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Tian will wave his palm slightly.

As a result, the lightsaber that the Heavenly General used to slash horizontally turned into a slash.

There was a sound of shattering in the air, and the lightsaber also fell towards Song Qingshu.

In fact, the reason why Song Qingshu chooses to stand in the darkness is very simple, it just thinks the light is too dazzling, so it chooses to hide in the darkness.

Sometimes people's choices don't necessarily make sense.

But as long as you have made a choice, then your choice will definitely be interesting.

Facing the full strength sword of the Nascent Soul Seventh Layer powerhouse.

What Song Qingshu can do now is not to make his sword sharper.

If you let your own shooting speed be extraordinary.

He can only make his next sword more in line with the Dao and more interesting.

thought here.

Standing in the darkness, Song Qingshu raised the broken sword in his hand, and the veins in his hand protruded like hemp rope.

He seemed to lift up mountains.

Song Qingshu's clothes no longer fluttered in the wind and fluttered restlessly.

He seemed to be standing on the ground, far away from the wind layer.

The artistic conception of Kun kept lingering, hovering, dancing, and screaming at his golden core!

In the end, the artistic conception of Kun penetrated into Song Qingshu's golden elixir.

There was a soft snap.

Song Qingshu's golden elixir cracked a crack, and a brown light shone from the crack.

At this moment, Song Qingshu felt that he was transformed into a vast and boundless land.

Kun's artistic conception no longer lingered around him, but was absorbed into his body and truly became a part of his body.

Song Qingshu raises his sword over his head, clouds and mist rise behind him, the emerald sea is noisy behind him, and the barren mountains are simple and unsophisticated, as if they have survived forever.

The golden god will stand above the clouds, his face is heartless and unknowing.

The lightsaber in his hand, more than ten kilometers long, cut towards the ground of the world like a golden dragon.

And his sword, which was tens of feet wide, pressed down on Song Qingshu's body like a mountain.

Compared with the incomparably huge size of the golden general, Song Qingshu, standing in the wind with his bloody clothes fluttering, looks like a speck of dust suspended in the air.

Compared with the extremely terrifying and powerful lightsaber, the purple blood soft sword that was broken into two sections in Song Qingshu's hand was as small as a tiny root.

Accompanied by misty clouds and mist, Song Qingshu raised the broken sword in his hand in the mountains and sea behind him, and greeted the terrifying tens of miles of lightsaber.

The broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand came into contact with the lightsaber of the god general, and it was like a thin twig, which was lightly painted on the Kunlun.

The fine grain in Song Qingshu's hand was safe and sound, but the Kunlun Mountain held in the hand of the god general collapsed.

boom!

The blade of the tens of miles long lightsaber rolled up exaggeratedly at first, and then the whole body of the sword was covered with cracks.

puff.

With a soft sound, the tens of miles long lightsaber suddenly cracked, collapsed like an avalanche, and scattered around the world.

"It's not over yet!"

After breaking the sword with one sword, Song Qingshu let out a violent roar, and instantly swung hundreds of swords in the sky with lightning speed.

Each sword contains the essence of Kunzhi's artistic conception.

So every sword has the momentum of mountains and seas.

A sword is a mountain.

A sword is an ocean.

When hundreds of thousands of swords are swung together.

Song Qingshu seems to have directly cut out all the mountains and seas in a world.

"No!"

The golden god general was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly backed away after calling out in fear, not daring to take the mountain and sea broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

But the golden god took a step back like lightning, and Song Qingshu's mountain and sea sword intent pressed him one step closer.

The golden god retreated a thousand miles violently, and his sword intent pressed for thousands of miles.

No matter how hard the golden god will resist.

The sword intent in Song Qingshu's hands never stops, as if it will last forever.

The sword intent pierced through the 10 yuan lightsaber fragments floating in the sky.

The morning wind blew through the drizzle, and landed on the giant face of the fleeing golden general.

Then, on the seemingly perfect face of the golden general, there was a very fine and deep sword mark.

With the sword mark, that perfect face became no longer perfect.

The face of the golden God General, who was ruthless and ignorant and indifferent, was no longer perfect, so ruthless and ignorant became quite funny.

Click, snap.

A faint, imperceptible sound resounded in the sky.

Immediately, the face of the Golden Light God General was covered with cracks.

Hundreds of thousands of cracks spread across his stalwart body.

As a result, his armor condensed by the vitality of infinite heaven and earth also began to crack.

Jin Guangshen will start to shatter his whole body, like an ice sculpture beaten by a hammer, disintegrating in the air, turning into countless transparent crystals.

Countless transparent crystals rustled and fell towards the ground of the world.

Among those fine transparent crystals, there is a golden primordial spirit that is flying rapidly.

It has been looking for opportunities to break through the gate of the dimension, and then return to the main body.

However, what it was waiting for was not an opportunity, but Song Qingshu's delicate and slender palms...

Chapter 420 Learning with the System

During the period of time before the giant golden gate of the sky was opened.

It was not long after Song Qingshu let the small golden characters shatter the wall of space and left.

On the sky of an inexplicable world, a small character exuding light gold pierced through the wall of space and came to a black hall.

The small golden characters fell into the hands of an old man in blue like a fallen leaf.

The old man in Tsing Yi sat on top of the black hall, his eyes closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was awakened when the small golden characters fell into his hands.

"die."

The light on the small golden characters dissipated, revealing a dead character.

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the word on his hand, and after a murmur, he was a little furious.

This small golden character comes from the scroll of his disciple Mo Xiejia, so he is very clear about this word.

When he saw this word, he basically knew everything about Mo Xiejia's recent life and death.

After a long silence.

The old man in Tsing Yi let out a long sigh:

"Although it is just an outsider who is randomly accepted, but after death, I, as a master, always have to show something."

Say it.

The old man in Tsing Yi crushed the small golden characters in his hand, and projected a trace of Yuanshen into the world where Song Qingshu was.

So first he peeped at Song Qingshu with his giant eyes, and then the golden dragon roared through the sky.

After repeatedly leaving the teacher to no avail.

The old man in Tsing Yi was also really angry, regardless of the suppression of his own realm by the incomplete avenue of the world.

Directly, the soul came out of the body and came to Song Qingshu's world.

It's a pity that the Golden Light God General was defeated.

While the old man in Tsing Yi experienced another failure, his own situation fell into an extremely bad situation.

……

At least.

When Song Qingshu's slender palm pointed towards his primordial spirit.

The ball of light transformed by the soul of the old man Qingshu couldn't even resist, so he had to be held in Song Qingshu's hand obediently.

"Do not kill me!"

"Do you know who I am!"

"In a world like yours, I can crush tens of thousands of them with one hand, so let me go soon."

The ball of light struggled fiercely in Song Qingshu's hands while howling in pain.

Song Qingshu looked at the ball of light in his hand indifferently, the cold light in his eyes gleamed.

Like a piece of solid ice that has never been thawed for thousands of years, it exudes a cold aura that can freeze the world.

"Hmph! You don't know what to do when you're about to die?"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and the sword energy flew across the palm of the hand holding the light ball.