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"Aren't you joking with me? How did you...do it?"

After the ancestor Pengshan listened to Song Qingshu's words.

He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and he stammered and spoke to Song Qingshu.

Daoyou Song, with a smile on his lips, stopped talking.

"No, it's impossible, hahaha."

"Song Qingshu! Don't you think what you said is too absurd?"

"Stop talking nonsense, no one will believe your crazy words."

After hearing Song Qingshu's words, the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect turned pale.

Then the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect took a few steps back, laughed wildly a few times, and cursed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk further.

What happened happened.

If you don't have it, you don't have it. It's really boring to fight for this kind of thing.

Song Qingshu looked up at the Black Feather Evil Sect's protective array that was exuding incomparable profoundness.

But Song Qingshu looked at it for a long time, but he still didn't understand where the eye of the formation was.

After a long time, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing:

"The protective formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect is really interesting."

Hearing Song Qingshu's murmur, the Sixth Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect smiled triumphantly and said, "That's natural, this formation was personally arranged by Master Mo Xiejia."

"Song Qingshu, I think you're just a bit more talkative, but no matter how talkative you are, can you break this formation?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Then I'll try it?"

Chapter 381

"You come to try?"

"it is good!"

"Song Qingshu, I want to see how capable you are!"

"Patriarchal array, smoke and dust rise!"

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect raised his hand and pointed to the large array of guardians above the sky.

Then, an ethereal and profound aura emerged spontaneously from his hand, pouring into the protective formation.

immediately.

The lines on the protective patriarchal circle quietly emerged.

An extremely powerful aura trembled vertically and horizontally on the magic circle.

"Guardian!"

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect sat cross-legged on the mat, with a solemn expression on his face, and shouted angrily at the remaining disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect who were standing quietly behind him.

Following the anger of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Hundreds of Jindan disciples descended cross-legged together, and raised their right hands facing the large array of guardians above the sky.

For a moment, countless ethereal and profound auras poured out of the magic circle.

As a result, the guardian formation became more generous and tough, unshakable.

"Song Qingshu, if you can still smash my protective formation like this, then come!"

Feeling the strength of the lines in the magic circle, the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect proudly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his head proudly to look at Song Qingshu.

Proud, he raised a proud smile at the corner of his mouth, watching Song Qingshu talking proudly.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, looking at the banner of the Black Feather Evil Sect fluttering in the air in the midst of the protective formation.

It was an ink-colored crow, soaring among the clouds in the blue sky.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, remembering the flag that was broken by his finger, and said: "The flag of the Black Steel Army is a black dragon."

"Although ugly is a bit ugly, it is also considered mighty."

"But what about your flag?"

"It's okay to be ugly, and it's so unstyled. What's the point of such a flag if it isn't torn up?"

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect looked gloomy like water, and snorted coldly:

"Humph!"

"A sharp-tongued man!"

"Song Qingshu, if you are really capable, then come and try to spread the formation!"

"The lives and beliefs of hundreds of disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect are at stake."

"Even if you know how to kill again, can you kill so many people in one go?"

Song Qingshu laughed, nodded proudly and stood:

"If you don't believe that I can break through your formation, then I can only show you."

"If you don't believe that I can kill all your disciples, then I can only show you."

"If you still don't believe me, please tell me, and I will slap you in the face."

Hearing this, the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect directly struck out with a sword.

"Song Qingshu, don't bully people too much, die for me!"

Accompanied by scolding.

It was the sword of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

That sword has been nourished by his vitality for ten years.

He could remember every trace on the sword very clearly.

So the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect and this Juehong Yijian are almost one with the human sword.

The sword is as fast as thunder and lightning.

The sword energy is sharp and dances through the wind.

Just a blink of an eye.

This Juehong sword pierced Song Qingshu's neck.

"Song Daoyou, be careful!"

Patriarch Pengshan looked at the Linglie sword piercing through the space, and asked himself that he couldn't hold it.

So Patriarch Pengshan lost his voice in horror and roared at Song Qingshu.

However, what is Song Qingshu doing now.

Facing such a sword that was as cold as the wind.

Song Qingshu was never desperate.

He just stood proudly, his eyes watching the faint fluorescence on the protective array of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qing wrote with a smile on his face, looking calmly at the large array of Dharma protectors

He didn't reach out to draw the sword behind him.

He also didn't control the hell platform behind him.

He did nothing.

Unusually obediently, he touched the spot and waited.

About waiting.

Some people are looking forward to it.

Wait for the wind, wait for the rain, wait for the return.

And Song Qingshu stood on the ground.

He also raised his head.

But he didn't wait for the wind and the rain to return.

All he was waiting for was the sword from the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

There was a clang.

Song Qingshu's neck bumped into the iron sword of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

After a flash of sparks.

The iron sword nourished by the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect with the vitality in his body was directly interrupted and fell.

The iron rust on the sword, which was not conspicuous before, had already covered the whole body of the iron sword.

As a result, the original vanguard's extremely sharp iron sword was directly broken into three pieces.

The sword edge, sword body, and hilt are all scattered around Song Qingshu.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect blended with Jian Xinxin.

When the sword broke, he also felt the emptiness in his heart.

But Song Qingshu's neck only showed a light white mark

There seems to be a red line rising from the white line.

"Ahem, the speed and angle of the shot are perfect."