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The violent sound of the surging river seemed to be quiet for a moment when Murong Yue fell.

Until now.

The arrow hole just shot by Murong Yue's three arrows had only gradually disappeared.

The vitality of heaven and earth that had been dispelled by the arrow hole flowed away in all directions at this moment.

There are countless flocculent breeze.

The breeze is as clear as nothing.

But when Wanxu breeze came together.

A breath of true vitality became a sudden frenzy.

In the whistling sound, the clouds gradually dispersed.

Song Qingshu looked at the other side gradually clear.

Although he was still calm with such a smile on his mouth, there was never even a solemn color.

Directly opposite Song Qingshu.

There is a black steel army of nearly five hundred people.

They were dressed in black clothes, black trousers and black robes.

Either hold a sword in your hand.

Either squeeze the sword lightly, with a black aura in his hands.

Song Qingshu looked like so many people suddenly appeared.

Densely densely like a ghost hidden among the rocks.

These people surrounded by black armor revealed a powerful aura.

Their eyes were not deep pitch black, but gray and cold, and hundreds of eyes looked at him.

This also made Song Qingshu feel strange and terrifying.

These Golden Core cultivators, who have been training in the Black Armored Army for so many years, are like wolves who have been hungry for many years.

Song Qingshu gave a light cough:

"Everyone, are you going to war?"

"If there is a war, then please hurry up, I'm very busy."

Murong Yue has fallen down and is not awake.

Then Song Qingshu's whistle was like a signal before the opening of the war.

The battle officially began.

The five hundred Golden Core cultivators of the Black Steel Army were rushing to face Song Qingshu, who was ten feet away, stepping through the waves.

More than a hundred strong practitioners.

Amidst the trembling sound of killing, he rushed into the turbulent river.

The river that has reached the upper reaches is not too deep, just barely knees.

For a time.

The splash of water in the big river was extremely shocking.

Facing the person rushing towards him, Song Qingshu did not choose to back down, so he drew out the purple blood soft sword, the blade trembled lightly, and pointed directly at the opponent in front of him: "I haven't participated in such a battle for a long time. "

"There are no rules, everything can be happy!"

"Qingshu, please have fun and madness! Come! Fight to the death!"

Those strong cultivators who stepped on the water to attack were nothing but cultivators of the eight or nine layers of the Golden Core.

However, their actual combat experience is by no means comparable to ordinary Nascent Soul powerhouses.

In addition, there are at least a dozen Nascent Soul powerhouses among the enemies who stepped on the water.

Therefore, Song Qingshu's effortless battle was extremely risky.

The fastest to come is naturally the favorite flying sword of monks.

Several flying swords shining with faint fluorescence broke through the water vapor in the river and pierced Song Qingshu.

Following Feijian, there are countless other offensives...

Chapter 344

"Cuilan chaos in the sea!"

Facing the oncoming Dao swords with brilliance.

Song Qingshu only crossed the purple blood soft sword in mid-air.

After a low voice in his heart, Song Qingshu directly danced the purple blood soft sword in his hand into a storm.

Although the fog in the river has dispersed.

But the water vapor above the river is rising slowly.

However, Song Qingshu waved Cui Lan Chao Hai Jue at that time.

The chaos came from Song Qingshu's words to reality.

Flurry of water vapor

The river trembled.

The breeze was chaotic.

For a while, the sword intent was awe-inspiring in the air.

The center of the sword circle with Song Qingshu as the center and the purple blood soft sword as the radius is just like the vortex of the sea of ​​storm.

Taotao's infinite sword intent and sword energy, like water, arise and die in the vortex of the storm sea.

Just when Song Qingshu danced this chaotic sea sword intent.

Those Dao Swords that shone with splendid splendor had already swept between Song Qingshu's eyes.

The brilliance of that sword first left a few bright marks on Song Qingshu's eyes.

Then the several Dao Swords slammed into Song Qingshu's sword circle.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The swords of several Jindan monks had just touched Song Qingshu's sword circle.

After a violent sound of metal came, those Dao swords were directly chopped into pieces.

Then several people knelt in the big river, vomiting blood and foaming painfully on their faces.

If the sword touches it, it will break.

There are also swords that are still fascinating.

A few more splendid Dao swords pierced Song Qingshu, and they were never cut down by Song Qing's sword circle.

Rather, it has been suspended in the air, not going in or backing out an inch, sparks flashing from its blade from time to time.

Only a few very strange sounds came from Song Qingshu's sword circle storm.

It's loud.

Even in a certain moment.

The sound overwhelmed the angry rushing river.

The voice was like a child, raising the broken ice skate in his hand, trying to carve something on a piece of ice.

However, he could only watch in vain as the blade of the ice blade slides over the hard surface of the ice block, leaving no trace.

Seemingly unrivaled, a sharp sword with several handles.

But it couldn't pierce the sword circle in front of Song Qingshu at all.

Song Qingshu glanced at the book handle Dao Sword resting on his sword circle.

"Kun Yi sleepy Xianjue, sleepy!"

Song Qingshu whispered something, and then came out loudly.

With Song Qingshu, the connection between these swords and their masters was obliterated with the artistic conception of Kun.

The Dao Sword, which had come in endlessly, instantly became a dead thing.

With a few weird sounds from Jianyuan, the tough Dao Sword also bends directly.

Then it landed like scrap iron, losing its power.

"vomit!"

Under such a blow from Song Qingshu.

One of the more than 100 monks who rushed towards Song Qingshu directly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Then, following a stagger, the monk fell into the bloody water he vomited, knowing his life or death.

Song Qingshu looked at the countless swords still flying above the sky, and smiled: "Swords still have to be held in your hands to be powerful."

"Only a few inches of sword diameter in front of you can be invincible."

The monks who stepped on the river to fight were all the top masters in the Black Steel Army.

The heavy armor or black steel armor on their respective bodies are all their achievements in the constant tempering of life and death.

Therefore, they are different from the casual cultivators and the Jindan monks of the Little Sect that Song Qingshu met before.

They have an iron mind to fight.

He has the heart to rush forward desperately.

Although someone had broken the sword above Song Qingshu's sword circle, and even died.

But the horror scene still didn't make them feel any fear, nor could they slow down their steps for a moment.

The angry river was crushed by their footsteps, and countless turbid flowers grew and died under their feet.

Growing lotus every step...

In a flash.

These hundreds of powerful black steel army have come from the other side to the place where Song Qingshu stood.

They went to death with generosity.

Have the courage not to fear the fear of life and death.

They were ordered by Xiahouli to stop Song Qingshu.

But they are unwilling to reason with Song Qingshu, because they never reason.

Only when Song Qingshu was dead could it be regarded as stopping him in their eyes.

So the Black Steel Army recalled their Dao Swords soaring in the air and held them tightly!

Under the protection of the heavy armor around him, this group of wolves and tigers rushed towards Song Qingshu.

The sword is powerful in his hands.

It is invincible if the sword is cut by yourself.

Swordsmanship is considered beautiful if you wield it yourself.

Song Qingshu understands these truths, as does the pride of this group of black steel troops.

A middle-aged man in heavy armor with a bright red color on it, holding a sword.

With an indifferent expression, he jumped into the mid-air in front of Song Qingshu's sword circle, and slashed with a sword without any fancy.