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Song Qingshu inserted Zixue Soft Sword back behind him, and murmured with a wry smile.

After saying that, Song Qingshu turned around and wanted to return to the world.

But it's not waiting for Song Qingshu to fly to the world.

The golden sand scattered on the sky continued to condense together, and flew towards the golden giant gate hanging in the sky.

"cough!"

An extremely old cough came from the huge golden door, and Song Qingshu was startled to have goose bumps all over his body.

"Who!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu turned around, leaned his right hand towards the hilt of the purple blood soft sword behind his back, looked at the huge golden gate indifferently, and said sharply.

"The scholar who was killed by you, master, ahem, the previous giant eyes and golden dragons are all my extrajudicial incarnations."

After listening to Song Qingshu's scolding, this sentence came again from the giant golden gate.

Song Qingshu let out a disinterested voice.

Then his right arm and left arm were embraced together, and he opened his lips expressionlessly: "That's none of my business?"

The existence in the golden dragon seemed to have never thought that Song Qingshu's answer would be so rude.

So after Song Qingshu choked out this sentence, the existence in the golden gate was silent for a moment.

After a long time.

A pair of giant golden hands in battle armor protruded from the giant golden gate and grabbed Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his right hand like lightning, grasped the hilt of Zixue soft sword tightly, and swung the sword at the giant golden hand like thunder.

clang!

When the sword energy from the Zixue soft sword hit the giant golden hand, there was an extremely intense metal explosion sound.

Then the golden giant hand was shattered by this sword.

Snapped!

There was a slight cracking sound.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand had a cracked blade that was directly broken into two sections.

However, Song Qingshu didn't have time to feel bad about anything.

Because with the shattering of the giant golden hand, a strong hurricane roared between the world and the sky.

Countless black soil and emerald green grass clippings were swept up by the strong wind.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, covering the sky.

Covering the vision of others, so the sky at this time is darker than the night.

"Your sword is broken, but mine is still there."

An extremely old voice came from the golden gate.

Then a thin figure flew out of the golden giant gate.

The thin figure exudes a bright golden light all over.

In the light, Song Qingshu couldn't see what this person looked like.

But the only thing Song Qingshu can be sure of is that this figure is very strong.

At least stronger than Jinlong, stronger than Moxiejia.

Because when this figure walked out of the golden gate.

The golden giant door seemed to be unable to let him pass through, so the whole body of the golden giant door trembled.

But when this figure finally appeared, the golden giant door shattered into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

As this figure stabilized above the sky.

This space began to shake uneasy, and the earth thousands of feet away from this place began to shake.

"where do you come from?"

Song Qingshu looked at the shining golden figure, frowned, and opened his lips to speak.

"A world far, far away."

"This is because my primordial spirit came out of my body, and I came here by crossing the vast ocean of stars through the unfathomable realm."

The golden figure raised his head slightly, looked at the bright sky, and said with a smile.

"If the primordial spirit falls, the real body will die too?"

Song Qingshu held the Broken Sword, pointed at the golden figure with the blade of the Broken Sword, and said with a smile.

The golden figure nodded, then shook his head again:

"When the primordial spirit falls, people will indeed die."

"But with the help of Burning Primordial Spirit, I have broken through the incomplete limitation of the Heavenly Dao in this world, and now I am already at the seventh level of Nascent Soul."

"Song Qingshu, how can you kill me?"

Say it.

The thin golden figure surged against the wind.

In less than an instant, he turned into a golden general standing in the sky.

The golden god will be wearing a glazed gold armor condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth.

A's body reflects the light of the sky, so it shines brightly, like a flame burning on it.

The golden god general is extremely tall, and when he stands in the sky, half of the sky is covered by his figure.

In comparison, the golden dragon that had just circled the sky was like a thin snake.

His face was perfect to the extreme, and there was a certain grace between his anger and anger.

Even if Song Qingshu hated the general in front of him, he couldn't find any ideas to complain about his appearance.

The only fly in the ointment is that the golden general's expression is too cold and heartless.

Although golden radiance and flames exude in its eyes, it gives people an illusion of extreme indifference.

It's like a piece of solid ice that hasn't thawed for hundreds of millions of years.

It stands on the top of the sky and overlooks the world as if it is completely ruthless and unconscious, and everything it touches turns into nothingness.

When it looked at Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu suddenly felt bored.

"You look so good-looking, don't you still have to die?"

Song Qingshu let out a roar, soared up and walked towards the golden general.

The golden god will be indifferent, it reached out to the sky and murmured a few words.

So at an unknown time, a golden lightsaber that was more than ten miles long and tens of feet wide appeared in the hands of the general, and chopped off towards Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu held a broken sword, only a few feet long, but he left bravely, never afraid of even a moment of light.

Chapter 419 Slaughter God

The golden Dao sword that is dozens of miles long spreads endless brilliance in the sky.

When this golden heavenly general raised his sword, the sky seemed to be pierced by the golden light sword.

Looking at such a sword coming head-on.

The broken purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand trembled slightly.

In Song Qingshu's hands, Zixue Ruanjian has an ancient side, and a side that is as sharp as thunder and as light as water.

When it sliced ​​through the void, the sword was as hot as dawn, and the edge of the sword was orange red.

Although it is broken now, the purple blood soft sword is still in Song Qingshu's hands for a moment.

Then it will be proud for a moment.

So at this moment, the Purple Blood Soft Sword was buzzing slightly.

He expressed his impassionedness, and his pride in being able to accompany Song Qingshu to face this sky-shattering lightsaber.

"Take my sword!"

A majestic roar came from the golden general's body, and then the lightsaber slashed straight at Song Qingshu.

boom!

The sword tens of miles long cut through the air in the sky, and there was a muffled sound like winter thunder.

The golden lightsaber blazed brightly above the sky, so the light and shadow above the sky suddenly became particularly obvious and abrupt.

Among the extremely bright light and the bleak black, there is a bright red glow dancing with the wind.

Song Qingshu stood in the midst of the wind, standing above the blue sky.

He looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and the hand holding the broken sword began to itch.

So Song Qingshu yelled violently, raised his hand and casually swung the purple blood soft sword that was as sharp as thunder and as light as water.

Then, between the peak light emitted by the lightsaber and the fading darkness, suddenly there was a pale sword mark.

That sword mark was extremely deep like a ditch, as if it was going to pierce the sky, and would permanently separate the light from the darkness.

The black world and the white world are suddenly very distinct and bright.

The arc of lightning under Song Qingshu's feet gradually dissipated, and his figure fluttered like a sunset glow.

So in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu stood in the darkness divided by him, looking up at the bright future.

"Song Qingshu, since you like the eternal cold darkness, then I will give you a ride."

"The sinner who killed my apprentice, go to death."