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Seeing this.

After Song Qingshu shattered the void, his body retreated a few feet, his eyes were brilliant, and two beams of avenue several feet long smashed towards the metal armor.

boom.

The artistic conception of Kun turns into a lofty mountain, and the avenue of life turns into green willow branches.

Immediately, the silver-white metal stomach was entangled by willow branches, unable to move even for a moment.

When he was struggling, a mountain of ten thousand zhang came crashing towards the silver-white armor of the avenue.

With a muffled pop, a terrifying hole was sunk in the chest of the Dao Shenjia.

"It's no wonder that you can survive ninety-nine days of calamity by relying on the Nascent Soul Realm. Your physical strength is indeed beyond my imagination."

"However, in front of the technology of my indestructible world, all your struggles are in vain, there is no hope!"

The little old man hid himself in the silver-white avenue armor, and said with his lips parted in astonishment.

Say it.

The silver-white metal god armor, which was more than eight feet long, began to emit waves of immortal artifacts, and the terrifying power began to recover in front of Song Qingshu!

Because this Dao Shenjia is no longer a weapon in a simple sense, the Bingjue mastered by Song Qingshu has also lost its due effect.

All Dao Divine Armor is a first-class fairy weapon.

The Dao Shenjia in front of Song Qingshu can't be considered tall, but it has stepped into the ranks of immortal weapons, so it is very terrifying to use it for life-and-death combat.

There are not many such Dao God Armors, and those who are not in the realm of transforming gods cannot temper them.

Therefore, even in the first family of the Immortal World, there are not many such avenue armors. Non-important people cannot control them, and any one is extremely powerful.

"Dirty ascendant from outside, I promise this is the last time."

"Kneel down and bark like a dog, and I won't kill you. Not only will I not kill you, but I can find a good job for you."

The little old man's voice came from inside the silver-white mecha, which was more than eight feet tall.

"Go to hell."

Faced with the little old man's repeated provocations, Song Qingshu was really angry.

Immediately, Song Qingshu directly shook the broken sword behind him, and slashed a hundred feet of sword energy at the silver-white mecha.

The sword energy evolves into the thunder and sky in the air, evolves into the boundless universe, and evolves into infinite life.

In the end, all kinds of visions merged together, smashing the void and cutting off the silver-white mecha.

"Space Jump!"

The little old man felt the terrible power contained in Song Qingshu's broken sword, and activated one of the secret methods of the Dao God Armor in great fear.

With a thud.

The figure of the Dao Shenjia turned into a radiance that filled the sky and disappeared in the air. Song Qingshu was so resolute that he fell directly with his sword.

Then, dozens of miles away, the silver-white armor of the Great Dao reappeared, condensing into the wind.

Chapter 502 Showdown

"Give up your stupid resistance! Even your strongest sword can be easily dodged by me. After all, technology cannot be defeated by you ascetics."

The silver mecha driven by the little old man was like the wind, fleeing in front of Song Qingshu's broken sword.

The silver mech looked at Song Qingshu standing hundreds of feet away, and cursed coldly.

heard.

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth could not help but raise a smile.

Although the silver mech is indeed extremely powerful, its energy is limited.

The dreamlike space travel just now has actually used up most of the energy in the silver mecha energy furnace.

Now the little old man's warning is nothing but arrogance at the end of his strength.

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu was still indifferent, he just squeezed his fist lightly and raised it, then smashed the void and rushed towards the silver mech.

Although the silver mecha is more than eight feet tall, it is more sensitive than Song Qingshu.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and a silver giant sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the silver mecha.

There are countless Dao inscriptions engraved on the body of the giant sword. As the silver mech swung the giant sword lightly, Void trembled slightly on the sword and couldn't stop.

"I didn't revive this mech just now, now, dirty outsider, try again!"

The little old man adopted the melee killing mode of the Dao Shenjia, in this era when he only cared about cultivating his own soul.

The little old man believed that no one could compete against the mecha physically.

Looking at the huge silver sword, Song Qingshu couldn't help but change color slightly.

Immortal mist lingered on the silver giant sword, and waves of immortal artifacts of the level of the gods emerged on it.

With a scream from the silver giant sword, the real fairy weapon was revived.

The silver giant sword is peerless and sharp, and the inscription on the sword emits thousands of wisps of white mist and clouds.

Moreover, that little old man himself is a Nascent Soul Eighth Layer strongman who is very close to the God Transformation Realm, and he is a strong person who may break through the God Transformation Realm at any time.

It can be said that it is handy for him to drive this avenue mecha.

The silver giant sword is raised horizontally, slanted, slashed heavily, and slashed angrily!

In a series of movements, the little old man mastered the strength of holding the sword with perfect proficiency, and never wasted any extra vitality of his own.

As the silver giant sword kept slashing down, the vast sword marks and mighty sword energy on the sword all tore through the void and fell towards Song Qingshu.

Facing the immortal giant sword of the God Transformation Realm, even Song Qingshu, whose physical body was comparable to the powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm, felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

But Song Qingshu was very straightforward.

Before the giant sword was about to slash, he summoned a stone mecha made of stones by chanting Bing Zijue.

The stone mecha was only a head taller than Song Qingshu, and compared with the silver mecha, it could be said to be extremely shabby.

But when monks fight against each other, they always judge heroes by their strengths, not by their beauty or ugliness.

There was only a whooping sound.

Song Qingshu's figure escaped into the stone mecha.

Above his head hangs a pitch-black hell platform, and black mist pours down from the hell platform.

He holds a broken sword handle in his left hand. The broken sword is no longer as sharp as before, but it still has an invincible style.

At the same time, he was holding a broken-looking cornucopia in his right hand, with a corner of the basin body dented, and the whole cornucopia looked funny.

"You have a armor and a great weapon, but how much can I lose to you?"

Song Qingshu smiled coldly, and then the stone mecha turned into a dark brown lightning bolt, and slammed into the silver armor angrily.

"clang!"

With a loud bang, it exploded in the sky.

The platform of hell hanging above Song Qingshu's head hit the silver Great Dao Excalibur.

Although there were no fluctuations on Hell Terrace, and no Dao inscriptions lit up, like a dead thing that did not recover, it still smashed the giant sword!

"Boom!"

What's more, Hell Terrace's castration remains unchanged. In Song Qingshu's thought, it danced with the wind, shrinking several times in size.

Then, a roar came from Song Qingshu's ear.

The shrunken Hell Tower hit the chest of the silver-white metal battle armor of the road like a black arrow, piercing it on the spot.

With one blow, Song Qingshu became even more powerful.

There are not many opportunities left for him.

If there is a distance between Song Qingshu and the silver battle armor, the mecha that the little old man is driving can easily display the profound magic power of the sixth level of the transformation of the gods.

In the realm of transforming gods, there is a realm of heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu may be able to kill the demon phoenix at the fifth level of the God Transformation Realm, but he really doesn't have the confidence to deal with this terrifying mecha at the sixth level of the God Transformation Realm.

If the mech really used the profound magic power of the sixth level of the God Transformation Realm, then it would be a catastrophe for Song Qingshu.

So now for Song Qingshu, the only dawn of victory.

He had no choice but to seize the most rare opportunity at this time, and violently rose up to kill him.

But at this time, the little old man who chose to fight Song Qingshu in close quarters regretted it.

In his eyes, Song Qingshu was already synonymous with monsters, even though Song Qingshu didn't have the magic power of transforming gods.

But it has a body that is more terrifying than that of a strong person in the state of transformation, and the hell platform above Song Qingshu's head is too terrifying.

With just one blow, he smashed his Dao Divine Armor to pieces.

"when!"

The crisp sound of metal impact is endless.

In the blink of an eye, the silver mecha collided with Song Qingshu's stone mecha tens of millions of times.

The space is turbulent, and the void is about to be shattered.

In the tens of thousands of duels, Song Qingshu hit the silver mecha repeatedly, hitting its vital points, causing big black holes to appear all over its body.

Under the prompt of the system, Song Qingshu is now the number one expert of Dao Shenjia.

Even with eyes closed, one can know where the weaknesses of the Dao Shenjia are concentrated.

click.

click.

After several loud bangs, the sparks on the silver-white mecha shot away, and many traces of the Dao engraved on the Dao God Armor were destroyed by Song Qingshu.