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Song Qingshu looked at some cracks on the formation, frowned slightly, then raised his palm and lowered it again.

clang!

The sound continued continuously.

A sound, a thunder.

A thunder, a mouthful of blood.

The face of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect in the protective formation became as pale as snow.

He changed from standing proudly just now to sitting cross-legged now.

With the help of the vitality conveyed by hundreds of Jindan disciples behind him, he struggled to support the continuation of the guardian array.

"what!"

Song Qingshu snorted angrily, and then slapped nine palms in an instant.

Then there were nine muffled thunder sounds in the world.

This is the end.

The crack on the protective formation finally widened a little, barely enough for one person to enter.

Song Qingshu stood proudly in the wind, his bloody clothes fluttering.

"The power of the world can't break through this formation, what do you think now?"

Song Qingshu was condescending.

Looking at the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect standing in the protective formation like a god, he spoke indifferently.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect stood up with difficulty, raised his head to look at Song Qingshu in the air, frowned and said, "Song Qingshu, it's possible that you are really so proud."

"It's just broken the formation a little bit, do you really feel that the formation has been broken?"

Song Qingshu didn't understand what he meant, and frowned.

Sure enough, after the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect finished speaking.

Countless crows appeared on the protective array.

The crows in the sky were like a black mist brushing past Song Qingshu's side, filling the broken formation in front of Song Qingshu.

So the crack that Song Qingshu had just broken with a lot of effort was filled again in the black smoke.

Song Qingshu didn't like it when he saw the intact protective array.

Song Qingshu stood very high in the sky.

The wind here is noisy and disturbing, and from time to time there is a gust of wind blowing over Song Qingshu's clothes.

His bloody clothes fluttered up, and his long black hair was blown into an invisible mess.

Song Qingshu didn't like it, so he felt sullen.

So he took a breath.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up beside Song Qingshu, blowing his bloody clothes to the ground.

Standing in the world and watching.

At this time, Song Qingshu was like a bright red glow above the sky.

This tone.

Song Qingshu inhaled for a long time, so the golden core in his belly rose and fell together with his chest and abdomen.

Song Qingshu seemed to have sucked the vitality of the whole world into his body.

Song Qingshu once again raised his delicate right hand which was suitable for holding a sword.

At this time, his right hand spread out in the strong wind, and then fell heavily.

His hand fell on the magic circle.

A humming sound resounded through the world like a thunderstorm.

Chapter 384

Song Qingshu's attack this time.

No matter in anyone's opinion.

Those are extremely simple existences.

He really just raised his palm very simply, and then dropped it heavily.

It's like a naughty child in the village waving his palm and hitting people at will.

The movements are far from beautiful, unrestrained, and even clumsy and funny.

In the palm of his hand, there is only the stinging and chasing morning wind.

Besides.

There is nothing in Song Qingshu's palm.

There has never been a river of stars and dust, and there has never been a green sea and barren mountains.

Some are just a palm, an extremely simple palm.

Because there is only one palm, it is the best palm.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

But it's not that Song Qingshu deliberately let his palms clarify his intentions in order to break the formation.

In fact, Song Qingshu also wanted to include some artistic conception of barren mountains and blue sea in his palm.

I also want to make the palm more beautiful and sharp when I wave my palm.

But he really can't do it.

Because his simple palm is really too strong.

He never deliberately went back to the basics and simplified them.

He just slammed his palm.

So the palm is full of natural wind and lingering artistic conception.

Other than that, there was nothing else in Song Qingshu's palm.

hum!

A thunderous thunderous sound exploded in the ears of Tianji and Song Qingshu.

The pattern of the Protecting Sect's formation shattered into countless fragments scattered into the heaven and earth.

A hurricane blows from above the sky.

As a result, the countless fragments that should have been scattered into the depths of the cloud layer began to dance and take off noisily.

Just when countless pattern fragments flooded into the depths of the clouds.

The sound waves generated by the collision between Song Qingshu's right palm and the guardian array just now vibrated to the human world under Song Qingshu.

Patriarch Pengshan snorted, and forcibly resisted the aftermath with his incomparably profound cultivation.

But after the aftermath, the Patriarch Pengshan backed up a few steps with a pale face, and almost fell down first.

The ancestor of Pengshan is still like this.

Not to mention the hundreds of weak Jindan monks behind the ancestor Pengshan.

With the sound of aftermath came.

Those hundreds of Golden Core cultivators collapsed directly to the ground.

What's more, he fell to the ground in a coma, foaming at the mouth and convulsing continuously.

The berserk sound waves scattered the floating clouds on the dome and spread far away.It even spread to places thousands of miles away.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect is directly below the guardian formation.

Although that burst of violent sound waves was covered up by the guardian array.

But the person who controls the formation is the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect. He and the formation are in the same mind just now, and they depend on each other for life and death.

In other words.

The Sixth Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was the most sensitive person to Song Qingshu's act of breaking the sect.

The guardian array was broken, and the dots of light above the sky re-entered the Black Feather Evil Sect.

It hit the face of the Sixth Elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and sprinkled on his side.

In a quite holy beam of light.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect raised his head, looked at Song Qingshu who was floating above his head, and said, "This shouldn't be right."

"What Master Mo Xiejia said is different. There is no power in the world that can break through this formation."

"It doesn't make sense at all."

Song Qingshu was very close to the sound waves just now.

So he also received the extremely exaggerated impact of the sound waves.

So his face turned slightly pale.

But he still stands in the breeze and brilliance.

The wind blew his robe like a bright red glow in the sky.

The beam of light embellished his figure into a holy god descending from the sky.

But this Canxia was extremely cold, because Song Qingshu's face was as indifferent as ice.

This god is extremely cold, because there is no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, only the pleasure of killing.

Song Qingshu shattered a large array of guardians with his palm, but he was still not satisfied.