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At this time, there is only one step away from success. If it fails at this time, it is really a great pity.

Thinking of this, Hei Luosha frowned, looked at Song Qingshu and shouted sharply, with awe-inspiring killing intent, as if a war would start if there was a disagreement.

"I don't want to do anything."

Song Qingshu sneered, looking at Hei Luosha as if looking at a dead dog.

He stood on a hill, stepped on a crouching tiger stone, scattered the spear in his hand, and imitated an iron bow with the word Bing.

Song Qingshu's right arm was blue and blue, and he began to bend the bow and set the arrow. He stretched the bowstring to the extreme in one breath. The string was like a full moon, extremely stable, without a trace of trembling.

When the bowstring was drawn to the full moon, Song Qingshu spit out a mouthful of turbid air, the turbid air implying the law of heaven, suddenly lightning and thunder, all kinds of visions appeared, and the blood was overwhelming.

"I'm going to stop him!"

Hei Luosha was furious, and stood up straight, ignoring the large formation on the ground, and handed over the task of mobilizing the phantom of the man in the air to the other two.

Hei Luosha roared angrily, his eyes glowed red, and he kicked the ground violently with his left leg. With the help of the supreme impact force, he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"call out!"

Song Qingshu let go of the bowstring that had been drawn to perfection, as if shooting Sirius, the arrow just shot shattered the sky!

Song Qingshu smelted ten thousand scriptures, just a moment ago he perfectly combined Bingzi Jue with black and white Tai Chi diagram, and just now he shot an extremely powerful and stunning arrow!

"Dazzling Demons!"

Hei Luosha looked at Sui Tian's arrow, knowing that he was invincible, but still moved forward like a moth.

He summoned his own pitch-black magic stick, using his whole body to stimulate the perfect stick intention, he swung nearly ten thousand sticks in an instant, and every stick had a demon roaring in anger.

When ten thousand sticks are thrown out, it is equivalent to ten thousand demons roaring, as if they are going to collapse and annihilate the sky in horror.

clang!clang!clang!

The arrow shot by Song Qingshu was hit by Hei Luosha several times in an instant, and the sparks exploded, splashing all over the field.

Under the full resistance of Hei Luosha, Song Qingshu's arrow body was greatly damaged.

At first, the plume and feather exploded into ashes, and then the entire arrow body cracked and shattered. The arrow that was originally unparalleled in the world, only a head made of cold iron remained proudly in the arrow path.

but.

Song Qingshu's arrow had already melted away, even if the feathers dissipated and the arrow's body shattered, it still came with unparalleled momentum, as fierce as lightning.

"what……"

Song Qingshu's arrow pierced through the void and shot at the phantom of the man summoned by Liu Yunxiao and others.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, and the phantom of the reborn man, who looked like a great emperor, was directly shot and shattered, and the bones and flesh of the phantom were scattered everywhere.

Hei Luosha, who saw this scene in the distance, couldn't help but turn pale with shock.He didn't expect that he could not stop Song Qingshu's arrow even though he had shot with all his strength.

It can only be said that the power of this arrow is too terrifying!

"It's really hateful! It's already at the last moment and you destroyed it, otherwise the origin of heaven and earth would have been what I was waiting for."

Liu Yunxiao stood up straight, unable to care about fear under the rage, seeing Song Qingshu's indifferent words, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"There is no chance that day, today you must die!"

The blood knife Yu Wenyu screamed up to the sky, depressed in her heart, pulled out the blood knife from her back, turned into a blood demon Shura, and faced Song Qingshu life and death.

Hei Luosha was also extremely angry, and surrounded and killed Song Qingshu with all his strength as if he didn't know the pain.

"Noisy."

Song Qingshu bent down upright, held the bow horizontally, the veins in his right hand exploded, and pulled the bow to the full moon again.

At this time, there was no arrow on the bow, so Song Qingshu took the killing intent as the arrow.

clang!

Song Qingshu loosened the strings, as if he had plucked a thousand-year-old guzheng, and made an extremely clear and faint sound, like the prelude to an impassioned war song.

The monstrous killing intent was hidden in the clear sound, and it turned into a sharp blade to kill the three people.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The battle song was played repeatedly, the sound spread thousands of miles, cut through thousands of miles of dark clouds, cut off the ten thousand zhang divine peak, startled the dream of someone in Shenguan, and made the divine phoenix fly wildly, roaring nine days.

Yu Wenyu, the successor of the blood knife, was at the forefront of the three, trying to shake Song Qingshu's avenue strings with his immortal body.

However, Song Qingshu cut his blood knife into blood powder with just one string, and chopped it off at the waist with another string.

The string was startled, and the sound of the string was like the roar of a golden spear and an iron horse, shaking the sky.

The sound is exciting, and the sound is like cicadas singing in late summer, struggling between life and death.

So Yu Wenyu's whole body was cut into several pieces of meat paste, and finally fell to the ground, unable to move any more.

"Retire! Song Qingshu's fighting spirit is in full swing, unstoppable!"

Looking at Yu Wenyu who was cut into minced meat, Liu Yunxiao felt an indescribable crisis, turned around and retreated violently, pulling Hei Luosha to escape.

But the pain of failure has already driven Hei Luosha crazy, even if he knew it was dangerous, how could he stop?

In a fit of rage, Hei Luosha shook off Liu Yunxiao's hand, and hit Song Qingshu with a thousand-jin iron rod, walking alone amidst the manic sound waves.

After a while, Hei Luosha, whose body was as steel as steel, was bruised in hundreds of places, bleeding profusely, and the bones were visible from the wound.

Chapter 710 Nine Emperors Divine Comedy

"clang!"

Song Qingshu's slender fingers twitched on the bowstring, and from time to time made a sound that was clearer than the dingdong of spring water, resounding through the sky, scaring away the geese.

The place where Song Qingshu stepped was a Tiger Crouching Stone, and there was an old tree not far from the stone. Song Qingshu stood under the tree, his eyes closed, only his fingers trembled.

Song Qingshu's fingers trembled lightly, like a lotus and hibiscus out of water. With his fingers moving thousands of flowers, the most beautiful flowers in the world grew on the bowstring of the iron bow.

Every time Song Qingshu's fingertips trembled, a ray of extreme killing intent flew out, slashing at Hei Luosha head-on with the extremely sharp killing intent.

So every time Song Qingshu's fingers trembled, a little blood spattered, and an irreversible scar appeared on Hei Luosha's body.

Holding a bow under the tree, pointing like a lotus, all the scenery is eclipsed before Song Qingshu's situation.

This is the embodiment of Song Qingshu's fighting spirit and shortcut, and it can also be called a beautiful scene of slaughter.

Looking at the scene of Song Qingshu killing the enemy with a bow without arrows, Liu Yunxiao was terrified and terrified.

I believe that such a terrible scene will never fade no matter how long it has passed. Liu Yunxiao will never forget it and will forever burn it in his heart.

At this time, the heaven and earth in the Second Divine Pass were peaceful. Although it was about to dawn, the entire Divine Pass seemed lonely.

In all directions, there is only the sound of fallen leaves from the ancient trees beside Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu kept pulling the bowstring, like playing a zither, with a sharp sound, a little more blood would splash on Hei Luosha's body.

"Black Demon Luanying!"

"Thousands of Demon Slayers!"

"Youmo Fist!"

Hei Luosha was furious, thinking about the origin energy of heaven and earth that was on the verge of failure, his killing intent became stronger, and he crazily displayed countless magic killing methods, intending to kill Song Qingshu on the spot.

Hei Luosha learned the magic art, and he didn't know how deep his magic power was. At this time, he shot with all his strength, and the sky was filled with ghostly shadows and black mist.

However, Song Qingshu still held his bow silently, and as soon as he drew it out, thousands of ghosts were cut into ashes.

The fallen leaves of the ancient trees beside Song Qingshu fluttered one by one, and the fragrance was overflowing. They rose against the wind in the middle of the night, drifted into the wind, and scattered into the second Shenguan.

"Song Qingshu, with such a harmless attack, do you think you can defeat me? Don't be too stupid!"

Hei Luosha suffered hundreds of injuries from Song Qingshu's chords, but he didn't get hurt at all. Every time he was injured, countless phantoms would emerge from the void, repairing his injuries one by one.

"You are the stupid one!"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, took a serious look at Hei Luosha, sneered coldly, and commented.

"I have cultivated the Immortal Devil Art. My body is immortal and lasts forever. With your sonic killing method, how can you catch me? Draw your gun!"

Hei Luosha laughed ferociously, and behind him appeared a ghostly shadow of a ten-foot-tall skeleton. Two faint blue fires appeared in the eyes of the skeleton, as if they would never go out.

Song Qingshu sneered.

The lotus hand gesture changed suddenly, from lightly picking the strings to violently holding and pulling straight, no longer gentle, it looked extremely domineering, like a countryman trying to break the elegant strings.

"Heir of the blood knife! I know you can repair it even if it turns into blood mud. Didn't you claim that you can't kill it?"

"Today, I will let the two old turtles, Hei Luosha and you, know that I want to kill you two, and there are plenty of ways!"

After drinking, Song Qingshu was silent, pulled the bowstring, and it popped out suddenly.

There was a buzzing tremor!

The divine sounds of the Great Dao on Song Qingshu's bowstring are all concentrated at one point, blending with the black and white Tai Chi diagram behind Song Qingshu, ups and downs of millions of scriptures, and the power of the extreme realm of Dao is revealed in one blow!

The sound waves vibrated in the sky, as if they were about to wipe out Yu Wenyu and Hei Luosha, the heirs of the blood knife.

"You can kill me? Don't underestimate the word blood knife!"

Yu Wenyu, who had been chopped into blood mud long ago, emerged from the blood mud and looked at Song Qingshu coldly, with extremely contemptuous hostility in his eyes.

Yu Wenyu knew that he was no match for Song Qingshu, but she firmly believed that Song Qingshu couldn't kill him. Yu Wenyu, who didn't know what death was, was confident that one day she would be able to kill Song Qingshu.

That was the pride and disdain that came from his bones.

Song Qingshu glanced at Yu Wenyu's contempt, and remained silent, but the strength of the hand holding the string was exerted a little more, and the veins bulged even more.

clang!

Song Qingshu let go of the bowstring drawn to the full moon, and another sound of great avenue came, this sound wave had both form and quality.

When the sound waves are transmitted in the sky, the sound waves are like nine-color ripples, clearly visible, incomparably gorgeous, shocking, and possessing an indescribable charm.

Hei Luosha and Xuedao Yuwenyu looked at the nine-color sound wave, and their pupils felt a little dilated, which was a shocking emotional expression.

In fact, there are still countless people in the Second Shenguan who are paying attention to the last battle of Song Qingshu's treasure hunting battle.