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As the dense blood mist dissipated, Xuan Qing's whole body was completely torn apart and collapsed in the restaurant.

"Killed! Killed! Quickly notify the soldiers in the city and kill this son!"

Xiaye watched Xuanqing's body crumble, and there was no regret in his eyes for the death of an old friend.

On the contrary, she was extraordinarily excited, and finally caught Song Qingshu's murder. She could use this as a threat to take Song Qingshu down in one fell swoop and kill him on the spot!

Someone died in Feitian Restaurant, so the atmosphere in the restaurant couldn't be as calm as before, but became uncontrollably noisy.

"Go and tell the soldiers, there must be a good show here!"

"Walk around, no matter which faction of the two factions is punished by the soldiers, it will only benefit us."

Song Qingshu listened to the noisy discussions behind him, glanced behind him indifferently, and then looked around: "Whoever steps out of the restaurant! Kill without mercy!"

Say it.

Song Qingshu casually made a seal, sealing all the passages in the restaurant, making the restaurant a completely enclosed space.

"Hmph! You think a small seal can stop me from waiting, Song Qingshu, you really underestimate us!"

While talking, Qingxue sacrificed a space magic talisman and burned the magic talisman, trying to use it to tear up the void for herself and go out to meet the soldiers.

However, even though Qingxue's magic talisman was burned out, the space around her was still as tough as iron, not wavering even for a moment.

Seeing this, Qingxue frowned in incomparable confusion, not knowing exactly what happened.

"Don't waste your efforts, this fellow Taoist has already set up an immortal formation in our Flying Restaurant, and the space spells have long since failed."

At first Song Qingshu thought that the man in Huayi was a great threat, smiled slightly, shook his feather fan, and spoke to Qingxue and the others.

The monk with messy hair stood up straight and looked at Song Qingshu:

"Amitabha, benefactor, this is your business. I don't ask too much, but what is your intention to block the entire restaurant?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and said to the other strong men in Feitian Restaurant: "You don't need to panic. I, Song Qingshu, only kill people who deserve to be killed. I will definitely not offend you. Please sit still."

Say it.

Song Qingshu turned his head away, looking coldly at the meditation monks and others:

"I didn't kill you that day, I only killed your mount, which is enough to give you face. Since you are so stubborn, then I will kill you!"

The meditation monk frowned, and said viciously:

"So, Daoyou Song is going to fight me to the death?"

"Do you really think I'm just these seven or eight people!"

Song Qingshu has no fear:

"No matter how much garbage comes in, it's the same!"

Chapter 609

In the confrontation between Song Qingshu and Jingxin monk and others, the atmosphere in Feitian Restaurant suddenly became extremely chilling.

Everyone is in danger, there are nearly a hundred strong men in the restaurant, but at this time the restaurant is extremely quiet, silent and deadly.

Except for a few peerless masters who dared to drink to their heart's content.

Everyone else, including the owner of Feitian Restaurant, didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear that they would have something to do with these two groups of people in the next moment.

"Song Qingshu, I've actually been waiting for this day for a long time! Do you think I really only prepared seven or eight people to come here just to kill you?"

The meditation monk smashed the jade-carved table into powder with one palm, looked at Song Qingshu with beautiful eyes, and endless murderous intent was brewing in it.

"so what?"

Song Qingshu stood proudly, opened his lips indifferently, and didn't take the threat of the meditation monk seriously.

"Since you are so rampant, you really can't blame me for waiting more and bullying less!"

"Fellow daoists, come out."

Seeing Song Qingshu's indifferent face, Qingxue frowned, and then opened her lips quite coldly.

Qingxue's voice was not too loud, but it was extraordinarily crisp, spreading throughout the Feitian Restaurant.

heard.

In every corner of Feitian Restaurant, on every table, extremely powerful men stood up, and then their figures were like thunder, piercing through the void and arriving around Song Qingshu's body.

All of a sudden, there were shadows in the Feitian Restaurant, and a total of 18 people appeared around the meditation monk, all of them were extremely indifferent, with no expression on their faces, quietly looking at Song Qingshu like a Shura.

Sensing the arrival of these eighteen strong men, Song Qingshu opened his eyes that had just been lightened, as if two lightning bolts swept over these people.

Then Song Qingshu still ignored them, closed his eyes again, put his hands behind his back, proudly as if there was no one there.

"Hahaha, have you all seen it? It's just the scum of the third level of Yihuashen, but he is so arrogant and conceited. Do you really think that he is an unworldly master?!"

Xiaye looked at Song Qingshu, laughed a few times, and then said to the eighteen strong men who came to help.

"Well, I don't like these guys who think they are geniuses all my life. Everyone, have you decided how to kill him?"

Qingxue smiled teasingly, and then her eyes were full of cold light again, she turned around and opened her lips to the 18 people who helped out.

"I owe Qiu Tianyi a favor... and I have to pay it back."

"All the way, there are too many rumors about Song Qingshu, I really want to use him to practice swords!"

"Jingxin, wait for him to die, promise me, you can't go back on your word, hehehe."

The 18 people have their own ghosts and come with different intentions.

Even so, everyone is full of murderous intent, and their eyes are extremely cold, as if they will strike at any time.

If it weren't for Song Qingshu's successful cleansing of the mortal aura and stepping into the realm of the divine way, facing this group of extremely terrifying opponents would inevitably require bloodshed.

"Do you want to bully the few with the more?"

Song Qingshu still put his hands behind his back, looked at the group of formidable opponents in front of him, frowned, and opened his lips indifferently.

The meditation monk nodded, and then he was very provocative and jokingly said to Song Qingshu: "So what if you bully you!"

"Song Qingshu, kneel down and kowtow, I will give you a good time, let you have a decent way to die."

After listening to the words of the meditation monk.

Before Song Qingshu could say anything, a rather sharp voice came to Song Qingshu's ears.

"Sister Jingxin, you said you want to give him a decent death? I want to tell you, this is absolutely not possible!"

Standing in the crowd, Xia Ye shook her head and said with a sneer, she has bright blond hair and her face is a thousand times more beautiful than the haze in the sky.

Being called Xiaye, she really lives up to her name.

Qingxue sneered together and said:

"Sister Xiaye is right! This son has humiliated me again and again, and now I am waiting for the mobilization of the crowd, so it would be too cheap to kill him directly!"

"Sister Xiaye, Brother Qingxue, don't worry, I was just talking about it earlier, how could it be possible to kill him with one sword?"

"If I don't torture him until his consciousness collapses, then how can I be reconciled?"

The meditation monk flicked the dust whisk, and the stream of light on the avenue flew away, and then he smiled cruelly.

"It's useless to talk too much!"

Following Qingxue's yell, this group of people rushed towards Song Qingshu with their sacred weapons in their hands.

All kinds of Dao laws reappeared after disappearing, and the magical weapons and immortal weapons that shocked the world were revived in their hands.

These twenty or so people are all supreme powerhouses in their respective worlds, from different ancient worlds, famous in the sky, and naturally they all have world-shattering secret soldiers.

The blood-colored battle suit that stained the blue sky with blood, the three-section long and short God of War whip, such as the sky-shattering seal under the sky mountain, plus the golden giant sword that can tear the sky...all of them are dazzling.

There is a murderous aura that is so thick that it cannot be dissipated pervading the sky. A life-and-death battle will soon begin...

I have to say that if one person acted alone, it might not be a big deal.

But when they joined together, they turned into a group of extremely terrifying monks, almost invincible to the strong in the divine light realm, and when they joined together, it was very difficult to resist!

"I am merciful now, and I will give you a chance to kneel down and kowtow to apologize, crying and begging for my forgiveness."

"Afterwards, if I cut off my own cultivation base, not only will I not kill you, but I can also let you go away alive, but you should never try to set foot on the ancient road to immortality."

Qingxue said calmly, he looks quite immature and very attractive, and now he is even more extraordinary, with a touch of immortality in his gestures.

"So much bullshit! Have you finished your last words?"

"If you haven't finished speaking, can you tell the rest slowly in the coffin, don't waste my time here!"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes and opened his lips to ask quite calmly.

Hearing these words, the meditative monk and the others couldn't help but froze.

They have tried their best to humiliate Song Qingshu and disturb his mind.

It's just that he didn't expect this, Song Qingshu's heart was as calm as water, and he was never moved.

Such and such, it really made the minds of the meditation monk and the others chill, and it failed to disturb the other party's thoughts, but it made her feel a little restless.

"Everyone! Together! Kill this son!"

While drinking violently, Qingxue threw out thousands of charms from her sleeve.

Each talisman is engraved with different laws and regulations of the Dao. When the laws of the Dao flow, the sky trembles, with the same power.

Song Qingshu felt the power of breaking the formation hidden in the spell, and guessed that the purpose of Qingxue's sky-filled spell was to break through his own formation.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help frowning slightly, and then I waved my sleeves, imagining a small world full of mountains and seas with the artistic conception of Kun.

The small world swallows all things in the world, and directly includes the meditation monks and others with himself, and fights to the death!

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Followed by Song Qingshu waving his sleeves.