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With a few muffled sounds came.

There were only a little more than half of the 48 riders who could still stand on the horse.

Before the weapon is connected to the edge, the enemy has already retreated thousands of miles.

Song Qingshu's current state is already unpredictable.

Before Xiongcheng, the countless monks who were not optimistic about Song Qingshu completely silenced their voices, and did not dare to comment on Song Qingshu.

As a result, this piece of world, which was originally noisy and difficult to be quiet, also became quiet, and it was no longer noisy as before.

"Oh shit!"

"Do you dare to declare war on me?"

"I don't care who you are, in short, you must die here for me today! Fuck me!"

Shen Tiejiu shook his head, forcibly dispelled the confusion in his mind with his supreme cultivation, and gained a trace of clarity.

Then Shen Tiejiu looked back at his 48 riders who had suffered a heavy loss, and roared furiously.

Listening to Shen Tiejiu's order, a fourth-level powerhouse who was riding a green bull agreed: "Everyone, follow me to kill and tear this rude man into pieces!"

"Let him know that we are forty..."

Before the fourth-level powerhouse of Huashen could finish shouting the words of mobilization, the god of death had arrived.

"To shut up!"

Song Qingshu's body was flowing with the rules of the road, and his blood was surging.

In an instant, Song Qingshu cracked the extremely solid ground under his feet, flew up, and his figure turned into a ghostly afterimage, and came to the strong man in a flash.

With a loud bang, the air in the air was shattered.

Song Qingshu's punch that carried the thunder of the heavenly tribulation came over.

After another muffled sound, the strong man's head was directly shattered, the holy blood splashed, the white bones shot out, and the blood mist rose into the sky.

At this moment, the fist with the thunder of heaven and tribulation became the only one in the world.

With just one punch, Song Qingshu smashed the strong man who spoke first, and the blood mist dispersed.

Make this person's head smashed, and his body and soul annihilated.

"Roar!"

The green bull under the crotch of the fourth-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm roared furiously, and the horns on the bull's head shone with a thousand zhangs of light.

"Loyal to protect the lord? You also have to see how much you can have!"

Before the horns on Qingniu's head came to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu had already struck fiercely, smashing the two horns on Qing Niu Niu's top with an incomparably cruel punch.

"Roar!"

Qingniu screamed miserably.

"Die."

Song Qingshu shot again, his fist almost became an afterimage, and the head of Qingniu was also smashed into pieces with one punch, and his soul was wiped out.

The fourth-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm hadn't even provoked Song Qingshu, he had only spoken out to mobilize him.

However, what he was waiting for was Song Qingshu's resolute punch, and the soul and head were smashed into pieces together, and he couldn't believe it until he died.

The sense of terror between life and death accompanied the end of his life.

In the last moment of life.

This God Transformation powerhouse is so remorseful, it's a pity that time can't be restarted, otherwise he would never have even the slightest relationship with Song Qingshu, a Shura.

"I want to kill this person, others, shall I give you a chance?"

After Lei Ting shot, Song Qingshu pointed at Shen Tiejiu who was frowning, and said with a sneer.

"you!"

Shen Tiejiu looked at Song Qingshu's fingers hanging in front of his eyes, and roared angrily.

Shen Tiejiu did humiliate Song Qingshu a little bit earlier, but that was just to suppress Song Qingshu's arrogance.

But he didn't think so.

Song Qingshu actually chose to humiliate himself in this way, pointing at himself and saying that he would kill himself.

This kind of insult made Shen Tiejiu, who had always been extremely insolent, at a loss for words, and he didn't know what words to use to sarcastically come back.

"Really not to kill?"

After a little silence, someone among the 48 riders in front of Song Qingshu spoke first, his voice was weak and silent.

Song Qingshu looked indifferent, with his hands behind his back:

"do not kill."

Shen Tiejiu was the one who led the charge towards him, and the 48 cavalry behind him were only following orders. Song Qingshu was not willing to kill innocent people.

And at this moment, Song Qingshu really wanted Shen Tiejiu to know what it means to betray relatives.

Chapter 535 Persecution

Following Song Qingshu's words.

For a while, dozens of cavalrymen following Shen Tiejiu couldn't help but looked at each other.

They are all supreme masters of the younger generation. They followed Shen Tiejiu, a well-known expert on the road to immortality, and came here because they were worried about being weak.

But before stepping into the first gate, Song Qingshu, the god of killing, stood here.

Moreover, according to what Shen Tiejiu meant, he actually wanted to send himself to die for no reason.

No one would be willing to let such a senseless sacrifice happen to him.

"Hmph! Cowards who want to leave should leave quickly. People with weak resolve like you are not worthy of fighting with me in all directions!"

"get out!"

Shen Tiejiu lifted the horse's head, and without even turning his head, he turned his back and yelled loudly at the strong riders behind him.

It seems that he also knows that when facing Song Qingshu, even he can't help but tremble, let alone those behind him who are not as good as his in the transformation of the gods.

"Since Mr. Shen is so magnanimous, I will take my leave first!"

"If Mr. Shen is useful to me in the future, please let me know!"

Hearing Shen Tiejiu's words, a powerhouse at the first level of the God Transformation Realm breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, the strong man in the God Transformation Realm clasped his fists at Shen Tiejiu, and urged the bone sheep beast under him to fly towards the position opposite to the first gate.

The Bone Sheep Alien Beast has reached the seventh level of the Nascent Soul, and it is stronger than the original master of the Moxiejia sect by unknown multiples.

Now this bone sheep beast is fully mobilizing its cultivation, and its speed is faster and more violent than Aurora Cangxia.

however.

Just when this powerful man who transformed himself into a god was about to dissipate into the sky.

Boom.

The strong man in the Transformation God Realm shattered into the sky, turned into a puddle of blood foam, and scattered in the sky.

"Hmph! A guy who has no courage deserves his death."

Shen Tiejiu looked at the pool of blood foam in the sky, snorted coldly, and said in a sneering voice.

Seeing their companions die in the sky, all the 49 riders who had thought of retreating were stunned for a while, looking at each other, not knowing what happened.

"Why?"

Song Qingshu looked at the puddle of blood falling from the sky into the world, his eyes were full of indifference.

After a moment of silence.

Song Qingshu just let out a long sigh and said softly.

call out!

Just when Song Qingshu sighed and spoke.

Above Zhitianyu, Youdao's bloody wings stabbed towards Song Qingshu like a thunderbolt aurora.

The power above the wings is so strong that it only makes this incomparably solid world tremble slightly.

"Bing word decision, sword!"

With Song Qingshu's wings, the look in his eyes was calm, and the corners of his mouth were indifferent, and he spoke softly.

Following Song Qingshu's words, an extremely profound aura of the Great Dao quietly emerged from his mouth.

A weed broke through the ground under the gate of the First God Gate, like an extremely sharp fairy sword, piercing towards the wing.

Boom.

The wild grass broke, and the infinite sword intent on it shattered together.

And the white wings that made the void tremble turned into ashes, and exploded in the wind.

"As expected of the strong man who stopped Shen Tiejiu, he really has some skills."

Just when Song Qingshu wanted to launch a scan to see who shot him.

A handsome looking scribe came from the void holding a white feather fan head tied with a rayon scarf.

The avenue pattern emerged under his feet, shattering the void with one step, and walking through the void.

Song Qingshu looked at this handsome scribe with an indifferent expression:

"That person counted me letting him go, what right do you have to kill him?"

The Qingxiu scribe was stunned when he heard the words, and then burst out laughing, with unconcealable contempt in his voice: "There are many bones on the road to immortality, as the saying goes, I am invincible. On this road, what else can I do besides move forward? Life and death are up to you!"

"But you misunderstood me just now. It is true that I shot you, but killing that monk is none of my business."