yu's baptism.

But if you look closely.

It can be found that Song Qingshu's left hand is not empty.

Instead, there was a tattered copper basin that looked rather funny, which was gently held by Song Qingshu in his hand.

This thing is the cornucopia.

Evil.

Song Qing didn't want to use it, but another function of the cornucopia made Song Qingshu think it was a magic weapon.

That is protection.

"Hear my orders, Hu!"