When song Qingshu stepped out of the reincarnation lake, he really thought about the way the world welcomed him.

Maybe it was the panic cry of the three disciples.

Maybe it was the scolding and roaring of the strong one in the three cases.

Perhaps it was so ordinary that no one dared to gasp in front of him.

Because he once carried a knife here and killed four Yuan Ying friars.

So.

Song Qingshu believes that in a short time, the attitude of the three schools towards him should not be so radical.

At least, you can leave some time for yourself to become stronger.

But song Qingshu never thought of it.

The world's welcome to him is not as complicated as he imagined.

He was greeted with a palm.

A palm three inches thicker and more than a foot wider than a wooden vegetable pier.

The fist was as dark as night and full of ghosts.

It broke the space before Song Qing's writing and rolled it directly with supreme prestige.

This fist is neither taking advantage of others' danger nor sneaking attack.

It's killing!

Song Qingshu remembered today's slap afterwards. He had to admit that it was really not a sneak attack.

Because song Qingshu has never seen such a sneak attack.

This fist has the spirit of ghosts, but it appears very aboveboard.

When song Qingshu saw this palm coming, the palm print was at least ten feet away from his face.

No one can sneak attack with his palm print alone.

Maybe the flying sword can, but not the palm.

The reason why this palm can be seen by song Qingshu.

Because at the moment it appeared.

The water mist gently floating by the reincarnation lake was forcibly scattered into smaller particles by the palm wind.

Between the water mist and air, there was an airway broken by palm prints.

Song Qingfeng saw the palm through the airway generated by the palm print.

And the weak scholar in a dark robe.

Song Qingshu had no time to think about how the weak scholar wielded the thunder.

He didn't have time to see what the weak scholar looked like.

Because in an instant.

The palm print, which is thicker than the wooden caidun, has been an inch in front of song Qingshu's chest after shattering the water mist by the reincarnation lake.

In the sight of song Qingshu.

The palm print suddenly became very slow.

At that moment, song Qingshu actually recalled his previous life.

A simple slap.

He experienced the fear of walking the lantern in life.

And a palm, relying on its super strength, just created an absolute kill that is not a sneak attack but more terrible than a sneak attack!

In the face of such a palm that can break the space and seems to be faster than the sound.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to lift the purple blood soft sword behind him and show Lei Ling Fengshen's legs.

Even, he didn't have time to yell and scold.

The only thing song Qingshu can do is think about it.

Thought is thought.

And ideas exist faster than light and lightning.

As song Qingshu thinks so.

The hell platform, which was close to song Qingshu's heart, also sounded in the air.

Then the hell platform rushed to the palm print and quickly expanded its body.

Song Qingshu received a strong death threat and the strange cry was still brewing in his chest and abdomen.

Thrilled by the shadow of death, the skin has not propped up its hair.

Hell platform is as big as a hill.

The figure of song Qingshu was separated from this palm.

If it is said that the ghost palm is a god of death waving a sickle to song Qingshu.

Then the hell platform is like the dividing line between the world and hell.

The God of death, mercilessly waved a sickle and cut on the dividing line.

The palm print, with infinite power, fell on the platform of hell.

Boom!

A dull metal burst sounded like the sound of a yellow LV bell.

It exploded on the platform of hell.

The sound waves scattered in all directions, shaking all the stone particles along the reincarnation lake into powder.

Hell platform is not broken.

Now the hell platform has been upgraded to level 14. There is no strong person who can crush the hell platform in Yuanying territory.

But when it hit the hell stage with that palm print.

The desperate black iron block on the hell platform was deeply concave in an instant.

This is a deformation that song Qingshu has not seen since he used hell platform.

It can be imagined that what terrible power was carried in the just broken empty palm.

Song Qingshu is connected with the heart of hell platform.

When the hell platform was so impacted, song Qingshu's chest also collapsed slightly.

His face gradually turned white.

Then song Qingshu stood on the Bank of the reincarnation lake with his feet like iron pillars, and his body swept backward due to the remaining force of the palm print.

After a while, two gullies appeared on the Bank of reincarnation lake.

After a while.

The power of palmprint completely dissipated in the sky.

The dark as jade hell platform also restored its usual solemnity.

Song Qingshu took a breath of turbidity.

After swallowing the blood he wanted to vomit from his chest again, he shouted to the black robed scholar more than twenty feet away:

"Who is your excellency? What grudges do I have with your excellency? Why the thunder? "

Under the prestige of just printing, the water mist on the Bank of reincarnation lake has completely dissipated.

The lakeside scenery has become more green and charming.

Song Qingshu finally saw the appearance of the scholar in black robe.

The scholar's face was unhealthy snow-white. There seemed to be a shallow dimple on both sides of his cheek.

It's just that other people's dimples seem to hold a glass of sake.

And his dimples seem to hold a glass of blood

He listened to song Qingshu's questions, and a ferocious smile appeared on his snow-white face:

"With the weak cultivation of the golden elixir liuchongtian, you won't die if you take my palm. Song Qingshu, you deserve to hear my name."

"Black feather evil leader, moyejia! A man who killed you. "

After hearing the name of moxie Jia.

The father of Pengshan, who just got out of the eight diagrams, couldn't help but have red eyes, chaotic breath and blue veins on his head.

Compared with the lightness and lightness shown by the ancestors of Pengshan before.

At this time, the ancestors of Pengshan can be said to be different

Just when the ancestor of Pengshan couldn't control himself and rushed up to fight to the death with moxie Jia.

The valley master of Tangmen, who had just stepped out of the eight diagrams, grabbed the ancestor of Pengshan and shouted:

"Pengshan, are you crazy! How dare you think of fighting him to the death? "

"It is said that moxie Jia has always been the strongest in our world. He was the five fold of Yuanying more than ten years ago!"

"Now he has been closed for so many years. It's not early at this time. He is already the strong six of Yuanying?"

Not only the valley leader of Tangmen.

Even the arrogant leader of Fengjian mountain villa couldn't help sighing:

"I'm afraid no one in this world is the enemy of its unity."

Previously, the valley leader of Tangmen and the villa leader of Fengjian mountain villa were unwilling to fight against the black feather evil sect.

On the one hand, the balance between the three schools is.

On the one hand, the strength of moxie Jia

Now that Mo Xie Jia has gone out of the pass, I think it will be too difficult to fight against the black feather evil sect.