Now the Taoist body of song Qingshu is like dancing on the sharp knife mountain and walking in front of the terrible Shura purgatory gate.


    Although there are many dangers, it can show a kind of elegance and calm nature in the dead line of life and death every time.


    Song Qing took a few random steps in the air, then turned into several lotus flowers in the void and killed them from the encirclement of Dengxian Jiuqi.


    In today''s crisis, Song Qing''s calligraphy can only be regarded as a miracle.


    Looking at the movements of Song Qing''s calligraphy, the immortals around him asked themselves that they couldn''t, or even couldn''t do it at all.


    "Kill him, don''t keep your hand!"


    "Make him confess his crimes in Jiuyou yellow spring..."


    The third character in the nine riding immortals had not finished his words, and his bloodthirsty but cruel expression solidified directly.


    Because.


    An iron sword suddenly appeared in front of him.


    The iron sword was everywhere, and the cold light flashed on it.


    There was a slight brush.


    The Quartet iron sword wielded by song Qingshu directly passed through the bondage of the void, faster than one of the aurora, and passed through the light curtain formed by the energy of many avenues in an instant.


    The roar broke through all obstacles and fell on the body of No. 3 of Dengxian Jiuqi like an unstoppable storm.


    The third figure moved his mind and wanted to use a secret method to open the Quartet iron sword in Song Qing''s calligraphy.


    However, on the four iron swords of song Qingshu, a towering killing intention suddenly appeared.


    The killing intention rushed into the mind of the No. 3 character, confused his divine consciousness, cracked his Yuanshen villain, made him unable to move for a time, and had to wait for death


    "Poof!"


    Song Qing Shudao stabbed with a sword. The sword meaning is boundless. A sword runs through his brain!


    After a muffled sound came, a black and square iron sword pierced into the forehead of Figure 3 and pierced out of the back of his head.


    Its fresh blood drips on the ground, and the four iron swords of song Qingshu are also stained with white brains, which looks particularly bloody and quite shocking.


    None of the people present thought of it.


    When it seemed that he was in a desperate situation, Song Qing''s calligraphy body not only did not fear and panic, but still stabbed such a peerless and sharp attack!


    There are no rules of the road flowing on this sword, so this sword is not a wonderful magic, but a very common sword style.


    The sword is sharp, simple and direct. It comes and goes unparalleled.


    It is fast and can be comparable to electricity, breaking all kinds of methods.


    After stabbing a simple, decisive and terrible sword, at this moment.


    The Taoist body of song Qingshu is as terrible as Shura.


    The diffuse head ink is scattered from the shoulders, and the body is slender and strong, and the skin is full of endless power.


    His eyes were colder than electricity. After killing the third person, song Qingshu''s killing intention in the pupil of his eye was nothing but terrible.


    "Stop! Let him go now. Don''t kill his God. I''ll turn around and go right away. I won''t bother you again! "


    The No. 2 figure in the nine riding immortals saw that the iron sword of Song Qing''s calligraphy body penetrated the third man''s head. When he was angry, he hurried to beg for mercy.


    "If you turned and left at the beginning, wouldn''t there be so many things?"


    Song Qingshu''s Taoist voice is hoarse, like a ghost whispering in the depths of the underworld.


    "I know I''m wrong! Please let him go! "


    The second character looked at Song Qingshu''s sword on the third head, and then clenched his teeth and said to song Qingshu.


    The third is a top expert with great strength in climbing immortal nine horses. He has excellent understanding.


    Tianwei devil once said it to his face and other cavalry.


    If you give old three more time, he will even surpass himself.


    Then he became an incomparably powerful monk, and then he ascended to the immortal all the way!


    "In my life, the people I despise most are those who are wise after the event. If I had known this, why did you have to start?"


    "Now, it''s too late to say anything!"


    "Ka!"


    With Song Qing''s calligraphy, his words fell behind.


    He took the black iron sword of the four sides to Tianyu, directly lifted the skull of the third person with great potential in the nine horses of immortality, and the blood rushed up very high.


    "Ah!"


    After a scream, the third of the nine riders was extremely unwilling, and his eyes were lax. Then he fell to the sky in a pool of blood and died.


    The old three fell into a pool of blood, and the red blood flowed out and merged into the blood of the other two who were killed by song qingshudao at the beginning, which could not be analyzed.


    Under Song Qing''s calligraphy, he waved the sword.


    Everyone present was shocked and couldn''t believe their eyes.


    What a powerful existence is the third of the nine immortals. He has a very high understanding and can even defeat the existence of the nine peak realm of God.


    But it was such an existence that he died directly. The yuan God was broken, and his flesh was almost turned into ashes, and his head was different.


    What''s more rare is.


    Song Qing''s calligrapher was in the midst of the siege of five people.


    Not only did he not shrink back, but he seized the only opportunity to nail a god rider with another sword. In this way, he can be called a peerless surprise!


    "Get out of the way! I''m going to eat the man in black alive! Cut off his head to be a night pot! "


    The No. 2 figure in the nine riding immortals glanced at the dead third man, and then whispered to song Qingshu.


    In the fury, the No. 2 figure with extraordinary strength is even more terrible.


    Now he wants to do it himself. The Tongtian war spear shakes in the sky, flashing a cold metallic luster, and finally falls towards song Qingshu, as if to make a new beginning.


    "Want to kill me? You deserve it! "


    "The word is determined! Clock! "


    In the face of the angry shot of number two.


    Song Qing Shudao smiled coldly, and then opened his lips again in the depths of his mind.


    A buzzing thrill.


    A large clock carved in gold and jade appeared beside the body of Song Qing calligraphy.


    "Under the bell wave, all living beings are equal. Its potential is infinite and the law is limitless! Where they pass, withered grass does not grow, and they kill all things. "


    Stop talking.


    Song Qingshu raised his hand and patted the big clock, which made it vibrate with infinite killing intention and waves one after another.


    Buzz!


    The whole sky was rocked by the waves of the big clock.


    The waves, like an all pervasive wind, spread through the sky and then fell heavily on the No. 2 figure.


    Poof!


    The second character''s spear was broken, his body''s armour and stomach were directly powdered and no longer existed, and the white dragon horn under his crotch was blown into ashes.


    "It seems that you are dying!"


    Song Qing Shudao took a bloody iron sword, with a sneer, stepped on the void and stepped on the No. 2 figure. It was extremely cold.


    The situation has changed so fast that people can''t react.


    The No. 2 figure, who used to be powerful and majestic, is now directly cut off his gun and fell into a state of death. Life and death are completely in the mind of Song Qing''s calligraphy.