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Song Qingshu turned into a golden god with a terrifying blood energy, and punched Qingxue with a bang.

Song Qingshu smelted hundreds of scriptures, and his understanding of the Dao has long reached the level of returning to the basics. Now that he makes a move, Song Qingshu is simple and direct.

A blood-colored fist contains the avenue of heaven and earth. The intent of the fist is astonishing as it has been in the past, and the power of the fist is mighty and mighty.

Under the mighty fist, the sacred peaks and mountains hundreds of miles away were blown away, and a river that reached to the sky was directly blown to dryness.

"puff!"

The fist shattered the void, and faced a Buddhist monk who was at the front of Qingxue and the others.

"Vajra is not bad! My Buddha is merciful!"

Under Song Qingshu's fist, the buddhist cultivator squeezed the rosary in his hand, recited the Buddha's words, and imitated an extremely powerful Buddha shadow with pure and incomparable Buddhist power.

The Buddha Shadow folded his hands together, emitting a radiant light, which caused thousands of Buddhist mantras to spread from the sky, and the mantras seemed to fall from the sky, with infinite power.

"break!"

however.

Although the phantom of the Buddha was powerful and terrifying, Song Qingshu still gave a shout, and just waved his fist away, ignoring other things.

A loud bang.

Song Qingshu's fist directly hit the phantom of the Buddha, and with a muffled bang, the phantom of the Buddha exploded and then shattered.

Under this punch, the Buddhist cultivator, together with the rosary in his hand, exploded into a blood mist, which was pierced by Song Qingshu's simple and crisp fist.

"kill him!"

Qingxue yelled angrily, and the seven masters took the Big Dipper as a formation to kill Song Qingshu.

Boom!

Song Qingshu lowered his brows coldly, and when he raised his hands and feet, there was the sound of heaven and earth breaking in all directions.

The aura of blood in Song Qingshu's body rushed to the sky, and he was like a god, with an unparalleled elegance in the world.

Immediately, Song Qingshu swung seven fists one after another, and the seven fists were mixed with Kun's artistic conception and black and white two-color Tai Chi.

In an instant, the Big Dipper fell and was shattered into ashes, and then seven people shattered!

hum!

The meteorite seal in Xia Ye's hand was long like a divine peak, which fell from the sky towards Song Qingshu, crushing the nine heavens and smashing the void.

This Meteor Seal is a divine light-level treasure in the past. Although it is lacking and no longer powerful, it can shatter the sun and the moon and reverse yin and yang.

however.

Song Qingshu's fighting spirit was overwhelming, and his nine-colored brilliance was extremely brilliant, and he directly covered the sun, moon and galaxy with his random shots, shaking them down forever.

Song Qingshu, like a god descending into the world, casually raised his palm and slapped Gao Tian, ​​and then directly slapped the Yutian seal and flew away with a crackling sound.

Cracks and cracks appeared on the Meteor Seal, making the damage even more serious.

"puff".

Song Qingshu succeeded in one blow, and then waved his palm casually, with a sound of swipe, the palm slashed across the sky.

With a soft sound, Xia Ye's lower body suddenly shattered into a cloud of blood mist, which was completely shattered under Song Qingshu's palm.

Xia Ye looked at her incomplete lower half, her expression changed drastically, and then she screamed in an extremely stern way.

After the lower body was shattered, Xia Ye's upper body flew upside down, her hair disheveled, her face full of despair: "Hurry up and save me! I only have half of my body left!"

Song Qingshu sneered:

"Soon you won't even have half left!"

Afterwards, the murderous intent on Song Qingshu's body surged into the sky, and the murderous intent hit Xia Ye directly, cleaning up the area below his head.

Turning it into a pool of bloody mud, leaving only one head flying obliquely.

"Ahhh! Save me!"

Only the head of Xia Ye remained, and the villain of Yuanshen was still there. She was not in danger of death, but she was so frightened that all her souls trembled, almost insane.

Watching this scene, the meditation monk couldn't help standing upside down with chills all over his body, he took the head in his hands, and then fled away.

Chapter 612 Rout

At this time, the meditation cultivator lost the calmness and indifference at the beginning, and his entire face was bloodless and extremely pale.

After killing Xia Ye with one palm, Song Qingshu still didn't stop killing.

Like a killing god, he shot wantonly among the heroes, and the heroes who died in his hands accumulated one by one.

Everyone glanced at Song Qingshu from a distance, and couldn't help but wonder if they had offended a demon king that they shouldn't have offended.

"You are all too weak! It's not enough to watch!"

Song Qingshu roared, and the sound split the sky into pieces.

Then Song Qingshu rose violently, angrily killing all directions, and no one could stand beside Song Qingshu.

The monstrous killing intent on Song Qingshu's body was endless, and the first shot was a two-color Tai Chi picture.

The Taiji diagram flows naturally in the sky, crushing the infinite void between the flows, and killing one side.

His next move was another Heaven-shattering Divine Sword, which smashed the sky, smashed thousands of mountains, and split the vast land.

Song Qingshu swallowed thousands of miles of anger, and opened his mouth to let out a clear whistle, which contained the profound secret method of Bingzijue.

hum!

hum!

hum!

Several metal trembling sounds shattered the sky.

The square heavy tripod carrying mountains and stars appeared, and threw it at a figure monk with the blood of the ancient mang ox.

Its horns shattered and howled loudly.

The quaint big bell engraved with ancient totems rose into the sky, and the bell waves rippling, and the thousands of miles of heavy clouds were directly dispelled by the sound of the bell waves.

When the bell rang, everything disappeared, and the mountain peaks thousands of miles away turned into dust!

clang!

The sound of the bell vibrated into a group of monks, and the bodies of the strongest men in the front were shattered, and the blood mist drifted away.

The unworldly great demon who practiced magic skills was suppressed by the seven-storey pagoda and transformed into a Buddha.

for a while.

The meditation monks and others who were clearly superior in number were killed by Song Qingshu, who had no temper and had no way to compete with them.

"Too weak! Can't you let me have fun again?"

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand, and gave the void a firm grip.

With a bang, the void shattered into thousands of pieces, and a terrifying monk with a figure like electricity was frozen in the void.

Immediately after Song Qingshu snapped his fingers, the monk was crushed into a puddle of blood, his brains and blood splashed everywhere, and his white bones turned into fine powder.

"Song Qingshu! Don't be arrogant!"

"Roar!"

A monk with a lion's head roared at Song Qingshu, the mighty sound wave smashed down the long bell, and then went straight to the depths of Song Qingshu's mind.

This is a terrifying ultimate move specifically aimed at the primordial spirit, the sky trembles with a single sound, and if it is practiced to a great success, it will fall into the sun and the moon with a howl, not to mention.

Hearing this roar, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling like a light on his back, his scalp was numb, and he was quite unhappy.

"Bastard!"

Immediately, Song Qingshu's brows pierced the sky, and the villain of Yuanshen stepped out with the mist of the avenue, and roared angrily amidst the roar of the lion.

boom!

Since the strong man of the lion clan who is famous for his roar was killed by this roar, the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, and the villain of Yuanshen was turned into ashes.

If it is said that the strong lion clan roared, the sun and the moon trembled.

Then Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain can definitely be regarded as a landslide!

Under the angry roar of the villain of the Yuanshen, the mountains and valleys in Kunzhi's artistic conception turned into dust all over the sky at this time.

At this time, the originally incomparably handsome mountains were destroyed like white paper, and thousands of seas and rivers were roared until they evaporated.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain is like a demon master crossing the border, and a few angry shouts are the ultimate move of Yuanshen.

The souls of several strong men in the sky were roared to pieces, and then they fell down one after another, like dumplings in water, dripping blood all over the sky, which was shocking.

At this time, Song Qingshu's hair was flying wildly, and his fighting spirit burst out into the sky, standing under the sky like a god, and invincible like a demon.

Song Qingshu's strength at this time is intimidating.

Now that he is so powerful, Song Qingshu no longer needs to follow the law of the great way to make moves.

He only needs to swing a simple punch casually, which is enough to smash a monk who has stepped into the realm of transforming gods for a long time, tearing his blood and bones apart, and destroying his body and spirit.

"Song Qingshu! Stop! We are willing to break away from Meditation monks and others, and no longer be your enemy!"

"Stop it! I can offer you compensation and give you whatever you want. Please don't do anything to me again!"

At this time, only half an hour had passed since leaving the battle, someone stopped his figure, no longer rushed towards Song Qingshu, but screamed miserably as he fled back while begging for mercy.

"You all come back to me!"

Qingxue looked at the other monks who fled in a panic, her heart sank, and she began to roar in panic and anger.

"Everyone, Jingxin will never go back on what he promised you. At this time, I ask you to help Jingxin."

The meditation monk held Xia Ye's head in his hands, his face became extremely pale, and he looked at the other strong men who kept fleeing above the sky and shouted.

Although the meditation monk is extremely beautiful, many monks present came here to win his favor.

However, at this time, survival was still important, and no one turned their heads under her cry.