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After saying that, the handsome scribe pointed to the void.

There was a soft pop.

A golden eight-winged Tianpeng flew out of the void.

On the eight-winged Tianpeng, there is a Taoist nun with an extremely beautiful face, but full of cold and murderous intent.

Knowing that someone was pointing at her, Taoist nun turned her head to look at Song Qingshu coldly, and said indifferently: "There are many heroes on the road to immortality, such a restless waste, why come here? It's better to die."

"Besides, whoever I kill has nothing to do with you?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing for a moment when he heard the nun's domineering response.

While Song Qing was thinking about how to deal with the enemy.

A slightly immature voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ear:

"Brother Dao, don't be too naive, the strong on the road to immortality should have no fear."

"The competition on the battlefield of heroes is fierce, and everyone will be rivals at that time."

"Now that the war has not yet started, it is natural to get rid of as many masters as possible. This is victory before a fight. Don't take it to heart."

A frail young man walked out of the crowd and gave a kind message to Song Qingshu, and then hid in the crowd, never to be found again.

Qingxiu scholar.

A Taoist nun sitting cross-legged on top of Tianpeng.

A thin boy.

These three people are all rising stars who are famous for their rapid growth on the road to immortality. They are geniuses among geniuses and lords among strong ones.

With the emergence of this group of top figures.

They are very strong and conspicuous in their respective areas, just the breath that is volatile at will, but it also oppresses other people to retreat hundreds of feet to make way for this group of strong men.

"Get rid of as many masters as you can get rid of? Is this your wishful thinking?"

Song Qingshu's expression was indifferent, looking at the sudden appearance of several masters who didn't like him at all, he opened his lips and said.

The handsome scribe shook his head:

"Oh, fellow Taoist, how can you say that?"

"I just want to see if a group of tigers in the state of transformation can defeat a sheep that is halfway to the state of transformation?"

Speaking of the end.

The handsome scribe's face was curved, making him look extraordinarily cruel.

The nun waved the whisk in her hand, lowered her head slightly, and saluted with one hand.

While saluting, he opened his lips with infinite killing intent and said:

"Or anyone who doesn't fight with all his heart, I will save him!"

"The previous monk is your role model."

Thin boy:

"Let's stop talking nonsense, let's go to war, I believe this battle will definitely feast my eyes."

Song Qingshu glanced indifferently at the three strong men who forced 49 Qi to fight with him, and opened his lips and said: "Watching others die, you are so successful..."

Don't wait for Song Qingshu to finish speaking.

A sword strike that was so heavy that the earth under the Xiongcheng Pass could not bear it, slashed at Song Qingshu's head.

The person who drew the sword was a third-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm. He roared and roared: "You die, I don't want to die!"

Chapter 536 The Forced Fight

Song Qingshu felt the heavy knife wind coming from above his head, and couldn't help frowning slightly, expressing his displeasure between his brows.

"Since you do it, don't blame me!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and his eyes opened wide.

A nine-color glow shot out from Tongtian Dao's eyes.

call out!

There was a soft sound, and the nine-colored glow hit the heavy ruler sword engraved with the inscription of the Great Dao.

chi chi...

The Dao imprint on the heavy ruler sword melted instantly in the nine-colored holy light, and the heavy ruler sword made of strange materials also melted a big hole.

"Ahhh, killing all directions! Fallen Star Slash!"

This God Transformation Realm powerhouse is several points stronger than one of the God Transformation Realm triple powerhouses who started riding the Unicorn Holy Beast.

Although the heavy ruler sword was almost melted by the nine-colored glow between Song Qingshu's eyebrows.

But fight before the heavy ruler sword completely melts.

This strong man in the God Transformation Realm still used the heavy sword power on it to throw a sword at Song Qingshu.

The Heavy Ruler Sword carried the momentum of a meteor falling indistinctly, and the Avenue of Stars was above it, extremely ferocious.

In a vague way, this sword seemed to cut down all the stars in the sky and fell in front of Song Qingshu, which was extremely terrifying.

"Bingzijue, Suo!"

"Bingzi Jue, Tower!"

"Bingzi Jue, Ding!"

Facing the sword of this third-level powerhouse of transforming the gods, he would sacrifice his life.

Song Qing's writing did not change, and the wind was still calm, and the corners of his mouth never rose, like ice that had never been thawed for hundreds of millions of years.

Song Qingshu whispered three times.

The iron lock of the heavenly way, which was thousands of miles long, broke through the void, and firmly locked the third-level powerhouse of the transformation of the gods together with his heavy-foot sword.

The thousand-foot-wide seven-story pagoda fell to the sky, directly dropping the third-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm into the pagoda, cutting off the connection between heaven and earth and him.

The huge square tripod, as heavy as a hill, collapsed from the top of the seven-story pagoda.

boom.

boom.

boom.

……

With a loud noise, one layer of the pagoda was crushed.

When the seven muffled sounds came, that muffled sound was accompanied by this scream.

As a result, the body of the third-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm, who dominated the world, annihilated into ashes together with the primordial spirit, and died so that he could not die again.

"Vulnerable, stupid death."

Song Qingshu waved his sleeves, scattered the iron chains, the seven-story pagoda and the four-square giant cauldron, looked at the puddle of blood foam, and muttered expressionlessly.

With three soft words from Song Qingshu, he crushed a powerful party, and he showed such power that he could be called peerless and invincible, so powerful that you can't have any temper.

"So powerful? It seems that this child must be a big hidden danger on the way to ascend to immortality. If it is possible, we must kill it now!"

The handsome scholar looked at Song Qingshu, his eyes flashed, and he was thinking incomparably darkly.

The pretty Taoist nun looked at Song Qingshu, and the veins on the right hand holding Fuchen gradually emerged.

"Fellow daoist is so powerful, I thought fellow daoist was just bluffing to avoid conflict with the 49 riders brought by Shen Tiejiu."

Among the crowd of onlookers.

The voice of the frail monk came quietly from all directions.

Looming and partly visible, getting closer and further away, suddenly left and right, people don't know where the person is.

Song Qing's writing does not change his color, he is not surprised by favor or insult, like the clouds in the sky, coming and going unintentionally.

He killed a strong man in the God Transformation Realm with one blow, but his aura was calm and there was no trace of frivolity, which shows how powerful he is: "Who else is going to die?"

Hearing Song Qingshu's provocation, Shen Tiejiu raised his sword eyebrows, turned his head to look at the more than [-] iron cavalry trembling behind him, and shouted violently: "Hmph, now you will die if you retreat, charge with me, there is still a chance of life This poor fellow who is not in the God Transformation Realm will be trampled to death!"

"Only in this way can you live! Kill!"

Hearing Shen Tiejiu's words.

The [-] or so cavalry who had been hesitant before suddenly roared like they had been stimulanted, with the same power as before.

Boom.

More than [-] cavalry rushed towards Song Qingshu like an endless steel river.

The sound of killing and cutting rose from the sky continuously, and in a vague way, even this piece of void was about to be shaken to pieces.

"Kill a way out!"

The blond woman riding Taotie let out a roar, her figure left Taotie, and sneaked into the void with a divine bow.

Taotie opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards Song Qingshu, while the arrows that shook the blue sky were flying towards Song Qingshu non-stop.

"If you can embark on this road to immortality, who is the common man? With so many of us, you are not the only one who is a genius!"

The strong man riding a silver rhino under his crotch roared coldly.

"Only by killing him can we survive!"

The man in the avenue cassock, with stars cracking in his eyes, shouted coldly.

"So, very good."

Song Qingshu looked at the group of people rushing towards him, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured.

With a loud bang, a crack really broke out in the blue sky.

Song Qingshu's shot came first, faster than the arrow that had already turned into a ray of light.