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"You got the wrong person!"

Nangong Shengnv's voice was rough, and she lowered the bamboo hat with her fingers. Such self-deception is naturally extremely childish.

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Nangong Shengnv is as beautiful as a fairy, and Yunbo Xianlin misses her so much, she is faintly moved, unexpectedly she likes to pretend to be an ugly man, it is really disappointing and disgusting."

Song Qingshu punished every word, and was directly irritated by Nangong Shengnv, who seemed to be an amateur in the robber industry, and his voice became much more agile: "You..."

"Buzz!"

Song Qingshu stopped talking, and mentioned the upside-down Great Dragon Sword, as if he was mentioning a mountain.

lift.

Chop off!

The Great Dragon Sacred Sword shattered the sky like a collapsing mountain, cutting through the sky, unstoppable!

"clang!"

Song Qingshu unleashed his sword violently, and slashed down heavily, suddenly and outrageously fast.

Nangong Shengnv didn't dare to be distracted and said any more, she quickly raised the rotten cork in her hand to meet it, and the chaotic light flickered on the cork, and shot at the holy dragon sword.

The two collided in the void, making a deafening sound like annihilation. Several immortal climbers of average strength died directly, and their ears bled.

"Boom!"

Song Qingshu's big dragon sword shattered the chaotic brilliance, focusing heavily on the rotten cork of Nangong Shengnv.

After hearing a muffled sound, the Nangong Saintess flew upside down and hit the bloody muddy ground heavily, creating a deep hole in which she spurted blood.

Nangong Shengnv was almost killed in that pattern before, but it is already extremely remarkable to be able to survive here, and her vitality has already been seriously injured.

The previous confrontation with Song Qingshu was already at the end of his strength, and he was desperately supporting it.

However, the rotten cork in the hands of Saintess Nangong is really scary.

Obviously she didn't push this thing with all her strength, but she cracked Song Qingshu's Great Dragon Sword, which makes people feel incredible.

"Very good, Holy Maiden, but what should you do this time?"

"brush!"

Song Qingshu raised the cracked Great Dragon Sacred Sword, and raised the sword over his head, as if he was about to chop it down.

In Nangong Shengnv's view, the present Song Qingshu is the spokesperson of the God of Death, and the sickle is coming...

Chapter 748 Killing the Holy Maiden

"Chong!"

Song Qingshu stood in the void with the Great Dragon Sacred Sword in his hand, then strode forward, freely walking through the perfect pattern of false emperor level, "Om!"

He talked about the Great Dragon Sacred Sword as if he was swinging a sky-reaching mountain. When the Great Dragon Sacred Sword was launched, its momentum shook the sky.

The dragon sword slashed out, directly smashing the high sky and the sky, with extreme force and force.

"clang!"

There was a sound of metal explosions in the sky, Song Qingshu raised his sword violently, and slashed heavily on the sky like an axe.

The Nangong Saintess was already wounded in the magic circle, and she was already at the end of her battle at this time.

Under Song Qingshu's forceful attack, Nangong Shengnv snarled, and then rushed to meet him with the rotten cork in her hand.

A frightening golden dragon phantom erupted from the dragon sword, while chaotic light flickered on the rotten cork.

The two collided, and once again there was a deafening sound in the sky, which was several times duller than Donglei Zhenzhen, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Boom!"

The Saintess of Nangong was defeated and flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, hit the ground heavily, smashed a deep hole, and spurted blood in the hole.

"It seems that you're done, Saintess Nangong, let me end your epic life."

"brush!"

Song Qingshu stepped forward, raised his sword and slashed down again in the void, the light of the dragon sword was almost connected with the thick dark clouds in the sky.

At this time, a sword was raised, thick as a mountain, extremely terrifying!

"No! Song Daoyou, you can't kill me!"

The Saintess of Nangong let out a sharp roar. She knew her state, and she was definitely not suitable for a big battle at this time, so she could only beg for mercy.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Song Qingshu held up his sword, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the Nangong Saintess who was kneeling on the ground, opened his lips, and said.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you guessed it right. When I was in Yunbo Fairy Forest, I once offered a toast to you. I am the Saintess of Nangong..."

The Saintess of Nangong broke through the aura of avenue lingering on her face, revealing her alluring face, although it was only for a moment, like a white horse passing through the gap.

But that beautiful face with creamy skin, red lips and white teeth, even Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, it really is you."

Song Qingshu grinned, and his expression suddenly became more friendly.

Seeing Song Qingshu's smile, Nangong Shengnv seemed to have caught the life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "It's exactly...Song Daoyou, you can let me go now..."

Before Nangong Shengnv could finish her sentence, Song Qingshu interrupted her, shouting: "So what if it's you? At this point, I don't even know whether you are real or not!"

"Take a step back, I don't care who you are, if you dare to kill me to seize the treasure, then you must be prepared to die!"

Song Qingshu shouted and scolded, and didn't give Nangong Shengnv a chance to speak, otherwise.

If Nangong Shengnv really proves her identity, and then Song Qingshu kills her again, there will be a lot of trouble in the future.

"Chong"!

"Chong"!

The Great Dragon Sacred Sword that Song Qingshu raised was heavier than the Shenfeng Mountain. Every time the sword was struck, the Saintess of Nangong would vomit blood.

"Song Daoyou..."

"do not!"

Nangong Shengnv opened her mouth while vomiting blood, wanting to say something, but she didn't even have a chance.

Song Qingshu's attacks were extremely ruthless and decisive.

Nangong Shengnv thinks.

If it wasn't for the chaotic breath flowing from the rotten cork in her hand, and the terrifying purple gold gourd on her back, always saving her life at critical moments, she would have been beheaded long ago.

"These darlings of the world, saints from all walks of life have their own great opportunities."

"If it wasn't for the fact that Nangong Saintess had been severely injured by the killing array, otherwise, if she really wanted to kill her, it would really take a lot of effort."

Song Qingshu, who was waving his sword and dancing, frowned slightly, facing the horror of the rotten cork and the purple gold gourd, even he felt a little tricky.

"It's time to end all of this, Saintess Nangong, it's fate to meet you once, now, it's my turn to see you off!"

In the end, Song Qingshu swept out with Ling Lie's sword, and the veins on his arm bulged like a coiling dragon. The strength was terrifying.

When Song Qingshu rotated the Great Dragon Sacred Sword, the body of the sword was bent directly, as if it was about to break.

"do not want!"

The Saintess of Nangong let out a miserable cry, but it was of no avail. She could only watch Song Qingshu's dragon sword violently slash towards her.

"puff!"

Song Qingshu slashed out with a sharp sword, bringing out a [-]-meter sword light, and directly cut off the head of Nangong Saintess with a sword, and the blood rushed more than three meters high.

His body was decapitated in a different place, and his death was extremely bleak and pathetic.

The headless body of the Saintess of Nangong fell into a pool of blood.

A primordial spirit emerged from Nangong Shengnv's head, trying to escape.

Song Qingshu swung out another dragon sword, splitting the Yuanshen who wanted to escape in two!

"what……"

Nangong Shengnv's primordial spirit was damaged, and she uttered an extremely unwilling and mournful roar: "Song Qingshu! I will definitely kill you, even if you kill me here, you will never survive..."

"Long-winded, die to me!"

"puff!"

Song Qingshu cursed jokingly, then raised his sword again and chopped it down, the primordial spirit immediately shattered, causing a generation of saintesses to be annihilated immediately, and the fleshly primordial spirit was turned into ashes.

Song Qingshu killed decisively, he didn't want to give Nangong Shengnv the chance to yell out, to prevent her from revealing her identity.

"You died in vain, what kind of saintly girl is just a passer-by now!"

Song Qingshu stood holding the blood-dripping dragon holy sword, and the blade pierced into the ground. He was neither angry nor happy, as silent as a God of War without any emotional fluctuations.

But incomparably powerful...

The Great Dragon Sacred Sword in Song Qingshu's hand only swung it a few times, beheading the Nangong Saintess to death.

Turning his head and consciousness into ashes, the whole person was left with a headless corpse with blood gushing from the neck.

This is the end of the life of a generation of saintesses. Originally, this Nangong saintess is likely to become the supreme saint king of the true god level.

But she has come to the end of her cultivation path today, becoming a dust in history, and will be forgotten in a short time.

To be expected.

In the short time after this, the entire Second Divine Pass will surely fall into chaos.

After all, this is the first Saintess of the Great Realm to be killed since Song Qingshu came to the Second Divine Gate. With the background of the Saintess of Nangong, it will inevitably cause a big disturbance!

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. It would be a good thing for his practice to be able to become more and more lively along the way.

"Come!"