"Qiang!"


    Song Qingshu stood in the void holding the dragon sword, then strode forward and walked freely through the perfect array pattern of the pseudo emperor level,


    "Buzz!"


    He seems to be swinging a mountain to the sky. When the Dragon holy sword rises, the sky will collapse.


    The dragon sword cut out, smashed the sky directly, smashed the sky, and was extremely powerful.


    "Dang!"


    A metal explosion came from the sky. Song Qingshu burst out his sword and chopped it heavily on the sky, just like an axe opening the sky.


    Nangong saint has been wounded in the Dharma array. This is the end of the crossbow.


    Under the strong hand of song Qingshu, the Nangong Saint drank fiercely, and then rushed to meet him with the rotten cork in her hand.


    A terrible Golden Dragon shadow broke out on the dragon sword, but the chaotic light flickered on the rotten cork.


    The two hit each other and made a deafening sound in the sky again, which was several times more dull than the winter thunder earthquake, which was very terrible.


    "Dong!"


    Nangong saint was defeated. She flew backwards like a broken string kite, hit the ground heavily, hit a deep pit, and spit blood in the pit.


    "It seems that you have finished, Nangong saint. Let me end your lamentable life."


    "Brush!"


    Song Qingshu came step by step, raised his sword and split down again in the void. The sword of the dragon sword was almost connected with the thick dark clouds in the sky.


    At this time, a sword was raised, which was as thick as a mountain and terrible!


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


    Nangong Saint gave a sharp roar. She knew her state. At this time, she was definitely not suitable for war and could only beg for mercy.


    "Give me a reason not to kill you."


    Song Qingshu held his sword, raised a joking smile at the corners of his mouth, looked at the Nangong Saint kneeling on the ground, opened his lips and said.


    "Song Daoyou, you guessed right. When I was in Yunbo Xianlin, I offered you wine. I am the Nangong Saint..."


    The saint of Nangong broke the breath of the avenue around her face, revealing her worldly face. Although it was only for a moment, it was like a white horse crossing the gap.


    But even song Qingshu had to sincerely sigh for her beauty.


    "Oh, it''s you."


    Song Qingshu grinned and looked a lot kinder.


    Seeing song Qingshu smiling, Nangong Saint seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and hurriedly said:


    "Exactly... Song Daoyou, you can let me go now..."


    Before Nangong Saint finished speaking, song Qingshu interrupted her and scolded:


    "What if it''s you? Now, I don''t even know whether you are true or false! "


    "Ten thousand steps back, I don''t care who you are. If you dare to kill me and win the treasure, you must be ready to die!"


    Song Qingshu scolded and refused to give Nangong Saint another chance to speak, otherwise.


    If the Nangong Saint proves her identity and song Qingshu kills again, there will be a lot of trouble in the future.


    "Qiang"!


    "Qiang"!


    The Dragon Sword held by song Qingshu is heavier than the Shenfeng mountain. Each sword will cut the Nangong saint and spit blood.


    "Song Daoyou..."


    "No!"


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


    Song Qingshu was very ruthless and decisive.


    Nangong Saint thought.


    If it hadn''t been for the chaotic smell of the rotten cork in her hand and the purple gold gourd she was carrying, she would have been killed at the critical moment.


    "These beloved children of heaven and earth, the sons of all walks of life have their own great opportunities."


    "If the Nangong Saint had not been badly hurt by the killing array, it would have taken a lot of trouble to kill her."


    Song Qingshu, who waved his sword, frowned slightly. Even he felt a little thorny in the face of the horror of rotten corks and purple gold gourds.


    "All this should be over, Nangong saint. It''s also fate to meet. Now, it''s my turn to take you on the road!"


    Finally, song Qingshu swept out with a sword, and the green tendons on his arm bulged like a coiled dragon. The strength was so great that it was frightening.


    When song Qingshu moved the dragon sword, the sword body was bent directly, as if it was about to break.


    "No!"


    Nangong Saint shouted miserably, but it didn''t help. She could only watch song Qingshu''s dragon sword come.


    "Poof!"


    Song Qingshu slashed out with a sword, bringing out a hundred Zhang sword. With a sword, he directly cut off the head of Nangong saint, and the blood rushed more than three meters high.


    He died in a strange place and was very sad.


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


    A yuan God came out of the head of Nangong saint and wanted to escape.


    Song Qingshu waved another dragon sword and immediately split the yuan God who wanted to escape into two!


    "Ah..."


    The goddess of Nangong was damaged, and she gave out a very unhappy and shrill roar:


    "Song Qingshu! I will kill you. Even if you kill me here, you will never live... "


    "Long winded, die for me!"


    "Poof!"


    Song Qingshu gave a banter and abuse, then raised his sword again and chopped it down. The yuan God immediately collapsed, killing all the forms and gods of a generation of saints, and turning the flesh yuan God into ash.


    Song Qingshu kills decisively. He doesn''t want to give Nangong Saint a chance to shout out and prevent her from committing suicide.


    "Your death is only in vain. What kind of saint is now just a passer-by!"


    Song Qingshu stood with a bloody dragon sword. The blade of the sword was inserted into the ground. He was not angry or happy. He was silent like a god of war without emotional fluctuation.


    But powerful


    ……


    The dragon sword in Song Qingshu''s hand only waved a few records, so he cut the Nangong saint to death.


    His head and divine consciousness became ashes, and the whole man finally left a headless body spewing blood at his neck.


    A generation of saints ended their lives. Originally, the Nangong saint was likely to become the supreme Saint King of the true God level.


    But today she has come to the end of the road of practice and become the dust of history, but how long will she be forgotten.


    Predictably.


    Soon after that, the whole second God pass will fall into a mess.


    After all, this is the first big world saint to be killed when song Qingshu came to the second God pass. With the background of Nangong saint, it will inevitably cause a big wave!


    At this point.


    Song Qingshu shook his head gently and didn''t want to think about anything more. It was good for his practice to become more and more lively all the way to the immortal.


    "Come!"


    Song Qingshu stretched out his right palm, which burst out a strong attraction, and received the rotten cork and purple gold gourd left by the saint of Nangong.


    "No matter what fortune you have, it''s not cheap for me in the end?"


    Song Qingshu looked at the half human gourd in his hand and smiled indifferently.