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"The statue of chanting sutras! Old man riding a bull, don't give me a helping hand!"

The voice of the number one disciple of Yuhua Tianmen Shenzhenmen spread out in the sea of ​​thunder, reaching the ears of the chanting god statue and the old man on the bull riding on the ground.

"boom!"

The statue of the chanting god who had been silent for a long time raised its head and let out its own roar for the first time.

There was a long howl, and his hair began to glow, his whole body seemed to be made of gold, and the supreme law coiled around him.

Afterwards, every word and sentence spit out by the statue of the chanting god turned into extremely huge symbols.

The symbol flew towards Song Qingshu through the air, rumbling.

There is a pair of wings spread out on the statue of the chanting god.

Thick golden clouds surged up beside him, and around his body was a band of light like a galaxy, which was extremely bright, beautiful and sacred.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly as he looked at the characters coming towards him.

Immediately one after another, Fushen Mountains shattered into Song Qingshu's eyes.

No matter how many characters rushed towards Song Qingshu, they were all crushed by his invincible fighting spirit, without exception.

Today's Song Qingshu is really invincible in the world.

"Thousands of swords!"

The old man riding the bull got up at some point, grasped the sword in his hand, and stabbed at Song Qingshu fiercely.

As a result, countless sharp Dao swords smaller than silver needles suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, stabbing at Song Qingshu like a heavy rain.

Just when Song Qingshu was fighting against the statue of the chanting god and the old man riding the bull.

In the middle of the formation, Lei Hai appeared a creature, became angry, and began to kill him.

"Ow..."

A thunderous Taotie shook its head and roared at Song Qingshu.

Taotie can devour all things, stepped out from the thunder cloud, it was higher than the mountain, and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Taotie was transformed from this huge thunder light, its strength is extremely powerful, and it was conceived and born by thunder, like a divine fetus.

At this time, it has a soul in the Thunder, and it is even more irresistible.

"Roar!"

Song Qingshu shouted loudly, and began to strike with all his might, facing thousands of swords with one hand.

Holding the broken sword in one hand, he slashed towards Lei Ting, unreservedly resisting the Taotie.To kill it in the void.

The bloody battle between the three supreme Nascent Soul powerhouses of Yuhua Tianmen and Song Qingshu was inseparable for a while.

At least for Song Qingshu, such a battle can already be called a deadly battle...

Chapter 444 Another dead one

"boom!"

A thunderbolt exploded above the magic circle, and the void was pierced by the thunderbolt.

Suddenly, the space where Song Qingshu was standing was torn apart.

There is a turbulent flow of space flowing out of the broken space, constantly pulling Song Qingshu's clothes and figure.

"Certainly!"

The Yuanshen villain above Song Qingshu's head looked at the shattered space, and sternly let out a small mouth.

The space turbulence flowing out of the broken space was stopped by the Yuanshen villain, and Song Qingshu stabilized his figure in the void again.

In such an instant.

The thousands of swords swung by the old man on the bull just now shattered the void and came to Song Qingshu.

Each of the thousands of Dao swords is crimson red representing killing.

from a distance.

It roared towards Song Qingshu like a bloody wind.

The old man riding a bull looked at the bloody wind that was heading towards Song Qingshu, and his expression was no longer gloomy.

At least there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

This thousand-thousand sword is another strongest move of the old man riding the bull. It seems that there is nothing special about this bloody storm.

But on each of the scarlet dao swords, the old man riding the bull was engraved with an extremely powerful killing talisman.

Even if only one scarlet dao sword pierces Song Qingshu's flesh and blood, it is enough.

Because of the killing spirit attached to his sword, it can directly blast Song Qingshu's flesh and blood, and can directly cut off Song Qingshu's flesh and blood and meridians.

So the old man on the bull was waiting.

He was waiting for Song Qingshu's sword, then fear and despair, and then the scene of yelling.

So the old man riding the bull swept away his previous slumped appearance, and there was some indescribable excitement in his eyes.

"Die, Song Qingshu!"

The old man riding a bull raised his head, looked at Song Qingshu who was in the thunder and yelled loudly.

His voice became very confident, extremely proud.

Following this voice came countless red flying swords that radiated red light and radiated brilliance.

As the distance between the red flying sword and Song Qingshu got closer, Song Qingshu could see the shape of the short flying sword more clearly.

They have sharp and narrow blades, engraved with countless colorful lines and profound characters on the blades.

There is an unknown aura of avenues floating on the sword, making that small sword even sharper.

Such a sword, I am afraid that one handle can solve the strongest state Mo Xiejia is in.

The number of swords like this multiplied by tens of thousands, so it can be called extremely terrifying.

The old man riding a bull looked at Song Qingshu, smiled slightly, and thought in his heart:

"Even if you are unparalleled in body, you have to fight with all your strength in the face of such a sword, right?"

"However, as long as you distract yourself, the thunder on the formation will kill you, and the characters of the chanting god statue will swallow you up."

"Song Qingshu, so what should you do?"

however.

Although the old man riding a bull considered all the conditions, he still forgot one thing.

That is Song Qingshu is never unreasonable.

It is obviously unreasonable, but this thing can happen to him...

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming thousands of swords with no emotion on his face.

He just turned his head to look at Daojian, and then turned his head directly, without looking at the thousands of Daojian.

He casually raised his left palm, and slapped down the thousands of swords.

When Song Qingshu struck out a palm, behind Song Qingshu faintly condensed a huge palm made of heavenly thunder and calamity clouds.

The giant palm is as dark as night, and the whole body exudes dazzling thunder light.

The thunder is the thunder calamity, and the calamity cloud is the sky.

"Heavenly Tribulation Palm!"

Song Qingshu remained calm and just said a sentence in his heart.

So the giant palm transformed by the thunder and robbery cloud passed Song Qingshu's body, and slapped it heavily on the thousands of swords.

puff!

There was an extremely crisp breaking sound in that gust of bloody wind and rain.

It's like countless mirrors, hammered into countless pieces by a giant hammer in a jackhammer.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.

The thousands of swords shattered into a burst of blood-red mustard powder, which diffused across the sky.

Song Qingshu broke ten thousand swords with one palm, but the power of Tianjie's palm is still not exhausted.

There was a broken sound in the space.

Song Qingshu's palm had torn through the void in an instant, and he slapped the old man on the bull again.

There was another soft pop.

The Taoist robe on the old man riding the bull was smashed into mustard powder.

He screamed in pain and flew upside down, fell to the ground, and made a deep hole.

Song Qingshu gave the old man riding a bull a cold look.

So he didn't bother to pay attention to anything, but concentrated his attention on the thunder disaster in front of him.

"How dare you look down on me!"

A deep pit sank into the old man's chest.

But for some reason, he couldn't feel any pain.

So he suddenly felt that Song Qingshu's palm was nothing special.

So when Song Qingshu looked at him contemptuously, the old man riding a bull felt extremely angry.

The old man on the bull raised his right hand in the deep pit, and the breath of heaven and earth condensed on his hand.

An incomparably exquisite dao sword also condensed in his palm along with the breath of heaven and earth.

The old man riding a bull used his sword as a stick, trying to prop himself up in the deep pit.

"what!"