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The meditation monk knelt down, brushed his hand on Tu Mo's forehead, and stretched out his spiritual sense to sense what happened to Tu Mo.

After a while.

The calm monk's face changed from indifference to extreme anger and panic: "The sea of ​​consciousness is broken, the soul is damaged, and Tumo has become a useless person!"

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

Brush it!

Under Xia Ye's gesture.

The monks who had been sitting around the meditation monk stood up abruptly, and there were five or six people at once, looking at Song Qingshu coldly, overwhelming them with force, with murderous intent, as if they wanted to slaughter this place with blood.

Qingxue's face is livid:

"Song Qingshu! You are too vicious, but in the martial arts competition, you actually disabled Brother Tu Mo with one blow?"

Everyone in Feitian Restaurant thought that Song Qingshu would be indifferent and sarcastic, but they didn't expect him to say directly: "What's the matter if he is abolished?"

"Fly bugs like you, I have killed millions of them, so what do you want to kill one more?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, Xiaye, Qingxue and the others' faces became colder and colder.

They never thought that Song Qingshu would actually dare to do something in the restaurant, and they couldn't get a trace of evidence.

"You go!"

Qingxue turned her head slightly, and said to a monk around her.

The man nodded, then walked out of the queue swaggeringly, and said coldly: "Although others can't see clearly, I know you must have used some kind of trick to let Tumo die before fighting!"

"Song Qingshu, who are you really? You're just a despicable villain who sneaks up behind your back! How dare you fight me brightly? I'll kill you within ten moves!"

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"I'm not as skilled as others, so you say I used a dirty trick and became a villain. How stupid is it?"

Ye Fan glanced at him contemptuously, and continued:

"In addition, if you want to fight with me, are you worthy? Why do you need ten moves, and one move can kill you!"

When Song Qingshu said these words, he blessed his words with the incomparable power of the primordial spirit.

His voice was neither high nor low, but every word was sonorous and deafening, like a thunderstorm in the winter, and there was a violent killing intent overwhelming the sky, coming all over the sky!

puff!

The moment Song Qingshu's voice touched this person, his face turned pale, and the rain of slanderous blood emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, washing away the monk like a mountain torrent.

"Song Qingshu! Suffer death!"

In the midst of killing intent, this powerful monk vomited a mouthful of blood, and then roared, as if he wanted to spit out the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Then the monk flew up and kicked the chair carved from beautiful jade to pieces, walked directly towards Song Qingshu, pulled out a shining sword, and swung it at Song Qingshu.

"Brush!"

Before his sword pierced Song Qingshu's body, a piercing and cold light suddenly appeared in the sky and the earth.

The light flashed by, Song Qingshu turned his back to him, without turning his head, grabbed a glass of dirty wine on the table, and then spilled it, the wine was turbid like a handful of turbid waves.

The turbid waves descended from the sky, unstoppable!The bitter light is born from this handful of turbid waves.

A loud bang!

The glass of dirty wine that Song Qingshu spilled hit the monk's body, knocking a big hole in his chest, and then knocked him into the air.

The sword in his hand was shattered into slag, blood spurted out of his mouth, and after flying out, he fell upright in a corner of a restaurant, as if he had been hit hard.

Meditation cultivator and others changed their colors, and it was just a glass of dirty wine that they spilled at will, but they directly knocked a strong ascendant into the sky. This kind of method was really too amazing, and many people couldn't help being jealous.

"Song Qingshu! You are so defiant! How dare you go to war in the first gate?"

"It seems that you don't take the rules of Shenguan seriously? It's too much to do so. You despise the heroes. Is it possible that you want to be an enemy of everyone in Shenguan?"

After the shock, the meditation monk swallowed his saliva, pretended to be calm and sneered.

Song Qingshu looked around, his voice was calm, but there was an unconcealable terrifying power, like an emperor: "Who wants to be my enemy!"

"Come out together! Song Qingshu beheaded together!"

The Battle of Heroes is about to be held, and no one wants to waste time on such thankless disputes. Following Song Qingshu's words, others ate the food in front of them one after another.

The man in Chinese clothes was smiling, shaking his feather fan lightly, his eyes were extremely calm, and there was no murderous intent flowing.

The monk with messy hair gnawed on the meat and ignored the others.

The super masters in the other seats got busy all on their own, and no one said a word.

"It seems that no one is willing to be my enemy, and the only ones who are my enemy are you few beasts."

Song Qingshu's current realm is not high, but his Taoism is world-shaking.

When he said these words, a supreme formation floated from behind him, and then spread out, extending to the meditation monk and others in an instant.

Incorporate the so-called geniuses of the meditation monks into the formation.

Boom!

Song Qingshu took a step forward, and the vitality of the heaven and earth in the restaurant suddenly became unstable and turbulent, and thousands of heaven and earth trembled.

Around Song Qingshu's body, there were also cyan dragons and red fairy phoenixes, as if three thousand gods were chanting scriptures, rippling with supreme divine power, and ninety thousand asuras were shouting, emitting monstrous murderous aura.

Today's Song Qingshu has deep eyes, and there is a kind of air of self-respect in every gesture, just like a god and demon lord traveling.

"You! What do you want to do? Private fighting is not allowed in the first Shenguan. What is the ultimate move that our heroes will see on the battlefield!"

The meditation monk sensed the danger, and shouted angrily in horror.

Song Qingshu shrugged:

"can not wait anymore!"

Chapter 608 Hotel Chaos

"can not wait anymore."

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders, dismissed it, and said it very happily, chills all over the place, pouring into the vitality of the world, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"You said you couldn't wait for anything! Could it be that you thought you could kill us all by yourself?!"

"Song Qingshu, don't be too rampant!"

Behind Qingxue, a monk dressed in a yin and yang two-color Taoist robe and a scholar hat stood proudly out of the crowd holding a mahogany sword.

The monk glanced at the curve of Xia Ye's body from the corner of his eye, then immediately put it away, glared at Song Qingshu, and spoke righteously.

Song Qingshu shrugged:

"I know you want to express yourself, but you have to do everything according to your ability, right? If you gave up your dog's life for nothing for a chick, is it worth it?"

Hearing this, Xia Ye became furious, and the curve of her chest became more and more attractive: "Bah! Disrespectful person, Xuan Qing, kill him for me, don't you really want to be my Taoist companion? Kill him, Everything is easy to say!"

The Taoist in the yin and yang Taoist suit and holding the mahogany sword nodded in surprise when he heard the words, and quickly said in agreement: "Sister Xiaye! Just look at it, she's just a young man, I will definitely kill her!" , bring his head to see you."

Say it.

Xuan Qing swung the mahogany sword in front of him fiercely, and the heavy and terrifying sword force directly pierced the void of heaven and earth.

"Song Qingshu, suffer death, there are ten thousand ways, and the way is natural!"

After saying that, Xuan Qing directly threw the mahogany sword towards Song Qingshu with a bang, and with a bang, the vitality between the heaven and the earth was directly broken.

Then there was another buzzing sound, and the vermilion mahogany sword instantly changed into black and white, and it turned into a black and white lightning bolt in the sky to kill Song Qingshu.

The black and white mahogany sword that Xuan Qing threw, the rules of the road on it are unbelievably deep, black and white are distinct, crisp and sharp, very powerful.

With this sword alone, Xuan Qing is confident that he can snipe and kill the masters in the Transformation God Realm.

Therefore, Xuanqing really did not expect that Song Qingshu could get any benefit from his own sword.

"Black and white? Do you also know what the Dao is?"

Song Qingshu looked at the mahogany sword that had turned into black and white, sneered, and opened his lips disdainfully.

When Song Qingshu was washing the breath of the mortal world, he once smelted his own millions of scriptures with the help of thunder and lightning, turning them into black and white two-color Tai Chi diagrams, invincible among thunder and thunder.

As the saying goes, once the sea was too difficult to find water.

After Song Qingshu simulated himself as a Taiji diagram, and then looked at these black and white two-color Dao laws, he felt extremely childish.

"Do I understand? Then I have to ask if you dare to take my sword!"

Hearing this, Xuan Qing couldn't help but have blue veins popping up on his forehead, and roared angrily.

hum!

After a tremor, the black and white colors on his mahogany sword became more pure.

The white is as pure as the sun, and the black is as deep as the night, so the two colors of black and white are contaminated with yin and yang, and their power is even greater.

A simple sword, but pierced two artistic realms of yin and yang, Xuanqing's realm is stronger than the previous Demon Slayer.

Under the oppression of this yin and yang sword, Song Qingshu sneered, and then let out a breath of foul air.

In an instant, Song Qingshu's soul was day, and his body was night.

A yin and yang duality that was countless times more profound than the mahogany sword shrouded Song Qingshu's body.

After the lightning flint.

The radiance on Song Qingshu's body faded away, and his physical body and spirit returned to normal, but that indescribable sense of strength still shrouded Song Qingshu's body, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

boom!

Song Qingshu raised his fist and threw a punch.

In the fist, there is a regular way of flowing, the body of the fist is as black as night, and the meaning of the fist is as holy as day, with one punch, the void is completely shattered.

With a soft snap, the black and white peach wood sword broke into countless pieces, turning into dust and flying in the sky.

With a muffled pop, a big hole was cut in Xuanqing's chest, the black and white Taoist uniform was shattered into ashes, and all the strange meridians on his body were also broken.

Song Qingshu had only punched this one punch, and he beat this amazing and strong man in the No.