Chapter 417

The strength of the golden dragon was suppressed by the world law established by song Qingshu.

Therefore, even if its noumenon is strong, it is impossible to break through the six realm of Yuanying.

However, song Qingshu had already beheaded moxie Jia, who was also the six levels of Yuanying.

Therefore, song Qingshu is extremely confident that he can cut the golden dragon under the sword.

At this time, the film before Song Qing's writing is the Kunyi breath compressed to the extreme.

All Jin Hui and Long Xi attacking song Qingshu constitute the most subtle particles of the world's origin with this invisible power of Kun.

Finally, melting in this world, it has been purified into dust and bubbles flying all over the sky.

The picture of this scene looks very simple, so it looks very strange.

Long Xi is clear and pure enough.

There should be nothing more clear and pure than it in this world.

However, the simple and powerful dragon breath was purified by song Qingshu, so this scene is very strange.

Longxi was futile and even purified directly by song Qingshu.

Looking at this scene, Jinlong's eyes showed a very complex emotion.

There is anger, confusion and sadness.

The dragon's body suddenly tightened. This time, it no longer sent out a distant and dignified dragon chant in its mouth, but a violent and angry dragon roar.

After the dragon's howling stopped slightly.

The Golden Dragon occupying the whole sky slightly looked down at Song Qingshu and said incomprehensibly:

"How did you do it?"

At this time, song Qingshu had climbed to a height as high as Jinlong's head.

He no longer looked up at Jinlong, so song Qingshu's face became no longer serious.

Song Qing smiled and looked straight into Jinlong's eyes like a calm Golden Lake:

"Because I'm strong enough."

Jinlong heard the silence. After a slight silence, Jinlong roared again in front of Song Qing's writing.

"Roar!"

The huge golden dragon opened its mouth 100 feet wide and directly bit song Qingshu.

At this time, song Qingshu's blood clothes kept floating in the wind.

His feet left the earth, so he couldn't use his best artistic conception of Kun.

But song Qingshu did not have a trace of fear and panic.

Because he still has a sword in his hand.

At this time, the blade of purple blood soft sword has been rolled, and countless cracks have been revealed on the sword body.

The silk thread wound around the hilt of the sword has also been bald.

So the purple blood soft sword looked very shabby and ugly.

But even so.

Song Qingshu did not fear and panic, because he placed all his energy and spirit on this broken sword.

A hundred feet wide blood basin spits out infinite light and flame from the mouth of the dragon.

The light and flame instantly wrapped song Qingshu's whole body and surrounded him tightly.

Therefore, song Qingshu was like standing in the fire at this time.

Song Qingshu's bloody robe was roared by the wind, reflecting the infinite light in the dragon's mouth.

Song Qingshu's eyes were slightly cold, so the hot light and flame were also cold.

Countless lights and fires, frozen by the eyes of song Qingshu, were broken into countless pieces of gold and scattered in the sky by the cold wind.

"The battle to heaven, old villa leader Li, how many years ago did this level of battle take place in the world?"

Tang Xun collapsed on the ground, looked up at the mythical showdown in the sky, and said to Li Zhan with a bitter smile.

Li Zhan also looked up at the sky and said after thinking for a long time:

"I'm afraid it was hundreds of years ago."

"At that time, the rules of the world's main road were not disordered, and the strong Yuanying emerged one after another..."

"Now the world is too weak."

Tang Xun nodded and smiled helplessly.

Previously, as a member of the world, he wanted to fight for glory for the world. Unfortunately, he was too weak.

"How long will it last?"

Looking at the dragon's mouth about to overthrow song Qingshu, Li Zhan asked Tang Xun.

Tang Xun pondered:

"This must be a hard battle!"

"Not to mention ten days and a half months, it will take at least three days and three nights to solve it."

"You see, the dragon is so big and song Daoyou's sword is so short. Even if you cut it inch by inch, how long will it take?"

Li Zhan nodded when he heard the speech. He also thought that song Qingshu's battle would be a hard battle.

However, what they didn't think of was that the battle was completely different from what they imagined.

The battle began with Long Xiao and began quickly. Finally, song Qingshu's sword edge ended quickly. It was very simple.

Blood colored robes fluttered in the wind, and the body shape of song Qingshu kept waving in the wind.

He stood on the blue sky and looked at the oncoming Golden Dragon.

After joking and laughing, song Qingshu freely waved the old purple blood soft sword in his hand.

Boom!

There was a roar from the sky that the air was cut off by the sword.

The purple blood soft sword less than one Zhang long cut out hundreds of Zhang high sword Qi.

The visible white sword Qi, with a vague and invisible murderous Qi, cut off the Golden Dragon.

WOW!

The Golden Dragon flew sideways in the air. The sword Qi cut off the scales of the Golden Dragon's half body, and there was a loud sound of metal.

Countless sparks bloom on the scales of the golden dragon, just like fireworks in the sky.

Then song Qingshu's sword Qi cut into the Golden Dragon's right claw and cut it off.

Poof!

With the Golden Dragon's right claw cut off by song Qingshu.

Countless golden blood gushed out of the Golden Dragon's right claw like a waterfall.

The Golden Dragon roared angrily and rolled in the air.

Song Qingshu went up against the wind, went straight to the most prosperous place of light, and stood on top of the Golden Dragon.

The Golden Dragon roared angrily, and its tail shook desperately in the wind. For a moment, the clouds dispersed and thunder roared.

No matter how the Golden Dragon rolls, song Qingshu still stands on its head, and the blood robe is hunting in the high wind.

After the Golden Dragon roared, he looked back and bit. Song Qingshu's face was indifferent and fell his sword at the Golden Dragon's neck.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand is not long, only half a Zhang long.

But between waving the sword, the purple blood soft sword attached a hundred feet long killing intention.

So when the sword pierced into the neck of the golden dragon, it was extremely deep for a moment.

The Golden Dragon screamed and roared in the wind, struggling desperately.

The purple blood soft sword of song Qingshu swam around the dragon's neck, and pieces of dragon scales were peeled off.

The golden dragon became more and more painful, so its struggle became more and more intense.

It flies and rolls rapidly in the high altitude. It is surrounded by clouds and electricity is generated from the clouds. However, no matter how it struggles, it can't get rid of the purple blood soft sword of song Qingshu.

"Die!"

Song Qingshu roared, the veins on his right arm burst, and then the purple blood soft sword circled the dragon's neck for a week.

So the Golden Dragon's body was immediately separated, and golden blood fell in the wind.

After the scream, the Golden Dragon collapsed like a golden sand river. It was constantly blown by the vigorous wind in the sky and never dispersed for a long time.

Song Qingshu is floating in the golden sand river, like residual Xia, like Shura.