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"Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing and scanning the mystery of the bloody battle suit, and the analysis progress is 90.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts, after the analysis is complete, first transfer the results obtained by the system to the host's mind!"

As the system's last prompt sounded, Song Qingshu immediately understood the mystery of the scarlet battle suit.

The fact that the bloody battle suit is indeed a wonderful fairy weapon in the half-step divine light realm has not changed. Song Qingshu never misjudged it at the beginning.

The reason why the blood-colored battle suit is still as tough as iron and never broken under Song Qingshu's million ultimate moves, is not the effect of the blood-colored battle suit itself.

Its magic lies in the big formation in the blood-colored battle suit!

An extremely small formation of the divine light level was imprinted on the blood-cloak by some great power, turning it into a little brilliance, providing the blood-cloth with supreme defensive power.

The Shenguang-level formation and the half-step Shenguang-level artifact, when the two are combined, even Song Qingshu can't break it easily.

That Qingxue was able to obtain this artifact, either had great luck, or had an extremely powerful clan as a backer.

Unfortunately.

Qingxue, who always had such a magical tool, still met such a Song Qingshu, so it was destined not to have any good end.

"There is a formation in the bloody clothes? It's interesting."

Song Qingshu's voice was neither high nor low, and he spoke softly, but deliberately controlled it so that others could hear it.

Hearing this, Qingxue couldn't help but gasp.

The blood on this scarlet battle suit is the blood that flowed from Qingxue's family's last ancestor in the Divine Light Realm when he died in battle.

Later, there was another strong man in the Divine Light Realm in the family who really missed him, so he engraved the clan protection formation on the blood coat.

A simple piece of bloody clothes is the proud testimony of their family.

It was because the Qingxue family had high hopes for Qingxue that they had just handed over the blood coat to him, in order to save their lives and suppress powerful and terrifying opponents.

"Hmph! Even if you see the doorway here, so what!"

"You will be dead soon, and then I will see how arrogant you are."

"Scarlet battle suit! Rules lock the sky!"

Qingxue recited the words of the Dharma, the veins on her head popped up, and she urged it with all her strength, trying to let all the potential of the blood-colored battle suit come and kill Song Qingshu here together.

Whoa!

Numerous chains of rules emerged from the scarlet battlesuits, and the chains overlapped, and then rushed towards Song Qingshu with a bang, trying to lock Song Qingshu to death.

"Whether I can die or not! It's not up to you!"

"Bingzijue! Kunyi Five Swords!"

hum!

There was a slight trembling sound unique to metal weapons in the sky.

Casually behind Song Qingshu, a five-color sword with the artistic conception of Kun emerged.

A sword is a lake, and the water is rippling.

A sword is like a mountain, and the momentum is unparalleled.

A sword is fog, ethereal and mysterious.

A sword is the sea, and the meaning of the sword is boundless.

A sword is the ground, carrying everything.

This is when Song Qingshu comprehended Kun's artistic conception to the point where he could no longer comprehend it further, and blended with the Bingzi Jue to produce the supreme secret technique.

Although it is only five swords, it has a more terrifying lethality than that of the Ten Thousand Artifacts Art.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu let out a clear whistle, and then the five divine swords with different artistic conceptions turned into five-color divine light, rushed towards Xiao, and then rotated, slashing towards the blood-colored battle clothes.

There is a chant of the Dao in the five-color divine light, as if there are tens of thousands of heavenly swords singing together and clanging.

Puff puff!

Although the small formation in the blood-colored battlesuit is a particularly powerful small formation protecting the sect, it has not been able to provide protection for the blood-colored battlesuit.

Every sword of Song Qingshu's five-color divine light sword fell on the eye of the small formation of Huzong. Although the bloody battle clothes resisted desperately, cracks continued to appear after being chopped.

"Break it for me!"

"Slay God with one sword!"

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, turning the five swords into one, becoming a sword with no color but flowing with the law of the great way.

Song Qingshu knew.This is a sword capable of slaughtering gods!

Brush it!

Song Qingshu lashed out with a sword in anger, piercing through the small array of guards on the blood-colored battle clothes, piercing through the blood-colored battle clothes, shattering the rule chain all over the sky, and shattering all Qingxue's hopes.

"What, my family's guardian array can't resist it!"

"The future is long! Song Qingshu, just wait for me."

Qingxue looked at the fragments of the battle clothes flying in the sky, roared angrily, then turned around and ran away, not caring that the meditation monk and others were still watching his performance.

"Want to go?"

Song Qingshu took a long step, stepped directly into the void in front of Qingxue, looked down upon Qingxue, sneered, his eyes were full of contempt.

"I can provide a lot of compensation, panacea, cheats, utensils, you can definitely buy my life, Song Qingshu, how about letting me go!"

Qingxue looked at Song Qingshu who was blocking the way, and she didn't panic, but opened her lips in a very flat voice.

Qingxue thought that what she said would be enough to impress Song Qingshu, but she never thought that Song Qingshu would still shake his head indifferently, not caring about the so-called panacea.

"what do you want?"

With a gloomy expression, Qingxue shouted angrily.

Song Qingshu raised his right foot and stepped out with a single step. The murderous intent came from the void and slammed into Qingxue's chest, sending her flying horizontally.

"What do I want? I'll kill you!"

"vomit!"

"Are you sure you want to drive me to death? If I go crazy, you will definitely be buried with me!"

Qingxue vomited a mouthful of blood, and glanced at Song Qingshu with gloomy eyes, full of anger, but not afraid of panic, it was enough to see that he still had a hole in his hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to kill you, I don't want to push you to a desperate situation, no matter what cards you have, I will kill them all!"

"die!"

Song Qingshu used the word Bing to transform into a giant hand wrapped in the mist of the avenue, coming from Tianyu, and heading straight for Qingxue!

Chapter 615 The Power of the Curse

"It's just to deceive you, so what can you do?"

Song Qingshu took another step, the sky trembled, and the murderous intent filled the sky like a surging wave, beating Na Qingxue so that cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Qingxue vaguely saw a terrifying scene full of asuras and blood all over the ground.

Boom!

Song Qingshu waved his palms, and a pair of giant palms filled with the mist of the avenue emerged between the sky and the sky. The sky was shattered when the palms hit.

There was a muffled snap.

The giant palm swiped over half of Qingxue's body, smashing it into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"what!"

"Damn it, Song Qingshu! Even if I risk my life, I will take you away!"

Qingxue covered half of her body with her hands, and cried out in pain.

Immediately, Qingxue raised her fingers together, and Fei counted several clicks on her arm, stopping the gurgling blood.

Immediately, Qingxue's eyes were ruthless, and she took out a broken dagger half a foot long from her storage bag, looked at Song Qingshu and yelled coldly.

"Ding, the system prompts that the broken short sword in Dao Qingxue's hand contains strong curse power, please be careful with the host!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his sword eyebrows when he heard the system's notification tone, and for the first time showed a dignified look on his face.

This power of curse is the most difficult to detect and also the most difficult to guard against. Even if you have reached the peak of your skills, you still have to obediently fall in the face of the power of curse.

In the face of the power of the curse, there is no other good way except to break through it face-to-face with extremely strong strength, so it is particularly tricky.

Even Song Qingshu was unwilling to face this ghost.

"Destroy my life, burn my remnant body, and curse from heaven, with endless killing intent!"

Qingxue pointed at Song Qingshu with a broken dagger, and then called out while spitting blood.

In just a moment, Qingxue spit out dozens of mouthfuls of blood.

All the blood essence was sprinkled on the short blade, and the short blade that absorbed the blood essence turned blood red all over for a while, and then looked extremely strange.

After spitting out the blood, Qingxue seemed to lose half of her life.

The already fair face was even more bloodless, whiter than rice paper. As her face turned pale, Qingxue became very weak, obviously paying a heavy price.

"Don't let him curse success!"

Song Qingshu looked at Qingxue's actions and his heart trembled wildly, knowing that something very bad might happen next.

"Stop him! This is the last way we can kill him! If it doesn't work, then we all have to die!"

Qingxue vomited a mouthful of blood, then roared hysterically, screaming shrilly, like a wounded wolf king calling for his subjects.

"Stop Song Qingshu! Even if one person can only stop him for a moment!"

Cultivator Jingxin sternly shouted, and then everyone who was still capable of fighting surrounded Song Qingshu at all costs, no matter how Song Qingshu made a move, he would not retreat half a step.

"The Dao dharma body!"

"Vajra casts a curse!"