Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 221
It was an army in heavy armor.
Although the heavy armor on the body is uglier than the black steel armor.
But the difference in strength between the two represents the distance between clouds and mud.
The Heavy Armored Army is an army whose entry standard is the strongest of the Nine Golden Cores.
And the master of this army must reach the fourth layer of Yuan Ying.
And there are as many as five people in control.
In other words.
The strength of this heavy armor can sweep almost all corners of the world.
Qingyoutang where Tang Xun lives.
Bai Xue'an where Li Zhan practiced his sword.
Mo Yejia's retreat is buried.
In addition to the people in these three places can not beat.
This heavily armored army is invincible in the world!
Xia Houli, the leader of the Black Steel Army, thought this way, and the smile on his mouth gradually rose.
Xiahouli knew about the conflict between Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu.
So Xiahouli guessed.
Song Qingshu will inevitably weaken the strength of Black Feather Evil Sect before Mo Xie Jia leaves the pass.
But he didn't think Song Qingshu would shoot him.
Because the Black Steel Army is too strong.
Had it not been for the Mo Xie Jia on the main sect, the Black Steel Army would have become the main sect!
Just when Xiahouli sighed at the untimely time for his life.
A man dressed in white clothing stood under the Heigangjun Mountain.
Maybe Xiahouli still doesn't know.
The invincible Black Steel Army in his eyes is about to usher in the most terrifying enemy ever.
That person is Song Qingshu.
"There are great taboos in the sky, so shouldn't you break through the sky?"
Song Qingshu walked to the foot of the peak where the Black Steel Army was and raised his head.
He looked at the looming avenue formation on the sky, and muttered.
Just when Song Qingshu kept looking at the layout of Heigangshan.
A team of Jindan monks dressed in light black clothing.
It's like dense ants coming out of a hole.
Within a few breaths, Song Qingshu was besieged in the circle.
"Who are you?"
"I came here for no reason. Why do you intend to come here?"
"Say, where on earth are you the spy, if you don't say it, I must let you taste what life is better than death!"
The Jindan monks looked at Song Qingshu's face, although they were a little afraid at first.
But as everyone felt Song Qingshu was also the strength of Jin Dan Eightfold.
The fear in their hearts immediately drifted away.
At the beginning, he pointed at Song Qingshu's nose unscrupulously and scolded.
Facing the clamor of the six-layer golden core monks in front of him.
Song Qing's writing was unmoved.
He looked at the peak of the Black Steel Army with himself, nodding and sighing from time to time.
Just when Song Qingshu looked at a thousand-year-old pine on the peak and felt the atmosphere of the great road on it.
A Taoist sword shone with splendor, breaking through the cold air and the tragic mist.
With a sneer, Dao Sword thrust directly into Song Qingshu's chest.
clang!
Following a burst of sparks, the Taoist sword seemed to be inserted into Song Qingshu's body.
Because the length of the sword is one inch shorter than just now.
The Golden Core cultivators looked at the shorter sword body and shouted with excitement.
"Good job!"
"Haha, I think this man is a lunatic, just stabbing him to death with a single sword!"
"It's boring and boring, it's gone..."
The voices of the people have not finished.
Among the crowd of Jindan cultivators, someone suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and looked at Song Qingshu bloodlessly: "My sword?"
Song Qingshu lowered his head slightly, looking at the sword on his chest.
Seeing that the sword's edge was bent, but never pierced his clothes and skin, he sneered: "Sorry, your sword is a little soft, it seems to be bent."
Immediately, Song Qingshu put his thumb on the middle finger and flicked hard.
Snapped!
The splendid sword body shattered directly into countless fragments.
Chapter 341
With Dao Sword was shattered.
The Golden Core monk who had just shot Song Qingshu vomited a bit of blood again.
There seems to be food that was eaten last night in the blood.
Snapped!
The Golden Core monk had a vacant footstep and kept shaking his body.
Later, I don't know if it was dead or weak.
With a soft sound.
The golden core monk fell into the blood and vomit, splashing a turbid flower, especially nauseous.
"How dare you?"
"who are you!"
The other Golden Core cultivators who were besieging Song Qingshu looked at the people who fell in the pool of blood, with no blood on their faces, shouting to Song Qingshu in horror.
Song Qingshu ignored it.
Lift your foot and walk towards the mountain.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four steps.
...
Song Qingshu never showed murderous intentions.
However, he with a smile on his face was like Shura.
He never scolded a good dog for not blocking these words.
No one in front of him dared to stop him.
that's it.
He fluttered forward in white clothes.
The formation at the foot of the mountain gleamed slightly, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered here, as if he wanted to give a big gift to Song Qingshu.
However, Song Qingshu only took four steps lightly.
Snapped……
With the sound of glass breaking.
The formation at Song Qingshu's feet was also directly shattered in the sky.
Except for the faint fluorescein flying away, this supposedly powerful formation can no longer bring any other welcome to Song Qingshu.
that's it.
Song Qingshu's wind was light and the clouds were calm, walking up into the white mist at the foot of the mountain like a tourist.
Just after turning a few turns, Song Qingshu's figure disappeared in front of these golden core monks.
With Song Qingshu away.
This group of Jin Dan monks, who were extremely proud of their daily lives, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Quick... Use the sound transmission note, someone is going to the mountain!"
After a long time, some of the Golden Core cultivators remembered their mission and hurriedly shouted.
"What's the matter?"
After crushing the sound transmission talisman, Xiahou Li's cold voice temporarily broke through the limitation of space and reached these people's ears.
"Master Xiahou, someone rushed up the mountain, and the action was too fast, I can't stop it."
Xiahouli raised his eyebrows after hearing this:
"How many people died under the mountain?! The formation!"
Brother Jin Dan murmured:
"The formation was easily broken by him, and one person died under the mountain..."
Xiahou's voice improves:
"Did they succeed in climbing the mountain with only one dead?!"
"You trash! How many people have gone up the mountain!"
"Where have you gone now?"
Brother Jindan hurriedly said:
"One person went up the mountain."
"He was dressed in white, stepped into the Yunyan Formation, and now he is gone."
Hear here.
Xiahou's doubts are even worse:
"One person? One person dares to climb the mountain?"
"Could it be Tang Xun from Tangmen Valley? Or Li Zhan from Fengjian Villa?"
"If it is the two of them, it would be really troublesome."
One thought ends here.
Xiahouli hurriedly suspended all the ordinary training of the Black Steel Army.