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Seeing 23 different swords slashing towards him, the Sword Master of Qingcheng was extremely angry, his veins bulged, and he turned to face the enemy, so that Gao Xinfa moved the general trend of the world and sent out a sword.

There was a bang like thunder from the sky, and a vast ancient sword with a length of hundreds of miles appeared, carrying everything of the Sword Master of Qingcheng.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, but the connection of the sword in his left hand changed, sometimes simple, sometimes agile, sometimes thick, and sometimes sharp!

But in the blink of an eye, Qingcheng Sword Master's Wuji sword collided with Song Qingshu's 23 ancient swords.

The sword of Wuji is as heavy as a mountain, and the lingering laws of various avenues make it look like an ancient sacred mountain.

The 23 ancient swords are as small as wheat seedlings in front of the mountains.

However, 23 wheat seedlings brushed gently on the mountain.

The wheat seedlings are fine, but the mountain collapses.

"puff!"

The Sword Saint of Qingcheng spit out a mouthful of blood, his face hidden in the void was instantly as pale as snow, and his breath was extremely sluggish.

Song Qingshu's sword was full of intent, chopped Qingcheng Sword Master's Wuji sword, and then directly chopped off his head, and the soul of Yuanshen was wiped out.

"From now on, there will be no sword master in Qingcheng."

Song Qingshu threw away such a faint sentence, his face was still as indifferent as ice, and there was no trace of joy in killing a powerful enemy.

The Sword Saint of Qingcheng is the most powerful person who has stepped into the realm of divine light, but he can't even stand up to a single move in front of Song Qingshu. This is the tragedy of a master.

But no one will sing a lament for him.

Because from the moment he chose to join the attack on Song Qingshu tonight to snatch the heaven and earth source energy, his death was a foregone conclusion.

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After killing Qingcheng Juggernaut with one sword, Song Qingshu controlled the 23 swords and cut into the crowd, harvesting the lives of countless strong men like a meat grinder.

When the killing was in full swing, Song Qingshu's brows ached slightly, and the Yuanshen villain trembled slightly, as if a little fearful and impetuous.

"Chong!"

At this moment, Song Qingshu rotated the Great Dragon Sacred Sword in his right hand, blocking a blood sword coming from the void and bursting out a series of dazzling sparks.

The killing intent pierced through the blood sword, but was completely blocked by the Great Dragon Sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

No matter how terrifying Ren Xuejian was, it couldn't hurt Song Qingshu in the slightest.

Song Qingshu looked at the holy sword blocked by him and sneered. He knew that a real powerful opponent had appeared in this battle!

At this moment in the melee.

The most frightening thing is not the upright immortal climber, but one of the nine holy sons organized by the terrifying gods.

In the darkness, they have become the kings of the darkness, taking the absolute initiative in this chaotic battle.

"Who is coming?"

Song Qingshu's divine sense swept out, thundering in the void like thunder, and asked the person who attacked him.

"God!"

A few old and concise responses came from the void, and the words were like swords, which made people frightened and frightened, and the soul was about to collapse.

"Come!"

Song Qingshu shouted loudly, his face was calm, his words were concise and powerful, and his words were like electricity.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound of winter thunder, the gate of hell above the sky seemed to be opened.

Eighteen heavy black prisons descended, and the endless killing intent in the black prisons was as mighty as a frenzy.

Several powerful veterans from the organization of the gods came here, and slashed at Song Qingshu with the magic of killing life.

Thousands of ghosts howled.

The tingling sound of the sword.

The sound of the void being smashed into pieces.

Different terrifying sounds filled this place, and several ascended immortals fell directly from the sky under the influence of the sound.

Song Qingshu was fearless, his face remained unchanged, his breath was steady, he jumped up with Lei Lingfeng's legs, and clouds and mist swirled around him, making him seem to be walking in nothingness.

In the cloud and mist, Song Qingshu's body was flickering, and he narrowly escaped the several killings by the veteran powerhouse.

"Zheng!"

A blood-dripping magic knife was born out of the sky, and the magic knife cut out, like a ray of light like a comet, illuminating the dark night sky of the Second Shenguan.

A seeded contestant who was about to be named one of the Nine Saints from the God Organization came here by chopping off Song Qingshu's head.

"Keng!"

The light in Song Qingshu's eyes flickered, and the clouds and mist around his body made his figure as light as smoke.

The moment before Song Qingshu's figure was about to disappear, Song Qingshu used the killing technique, and countless strange images appeared behind him, making his aura instantly terrifying several times.

In the cloud and mist, Song Qingshu's body twisted, almost in vain, and then the Great Dragon Sacred Sword was swung out by him at an unbelievable angle.

"puff!"

Song Qingshu swung the Great Dragon Sacred Sword violently while being pursued by several elders organized by the gods, and chopped off the head of a seeded player organized by the gods.

For a moment, blood gushed all over the sky, and white brains flowed like tofu brains, and then the dead bodies fell, and the dead could not die again.

Still possessing such combat strength in a crisis situation, Song Qingshu has to be said to be a terrifying existence.

"Hey!"

The top existence among the immortals, the wine and meat monk finally made a move at the moment when Song Qingshu was besieged by the gods.

He didn't come here in real body, but came here in the form of a Taoist priest with a fairy wind and a crane bone. If Song Qingshu hadn't possessed the eyes of the Dao, he would definitely not be able to see the clue.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

The Taoist monk transformed into a monk of wine and meat clasped his left hand together, said a word, and then pressed an ancient green pagoda with his right hand towards him.

The might of the ancient green pagoda could shake the mountain down, it was so terrifying that people around kept retreating.

At the same time, several people who came with the Taoist monk who was transformed into a monk of wine and meat also sacrificed divine soldiers, and killed Song Qingshu vertically like beams of divine light.

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"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, go to the God Tower!"

The Taoist monk transformed into a monk of wine and meat lightly waved the dust in his hand, controlled a green pagoda and smashed it towards Song Qingshu.

The green pagoda was only the size of a fist when it was held in his hand, but it grew millions of times in an instant, like a mountain like Song Qingshu pressing down on it.

The law of the avenue is engraved on the wall of the green pagoda, among which are stars, sun and moon, ancient mountains and rivers, exotic flowers and birds, and these embellishments make the green pagoda even more extraordinary.

Even if the pagoda has not shown its power yet, it can be seen that it is at least a top magic weapon in the Divine Light Realm.

The moment the monk of wine and meat made his move.

The other powerhouses who were hiding in the dark couldn't bear it any longer, and they all shot together. A total of hundreds of magical weapons of the Dao pierced through the air, and they went straight to Song Qingshu.

"Bing Zi Jue, Profound Truth Control Soldiers!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a very vague and lofty aura went straight into the sky, rushing towards those magic weapons.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the benefactor does not need to waste his efforts."

The Taoist priest who turned into a monk of wine and meat jokingly smiled, clasped his hands together, and shook his head at Song Qingshu.

Listening to Monk Jiurou's nonsensical words, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became solemn: "As expected of the guys who want to put me to death, everyone has been prepared for it!"

"Everyone's weapons are wrapped with thick dao talismans, presumably it's to target my soldiers?"

Song Qingshu swept out his spiritual thoughts and found that there was an ancient Taoist amulet attached to the magic weapons that everyone swung, so he said indifferently.

Monk Jiurou didn't answer, but the arc of his mouth showed the joy in his heart.

"Be prepared and strong enough, but if you can't hit me, so what?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the green pagoda that looked like a collapsed divine peak, and said with a hint of teasing on his lips.

"brush!"

Song Qingshu's body was as thunderous as lightning, turning into a flash of lightning that shuttled through the clouds and mist.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu disappeared from where he was, and appeared thousands of feet away, not too close or far away, but it just happened to prevent him from being attacked by the treasures of Monk Jiurou and others.

"It came just right!"

A soft shout came from the void, and then a blood-stained killing sword stabbed silently at Song Qingshu's temple.

"A god again? It's really annoying."

Song Qingshu smiled coldly, his expression was indifferent, happy and fearless, Lei Ting raised his sword and pointed towards the blood-stained killing sword.

"Keng", "Keng", "Keng..."

Song Qingshu encountered another kind of strong man organized by the gods, and the battle was very happy after only one face-to-face, and the sword glow almost smashed the sky to pieces.

The two of them were fast against each other, almost instantly slashing thousands of swords, and then Song Qingshu's body suddenly disappeared like a ghost.

"I am here!"

When Song Qingshu reappeared, he was already on top of this kind of strong man, so fast that he couldn't catch the figure.

Song Qingshu glanced at the god killer under him, sneered, and mocked.

"puff!"

Before the God Killer could recover, the Great Dragon Sacred Sword in Song Qingshu's hands had already been empowered.

The big dragon sword penetrated through the God Killer's Tianling cover, smashing his primordial spirit like chopping tofu, killing this extremely terrifying seed player in an instant.

This result made the hearts of many people, including Monk Jiurou, sink, and even tingle their scalps.

The blitzkrieg just now did not see Song Qingshu displaying terrifying magic skills.

He just made a simple sword, and turned the god killer into a human meat skewer. How terrible is this killing method?