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Even if he is as strong as Song Qingshu, he dare not turn a blind eye to it.

Then Song Qingshu pointed to Cang Yu with one hand and the earth with the other.

The breath of Kun Yi Dao slowly gathered in his hand.

In the end, Song Qingshu clasped his palms together with a bang, and Dharma Yintian was formed in his palms, and the two palms slowly joined together, circulating the breath of the Supreme Kun Yi Dao.

There was a metallic clang.

A cloud of sparks exploded in Song Qingshu's palms.

Then the incomparably powerful fairy sword of the old man riding the bull turned into mustard powder...

The sword breaks.

The old man riding a bull suddenly understood how terrifying and huge the gap between himself and Song Qingshu was.

He also began to understand why a person with such a strong golden body of Zhang Liu couldn't even survive a few rounds under Song Qingshu's hands...

The more I think about it.

The old man's chest became more and more heavy and dull.

... with a pop.

The old man sitting on the bull slumped directly on the ground, his face was extremely pale, and his chest was covered with blood that he had spat out.

"Die!"

Song Qingshu broke the sword with one palm, still relentless, swung his fist and blasted the old man riding the bull.

The huge palm with a width of [-] zhang was ups and downs behind Song Qingshu, and it might break the space at any time and then crash down.

Thunder flashed in Song Qingshu's palm, and Jieyun toppled.

This is the supreme palm technique that Song Qing realized in the thunder calamity after surviving several catastrophes.

"Thunder Tribulation Palm!"

Song Qingshu roared violently, and slapped the old man on the bull with a wave of his palm.

The space trembled under Song Qingshu's palm, as if it might split open at any moment.

Suddenly, at this critical moment, several blazing Great Dao Divine Chains rushed out of the void and rushed straight to Song Qingshu's palm.

The Dao God Chain is very powerful.

Under the threat of the divine chain, Song Qingshu had no choice but to give up the urge to slap the old man riding the bull to death.

With the supreme will, he forcibly changed the direction of the Thunder Tribulation Palm and swung it towards the Great Dao Divine Chain.

with a snap.

A dazzling spark bloomed between the Thunder Palm and the Dao Shenlian.

Both sides were shocked and then flew back.

However, the Great Dao Divine Chain was crystal clear and extremely soft. After one touch, it swirled again, entwining Song Qingshu.

If chains generally bound him up.

Song Qingshu didn't panic, sat cross-legged in the void, and began to silently recite the laws and regulations of Kunyi Avenue.

Against the background of Kunyi Taoism, Song Qingshu's whole body looks simple and sacred.

The golden color is blazing, rushing up from his body, beating like a golden flame.

There was a crisp snap!

Song Qingshu broke free and shattered the Dao dharma chain.

Daoist Mingfa, who cast the chain of Dao Dharma, looked pale, and faintly lost his strength.

So far, the first confrontation between the Taoist of the Ming Dynasty, the old man riding the bull, the statue of the chanting god and Song Qingshu came to an end with Song Qingshu's small victory.

Chapter 442

Song Qingshu looked around him.

He saw the old man on the bull riding collapsed on the ground, struggling constantly and unable to get up.

He saw Taoist Mingfa with pale face and confused expression.

He saw the statue of the chanting god sitting cross-legged on the ground with disheveled hair, desperately absorbing the vitality of the world.

This is the end.

Song Qingshu shook his head involuntarily, as if he still didn't want to finish it, and said regretfully, "It seems that I overestimated the Ascension to Heaven."

"You guys, run away quickly. Even if I really kill you, I won't have even the slightest sense of accomplishment."

The Daoist of Mingfa roared angrily when he heard the words, and the aura of Dao in his body was ups and downs: "Song Qingshu!"

After the roar, a round of yin and yang mirrors appeared on the left hand of Taoist Mingfa, and an extremely sharp yin and yang sword was held in his right hand: "Yinhua Tianmen is definitely not an existence that you can bully, a grass is a grass, and it is impossible to turn over in this life! Die!" !"

boom!

The yin and yang mirror on the left hand of Taoist Ming Fa cast a dazzling light on Song Qingshu.

In the rays of light, there are ups and downs of yin and yang, and there are patterns of avenues engraved on it.

Song Qingshu was caught by the light of the yin and yang mirror and felt dizzy, so he had to close his eyes.

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes again, his body seemed to be deep in the mud.

Can't move even a finger.

"Death!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu's movements were stopped by the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Taoist of Mingfa lifted the Yin-Yang Sword upside down, intending to chop off Song Qingshu's head in one go.

The Yin-Yang Sword is a secret treasure of the Wanfa Sect of Yuhua Tianmen.

Inscribed on the body and edge of the sword are innumerable Dao laws, which are extremely sharp.

It can split the sky and the earth with a light wave, and it is even easier to cut mountains and seas.

Followed by Taoist Ming Fa, he flew towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu could feel more and more the aura of Dao lingering on the Taoist of Mingfa.

The two colors of black and white appeared in his eyes respectively, shining brilliantly.

In the black and white pupils of this enlightened Taoist.

Indistinctly, there seems to be the breath of chaos at the time of the opening of the sky, surging, unfathomable like an abyss.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu's body was fixed by the yin and yang mirror, unable to move.

But Song Qingshu still had one mouth left, so he roared at Taoist Mingfa.

Accompanied by Song Qingshu's furious roar, the aura of Dao killed him to the side of Taoist Mingfa.

Seeing the character that Song Qingshu roared to the entity rushed towards him like lightning.

Taoist Mingfa let out a stern voice, and stepped on lotus steps, moving like light and thunder.

Because Taoist Mingfa moved so fast, his figure almost turned into a yin and yang Taoist talisman.

Both light and dark are surging, surging and restless.

The old bull rider who collapsed on the ground looked at Taoist Mingfa's movement, and couldn't help admiring: "The body is in harmony with the Tao, and the speed is almost faster than the flash of thunder. It is rare in the world, and it is amazing."

boom!

The character in Song Qingshu's mouth brushed against half of Taoist Mingfa's body.

There was a bang, and a cloud of blood sprayed up, half of the Taoist Mingfa's body was smashed by Song Qingshu's murderous words.

"what!"

The Daoist of Mingfa shouted loudly, not knowing whether he hated Qingshu to the extreme or the pain to the extreme.

Now his left arm, together with the yin and yang mirror, has been shattered into a part of the blood mist that filled the sky.

But okay.

Taoist Mingfa also holds the Yin-Yang sword on his right hand.

So the Taoist of Mingfa slashed at Song Qingshu with his sword fiercely, the yin and yang aura on the sword flew up and danced, and the void shattered.

"brush!"

Dazzling light shone on the blade, and the killing intent filled the air.

Facing the sword that carried the aura of Dao.

Song Qingshu didn't pull out the broken sword behind him, but directly raised his palm, blocking the sword very flatly.

There was a clang.

A cloud of sparks splashed on Song Qingshu's palm, and a white line appeared in his palm under the sparks.

Besides.

Not even a drop of blood flowed out from Song Qingshu's palm.

"This... this is impossible! How could you block my Yin-Yang sword with your fleshy palm?"

"I don't believe it! Ahhh!"

The Taoist Mingfa looked at the white line at Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth, laughed and roared almost madly.

While going mad, Taoist Mingfa put all his strength on the sword.

As a result, the aura of the Great Dao on the Yin-Yang Sword became stronger.

The entire body of the Yin-Yang sword glowed, and one after another light clusters emerged.

It is the ups and downs of the thousands of patriarchal clans that the Taoist Mingfa has learned, and there are endless sacrificial sounds, extremely solemn.

Song Qingshu felt the faint pain coming from the tiger's mouth, and became more and more annoyed.