"This man is a devil, not something we can win!"
"Run, I''d rather fight against several others than fight him. I''ll die, absolutely!"
"Help, don''t kill me... I don''t want to die."
Every time song Qingshu steps out and punches, there must be a miserable cry when the fist falls.
In that tragic voice, it must be accompanied by the ghost crying and howling of countless strong people. At this time, the blood rain scattered all over the sky, and Sen Bai''s broken bones flew out.
What song Qingshu did was as terrible as opening the door of hell.
"Ah..."
Looking at the faint sneer from the corners of song Qingshu''s mouth, the monks couldn''t help trembling and yelling in horror.
It won''t take a moment.
The 49 riders who had been very powerful had died, and the last dozen or so people were left.
In the cold eyes of song Qingshu, the last dozen cavalry immediately lost and fled, no longer caring about the dignity and prestige they valued at the beginning.
Now anyone can see it.
Song Qingshu, a monk who is half stepping into the realm of God, is a God and devil. Being an enemy with him can only be death, but the method of death is different.
"Where to go?!"
Song Qingshu looked at dozens of friars who had gone away and scolded them.
"The word is determined! Wan BINGSHU! "
With the roar of song Qingshu''s words, a light golden weapon world suddenly appeared behind song Qingshu.
Knife, sword, gun, bell, tripod
In that weapon world, there are holy weapons engraved with the law of the road all over the sky. It is extremely frightening and shocking.
"Ten thousand tools out!"
Song Qingshu held his hand and threw out his right hand, urging the pale gold weapon world.
Whew!
A holy spear hole in the main road broke through the void and nailed a strong man riding on a dragon to death in the void.
Dang!
A clear bell sounded from the top of song Qingshu''s head, and the bell waves waved golden ripples in the void.
With a soft sound of poof, a half-step divine leopard and its owner turned into powder in the sky in the sound of the bell.
Buzz!
An arrow as heavy as a star cracked the void and flew out.
A wonderful town stone collapsed in the blue sky, with boundless prestige.
The linglie immortal sword shoots infinite powerful sword Qi.
On the cold awn holy knife, the wind that can split the stars and break the sea was waved.
Song Qingshu only made a copy, and he had the power of thousands of troops and horses, which made the monks'' legs slightly soft, as if they were going to collapse.
It should be noted that the dozens of strong people in huashenjing pursued by song Qingshu can exist in any world. They move mountains and seas and pick stars.
However, this is the existence.
At this time, song Qingshu was so fragile and ridiculous in front of him.
Song Qingshu only shot at will, but let them try their best to escape death. They can''t do anything except watch their bodies turn gray.
"Taoist friend! Do you really want to kill us? "
"The existence behind us is not vegetarian. I think it''s better to keep everything on the front line!"
When song Qingshu slaughtered the last dozens of monks alone.
A strong man of the four peaks of huashenjing riding a white horse under his crotch made a strong move and dissolved a seven story pagoda thrown by song Qingshu at random at the cost of bursting the bone of his right hand.
Song Qingshu looked at the strong man on a white horse and his heart moved.
This man is the strongest of the 49 riders. Song Qingshu suffered a small loss in the duel at the beginning, which is thanks to him.
"Yes, I''ll kill you."
Under song Qingshu''s body, the thunder arc flashes violently, and the clouds are misty.
Then song Qingshu''s figure directly penetrated the void and came to the strong man.
Electro optic flint room.
The strong man didn''t even see whether the mood in Song Qingshu''s eyes was excited or indifferent, so he felt a cold in his neck.
Poof.
The strong man''s head fell to the ground, and the yuan God hidden in his head was immediately excited, trying to split the void and escape.
However, what he was waiting for was not an opportunity.
But song Qingshu''s more important step than mountains and rivers.
With a bang, the solid ground like a diamond collapsed directly, and the turtle cracks were all over the place where song Qingshu stood.
So far.
The original God who named the strong man of the four peaks of Shenjing disappeared and died no longer.
Song Qingshu''s eyes were as indifferent as ice, and there was no trace of feeling inappropriate because of his behavior.
Song Qingshu has given these people a chance at the beginning, but this definitely does not mean that song Qingshu is not bloodthirsty and likes to kill.
Since the cavalry chose to attack song Qingshu from the beginning, song Qingshu will certainly do his best to kill this group of cavalry.
Today''s song Qingshu will never have any ridiculous benevolence of women, which is the cruel law after choosing to declare war with song Qingshu.
"Spare my life. I know I''m wrong. I''ll die. I shouldn''t want to trample your old man to death."
"If you can let me go, I will give you what you want, such as money, status and secret treasure skill."
When a strong man in the triple realm of Huashen realm was caught up, he was scared out of his mind. His face was pale and begged for mercy. He almost knelt there.
"Know today early."
Song Qingshu sneered and remained indifferent to this sincere plea for mercy.
Then song Qingshu stretched out his fingers full of thunder and pointed forward.
After a light sound came, a flower of blood splashed out on his forehead, including the pallor of his skull and the streamer of the little man of the yuan God.
When he died, the frightened color on the face of the strong man who begged for mercy solidified instantly, and then he fell straight in a pool of blood.
"But the mole ants who half step into the divine realm dare to kill the four sides in front of me?"
"Magic umbrella now!"
When song Qingshu was looking for the next target to kill.
Shen tiejiu''s ridicule with high resolution sounded, and every word fell into the ears of song Qingshu.
"Boom!"
With the cold hum of Shen tiejiu, in the void, a sky demon umbrella engraved with the law of the avenue fell towards song Qingshu.
The magic umbrella was born in the wind and expanded to cover the sky and block out the sun in an instant.
Thousands of wisps of mist fell from the surface of the magic umbrella, and each mist is a chain of order.
The mist is hazy and intertwined in the void. It is like being cast with divine iron. It can''t be said to be brilliant and dazzling. The suppression goes to song Qingshu.
"Unexpectedly, Shen tiejiu, the weakest of the nine immortals, also has such means and combat effectiveness. It seems that the nine immortals are indeed an existence that can not be underestimated."
The Taoist nun sat on the eight winged Jin Peng, looked at Shen tiejiu''s Ling lie to song Qingshu, sneered and whispered.
"What I said is very true. I hope Shen tiejiu can kill him directly at one go."
"If you let this son into the city, a dead battle will inevitably be avoided on the heroic battlefield."
The young scholar gently shook the feather fan and whispered.