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Song Qingshu very much hoped that this sword would be enough to kill a god!

Whoa!

Song Qingshu's sword fell into the pit in the sea of ​​bones.

Then the deep pit, thousands of miles wide, split in two.

Then the boundless sea of ​​bones split in two.

As a result, the world of bones split into two halves.

Song Qingshu's sword did not open the sky, but it also opened up the earth.

"Roar!"

Just when Song Qingshu cut out this sword.

Half of the body of the strange beast in the deep pit was cut in two.

A scream came out from the mouth of the strange beast.

"you are dead!"

Song Qingshu looked at the strange beast coldly, smiled coldly, and said indifferently.

"Do you think that if you slash me with a sword, you can do nothing to get me?"

"Song Qingshu, don't underestimate me!"

Roar.

Song Qingshu felt a powerful death energy surge out of this strange beast.

The terrible breath of death tightly wrapped Song Qingshu, healing its crippled body.

The breath of death vibrated in this void, and the shaking of the Bone Realm was about to collapse in all directions.

Chapter 472

"Shouldn't it be vitality? How could it be death energy?"

Song Qingshu looked at the death energy lingering on the monster, couldn't help but frowned in doubt, and opened his lips in a very puzzled way.

The Dao breath of this world is an incomplete breath of life.

Heaven is still missing.

But the monster that was born from death relied on this incomplete breath of life to confront Song Qingshu until now.

So although the Dao Law of this world is incomplete, it is extremely powerful.

At the very least, it's not under the words of this strange beast to crush a strong person in the first level of the God Transformation Realm.

However, Song Qingshu was amazed.

What is lingering around this strange beast now is not some law of life full of majestic vitality.

It's extremely dark, and if it moves, it will fall the death breath of others.

Moreover, not only did the extremely strong death intent not devour the body of this strange beast, but it continued to heal its body.

Even if Song Qingshu cut off half of the body of this strange beast with a sword just now.

Available under the treatment of Death Breath.

The body of this strange beast actually grew back alive, and its body strength was stronger than before.

"Little guy, do you know that things must be reversed when they are extreme?"

"I have cultivated in the sea of ​​bones for thousands of years, and I have long since comprehended the death intent in the breath of life. Now I am reborn from the ashes! You will definitely die!"

The strange beast looked at Song Qingshu who was frowning in surprise on the sky, laughed, and roared arrogantly.

"When things are extreme, they are reversed, and when a vessel is full, it will tilt?"

Song Qingshu murmured, looking at this strange beast with anticipation in his eyes.

Boom!

Just when Song Qingshu's eyes happened to focus on this strange beast.

The strange beast had already stepped on the void and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

There was a dull sound in the air, it was the sound of air being crushed by strange beasts.

"Roar! Sen Luo's death!"

The strange beast raised its head, and a black mist was conceived in its mouth.

Then the black mist was spit out by it, shattering a void, and fell towards Song Qingshu like a bolt of lightning.

"Heavenly Tribulation Suppresses Demons!"

Facing this black mist that could easily kill a strong person in the God Transformation Realm.

Thunder flashed from Song Qingshu's left palm, and it struck out at the cloud of black mist with a mighty momentum.

boom!

A thunderous thunder was pulled by Song Qingshu's palm, and after thumping and rolling in the sky for a while, it also smashed towards the black mist.

Clap!Chick chirp!

The thunder and the black mist collided, and there was a deafening violent sound between the two, and the bright brilliance flashed dazzlingly.

"Tianlei is masculine, and is the nemesis of all filthy things. I am afraid that your death will not do anything to me."

Song Qingshu watched the black mist dissolving rapidly in the sky thunder, and said with a satisfied smile.

The strange beast transformed from death smiled indifferently:

"Death can't do anything to you, what about vitality?"

With the sound of the strange animal language.

A scream pierced through the black mist representing death.

"boom!"

A branch of willow representing majestic vitality shot at Song Qingshu.

"Bingzijue! Wanren!"

The willow sticks came fiercely, stabbing at Song Qingshu with endless power.

Song Qingshu looked at this willow branch representing the pure vitality of the world, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, so Song Qingshu didn't want to retreat.

He'd love to pick it up.

So Song Qingshu discarded the broken sword in his right palm, and spread his five fingers on his right palm.

Song Qingshu's five fingers on his right palm flicked randomly in the air at an incomprehensible speed.Jumping agilely, the five fingers seemed to have a life of their own.

Just when the green willow branches were about to pierce Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu's eyes sparkled brightly, as if thunder and lightning were hidden in them.

Followed by.

Song Qingshu yelled loudly, and fought against the weak wicker with the Bingzijue, which was as famous as Xingzijue.

Song Qingshu's Bingjue has been practiced by Song Qingshu to the level of entering the room, every sand and flower between the sky and the earth can be used as a weapon.

Even the air around Song Qingshu's body can do it.

wow.

The breeze around Song Qingshu's body turned into strong iron chains, which flew quickly to lock on the wicker.

The air around Song Qingshu's body turned into gigantic mountains, which were suppressed with unimaginable power.

Morning light turned into thunder.

The water dew turned into a startling dragon.

Dust turned into ten thousand swords.

For an instant.

That pure wicker of life was locked by iron chains, suppressed by huge mountains, struck by thunder, coiled by startled dragons, and cut by thousands of swords!

As a result, the greenness of the wicker of life instantly melted away, and the wicker began to become dull.

"There are all kinds of things!"

The strange beast spit out a mouthful of blood on the willow of life, and drank violently.

puff!

With the mouthful of blood from the strange beast, the wicker was covered.

The green wicker suddenly struggled violently.

With a soft bang, the iron chain shattered.

With a dull bang, the giant mountain collapsed.

The thunder dissipated, the frightened dragon disappeared, and ten thousand swords shattered violently.

Soldiers will be scattered.

"Die!"

The wicker grows crazily under the roar of the strange beast, and it grows for several miles in just a moment.

Then the wicker of life stabbed at Song Qingshu like a dragon.

boom!

The willow branch of life directly passed through Song Qingshu's chest, and the greenery on the willow branch collapsed one bone mountain after another.

"Hahaha! He's not dead yet!"

The strange animal looked at the willow stick on Song Qingshu's chest, and laughed wildly with joy.