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To the surprise of this strong man.

Song Qingshu just nodded directly, and said with a smile:

"do not know."

Then he went on to make a move, bending towards the body of the peerless master.

There was a crackling sound.

The wave that Song Qingshu popped out with his fingers directly wiped out the peerless master from the neck down.

As a result, the body of that peerless master turned into bloody mud, and only one head flew out obliquely.

"Master Shen! Help me!"

That peerless master had a strong desire to survive.

Even though there was only one head left, it flew to Shen Tiejiu and shouted to Shen Tiejiu for help.

Shen Tiejiu shook his big hand and took the head in his hand.

puff!

Shen Tiejiu crushed the head together with the primordial spirit.

"Fighting to the point where you need to ask for help, so embarrassing and embarrassing, what use is it to keep you?"

After shaking off the brain pulp and blood foam in his hand.

Shen Tiejiu took a deep look at Song Qingshu, at this moment his eyes no longer had the previous contempt, but an incomparably dignified look.

Chapter 538

At this time, Song Qingshu was like a god who killed all directions.

Song Qingshu's strong strikes again and again made Shen Tiejiu, who was so arrogant that he couldn't help frowning, wondering if he had really provoked a demon king that he shouldn't have provoked.

"This person is so powerful, but he is only at the half-step of becoming a god. It seems that he is another monster who knows how to accumulate wealth."

Standing behind Shen Tiejiu, the handsome scholar looked at Song Qingshu who smashed a dragon with his palm, and murmured in fear.

The pretty Taoist nun waved her fly whisk, turned her head to look at the silent Shen Tiejiu, and smiled sweetly: "It is said that on the road to immortality, there is a side of the Nine Riders' Crown. It is a little girl's luck to see brother Shen today."

The Taoist nun has a fair and tender face, her black hair is simply coiled behind her back, and she is dressed in emerald green loose clothes.

It's okay not to smile, but when you smile, you have a sense of holiness that is detached and untouchable.

Shen Tiejiu looked at Taoist nun, with a hint of sensuality in his eyes.

Shen Tiejiu has been on the road to immortality for decades. It is not that Shen Tiejiu has never seen a woman in the past few decades, but Shen Tiejiu has not met a woman with such aloof temperament like this Taoist nun for a long time.

"Hey, I'm just a vulgar person too. How can I be so lucky?"

Shen Tiejiu clasped his fists at Taoist nun, laughed heartily and said as he spoke.

Shen Tiejiu glanced at the curves of the nun's body, looking extremely obscene.

A Taoist nun is a ferryman in the world of mortals, even if Shen Tiejiu's actions are extremely cautious, how can she hide it from her?

But for some reason, the Taoist nun didn't feel disgusted by Shen Tiejiu's actions, and even had a little bit of joy.

"Brother Shen is too modest. I saw this poor guy who has half-stepped into the God Realm humiliate you several times before. The little girl is really angry, but her strength is limited. I hope Brother Chen will forgive me."

Taoist said here.

There were two crystal clear teardrops in her eyes, and the teardrops slid down her cheeks like fat.

With tears falling.

An indescribable aura quietly emerged from the Taoist nun, covering Shen Tiejiu, who had a very deep cultivation base.

So in Shen Tiejiu's eyes, the Taoist nun's appearance became extremely beautiful.

It was so beautiful that Shen Tiejiu couldn't help but gasp.

She was so flattering that Shen Tiejiu felt that his bones were weak, and it seemed that he might fall off the old horse at any time.

"Girl, don't take it to heart! It's just a clown, I'll pull off its head right now!"

Shen Tiejiu patted his chest, no longer caring about anything else, roaring and urging the old horse under him to charge towards Song Qingshu.

"Good trick."

Qingxiu scholar waved his feather fan lightly, and praised Taoist nun indifferently.

The nun closed her eyes and opened them.

So her eyes that were dyed red returned to the indifferent look like ice at the beginning: "It's just a trick."

"At first I thought how powerful and detached the Nine Riders of the Climbing Immortal were, but now I see it, but that's all. All the way to the Immortal, such a mind is destined to be used by us."

As soon as she said this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Taoist nun's mouth. It was a mockery, but also self-satisfaction...

"kill!"

Song Qingshu moved his thoughts, the villain of Yuanshen came out of his body, and squeezed the Tianlei fist to kill all directions.

There were three soft beeps.

Three more divine riders fell off their mounts, their primordial spirits turned into ashes, and their heads exploded.

The blood in Song Qingshu's body was surging, and he rushed straight to the top of the sky, shaking Xingyu Tianhui to tremble.

"Come on..."

A strong man in the state of transformation who specializes in the Dao of Musical Temperament sits cross-legged on the fairy deer, while beating the small drum in his arms with his hands, while chanting inexplicable scriptures and mantras.

The snare drum made no sound, it just made the world tremble slightly.

The mantra is invisible, it just makes the Dao turbulent.

With a bang, the sky where Song Qingshu stood was full of saints, Buddhas and gods.

They sat cross-legged in the void, chanting the true meaning of subjugating demons non-stop, every word was condensed into the void, and fell towards Song Qingshu like falling stars.

"piss off!"

Song Qingshu looked up at the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, opened his mouth and screamed, and the sound of rolling words shook the sky.

There was a buzzing sound.

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky died, and the Dharma words retreated.

The strong man sitting on the fairy deer collapsed together with his mount, the blood mist drifted away, and the mountain towering into the sky thousands of miles away was roared into dust!

With a howl, the sky shattered and landslides fell!

Song Qingshu's roaring sound kept going, and as it continued to spread, the mountains and ravines became dust all over the sky, and they were all destroyed like paper paste, and countless strange beasts died.

Such a strong Song Qingshu really made people have to think about a question.

That is, how can this battle be fought?

It's not waiting for them to seriously think about this issue.

Song Qingshu came striding forward like a demon lord crossing the border, stretched out his hand and tore several strange beasts into pieces, bloody and shocking.

A gust of wind blew up in the first divine gate, blowing Song Qingshu's hair flying all over the sky.

His battle aura surged towards the sky, and he stood upright under the sky, making him invincible and unparalleled in the world.

"Why can't he be killed? Is he

god? "

I don't know when.

Someone in the group of divine riders surrounding Song Qingshu cried out.

With this cry out.

Everyone couldn't help trembling with each other, and their faces turned white.

Faced with Shura who was as terrifying as Song Qingshu.

They all felt a sense of powerlessness, and their whole bodies could not help but tremble uncontrollably. They had never been so frightened since they practiced Taoism.

"puff!"

There was a soft sound, and another splash of blood splashed out.

There were white bones in the bloody flowers, and another strong man who turned into a god fell, and the road of cultivation stopped here, and he could not go any further.

As a result, this strong man in the Transformation God Realm had no choice but to howl, and his body and spirit were completely destroyed.

Song Qingshu's black hair is like a waterfall, and there is infinite cold electricity in the depths of his eyes,

That wailing and screaming could not make Song Qingshu feel any shame at all.

After killing one person with one punch.

Song Qingshu swung his thunderous iron fist again.

After a bang, Song Qingshu beat a powerful cultivator in the God Transformation Realm into a bloody mist, causing it to burst into pieces!

Song Qingshu's strength was so terrifying that it shocked the hearts of everyone present.

It doesn't matter how terrible a monk you are, or how terrible your cultivation is.

In front of Song Qingshu, all it takes is a punch.

With one punch, no matter how terrifying the gods, ghosts and monsters were, they were all torn apart and destroyed.

"Do not kill me!"

"I know I was wrong! Please don't kill me..."

"what!"

Song Qingshu heard the miserable screams coming from his ears, but his expression was still indifferent, and he kept swaying with mighty fists between his gestures.

No matter how others begged for mercy, Song Qingshu's ruthless slaughter continued.

He was like a fierce tiger breaking into a pack of remnants of wolves, with every movement of his hands and feet, there would be stumps flying everywhere.