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But it was such a simple and powerful dragon's breath that was purified by Song Qingshu, so this scene was very strange and thought-provoking.

The dragon's breath was in vain, and was even directly purified by Song Qingshu.

Looking at this scene, Jin Long's eyes suddenly revealed extremely complicated emotions.

There is anger, there is incomprehension, and there is sorrow.

The dragon's body tightened suddenly, and this time it was no longer the distant and majestic dragon chant, but a violent and angry dragon roar.

After the sound of Long Xiao stopped slightly.

The golden dragon occupying the entire sky slightly looked down at Song Qingshu, and said incomprehensibly, "How did you do it?"

At this time Song Qingshu had climbed to the sky as high as Jinlong's head.

He was no longer looking up at the golden dragon, so Song Qingshu's face became less serious.

Song Qingshu smiled and looked straight at Jinlong's calm, golden lake-like eyes: "Because I'm strong enough."

Jin Long was silent when he heard the words, and after a slight silence, Jin Long roared again in front of Song Qingshu.

"Roar!"

The gigantic golden dragon opened its hundred-foot-wide mouth, and directly bit Song Qingshu.

At this time, Song Qingshu's bloody coat was fluttering in the wind.

His feet have left the ground, so he can't use the artistic conception of Kun that he is best at.

But Song Qingshu didn't show any fear or panic.

Because he still held a sword in his hand.

At this moment, the Zixue soft sword's blade had already been chopped off, and countless cracks appeared on the sword body.

The silk thread wrapped around the hilt has also become a little bald.

Therefore, the Zixue soft sword at this time looked very dilapidated and ugly.

But even so.

Song Qingshu was never afraid or flustered, because he was putting all his energy on this broken sword.

Infinite rays of light and flames spit out from the mouth of a dragon with a blood basin of hundreds of feet wide.

Light and flames instantly enveloped Song Qingshu's whole body, surrounding him tightly.

So Song Qingshu seemed to be standing in the fire at this time.

Song Qingshu's blood-colored robe was whistling by the wind, reflecting the infinite light in the dragon's mouth.

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

The countless lights and fires, frozen by Song Qingshu's eyes, were shattered into countless fine pieces of gold by the cold wind, scattered in the sky.

"Battle to Heaven, Master Li, how many years ago did this level of battle take place in this world?"

Tang Xun collapsed on the ground, looked up at the mythical decisive battle in the sky, and said to Li Zhan, who was lying aside, with a wry smile.

Li Zhan also looked up at the sky, pondered for a long time and said:

"I'm afraid it should have been hundreds of years ago."

"At that time, the rules of the Dao in this world had not been disordered, and Nascent Soul powerhouses emerged one after another..."

"The world today is too weak."

Tang Xun nodded and smiled helplessly.

Previously, as a member of this world, he wanted to win some glory for this world, but unfortunately he was too weak.

"How long will it be?"

Looking at Longzui who was about to fall to Song Qingshu's side, Li Zhan asked Tang Xun.

Tang Xun pondered for a while:

"This must be a tough battle!"

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

"Look at that dragon is so big, and Daoyou Song's sword is so short, even if you cut it inch by inch, how long will it take?"

Li Zhan nodded upon hearing this, and he also believed that Song Qingshu's battle would be a hard one.

However, what the two of them never expected was that this battle was completely different from what they had imagined.

This battle started with Long Xiao, started very quickly, and ended with Song Qingshu's sword, and ended very quickly, very simply.

The blood-colored robe fluttered in the wind, and Song Qingshu's figure kept swaying in the wind.

Standing on the blue sky, he looked at the golden dragon coming towards him.

After jokingly laughing, Song Qingshu casually waved the somewhat worn-out purple blood soft sword in his hand.

boom!

There was a roar of the air being cut by the sword energy from above the sky.

The purple blood soft sword less than one foot long cut out hundreds of feet of sword energy.

The visible white sword energy slashed at the golden dragon with a vague and invisible murderous aura.

Whoa!

The golden dragon flew sideways in the air, and the sword energy chopped off the scales of the golden dragon's half body, and there was a metallic roar.

Countless sparks bloomed on the golden dragon's scales, like fireworks blooming in the sky.

Then Song Qingshu's sword qi slashed at Jinlong's right paw, cutting it off.

puff!

Following Jinlong's right paw was chopped off by Song Qingshu.

Countless golden blood sprayed out from the golden dragon's right claw like a waterfall.

The golden dragon howled furiously, rolling its body in the air.

Song Qingshu went up against the wind, went straight to the brightest place, and stood on top of the golden dragon that kept turning over.

The golden dragon roared angrily, its tail flicked desperately in the wind, and thunder was scattered for a while.

No matter how the golden dragon rolled, Song Qingshu still stood on top of its head, the blood-colored robe fluttering in the high-altitude wind.

The golden dragon roared and turned back to bite. Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, and he dropped his sword sharply at the golden dragon's neck.

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

But between swinging the sword, the purple blood soft sword was attached with a killing intent that was hundreds of feet long.

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

The golden dragon screamed and roared in the wind, struggling desperately.

Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword swam between the dragon's neck, and pieces of dragon scales were peeled off by it.

The golden dragon was suffering more and more, so it struggled more and more intensely.

It flies and rolls rapidly in the sky, with clouds around its body and electricity from the clouds, but no matter how hard it struggles, it can't break free from Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

"Go to hell!"

Song Qingshu let out a roar, the veins on his right arm popped, and then the Zixue soft sword circled the dragon's neck for a circle.

As a result, the golden dragon's body and head were separated immediately, and golden blood drifted down in the wind.

After screaming, the golden dragon collapsed like a river of golden sand, and was blown by the strong wind in the sky, without dispersing for a long time.

Song Qingshu's bloody clothes fluttered in the golden sand river, like a lingering glow, like Shura.

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The golden sand scattered in the sky kept dancing and trembling with the wind, like a golden cloud in the sky.

No matter how Song Qingshu swung his sword, the golden cloud and fog still remained undispelled.

"Humph!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, then waved the cuffs in his hands directly, and the blood-colored robe flew up in the wind.

There was a bang.

Song Qingshu's left sleeve directly swung the body of the golden dragon into the clouds and mist of the higher sky.

The Jinlong's body was already disintegrating and disintegrating golden sand, dancing wildly in the night and then exploding continuously.

"too weak."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden dragon that had turned into a cloud, shook his head, and opened his lips jokingly.

Song Qingshu was standing far away from the human world at this time, so no one had heard his mocking words.

If someone could hear Song Qingshu's words at this time, they would definitely be horrified by his words now.

The golden dragon represents the strongest power that this world can bear, even surpassing Moxiejia.

However, it is such an existence.

But he was still cut by Song Qingshu with a sword.

Such a picture is scary enough.

But Song Qingshu still felt that the golden dragon was too weak.

This can only show that today's Song Qingshu is really perverted enough.

Ascending to the sky and slaying the dragon, the dragon's head turned into a cloud, and the dragon's body became golden sand scattered across the sky.

Song Qingshu looked around, feeling that he was invincible, and suddenly felt a little boring.

"Lonely on the top of the sky, there is no one enemy."

"Lonely, is that so?"