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The speed of the sword was so fast that even after the air in the space was torn, there was no sound of breaking the wind.

Song Qingshu looked at the sword with a solemn expression.

Zhou Fang's sword is different from the old sword master's sword that Song Qingshu has broken.

This sword didn't knead any vitality.

This sword didn't have any sense of redness, let alone sharp, thorough, majestic, and heavy.

This sword is really just a sword of the utmost simplicity.

However, this sword is interesting and powerful.

The black armored monk who wielded the iron sword has already reached the fourth level of Yuan Ying.

If he wants, he can attach a variety of sword powers or sword qi to the sword.

But he didn't.

A sword that is extremely simple may be another kind of kendo pride.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction, and then threw the sword in his right hand to his left.

At this moment, Cuilan Chaohai Jue disappeared, and Taotao's sword intent no longer existed.

The middle-aged man thought Song Qingshu was despising him.

Therefore, his eyes were red, his mouth was fierce, and he held the iron sword tightly like pliers.

The green veins on both arms violently, with a bang, the speed of the iron sword seemed to have increased a little.

However, Song Qingshu's change of hands was not contempt, but attention.

No matter why Song Qingshu was so terrible, he couldn't completely ignore such a sword.

In the face of this sword that is more powerful.

Song Qingshu forcefully pulled the purple blood soft sword in his left hand, and Kun's artistic conception stuck on the blade.

Then Song Qingshu seemed to swing out a wolf pen, stabbing the purple blood soft sword in his left hand like flowing water.

However, it was such a random sting.

Song Qingshu seems to have drawn thousands of ink rivers and mountains.

There are thousands of years old pine standing proudly on the mountain, and there is wind blowing rocks in the snow.

"The Great Wilderness Over the Mountains!"

Song Qingshu looked at the ten thousand-foot-high mountain of ink and wash, and smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, the face of the monk who came from the violent attack became extremely pale.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, risking a reversal of his true energy, amidst the violent sound, he violently returned his sword to protect himself.

Because he felt murderous.

However, Song Qingshu's sword smashed his iron sword and smashed his neck.

Then Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and held his head that was about to land.

Pulling the middle-aged man's hair, Song Qingshu still chuckles:

"Scared?"

Blood kept flowing from the neck of the middle-aged man, and the river was scarlet...

Chapter 345-Invincible River

Song Qingshu held a bleeding sword in his left hand.

The blood drops slowly into the water, as if grinding red ink in the river water.

He held a human head in his right hand, which was twisted around his neck.

Endless blood spilled from the head and neck of the person, and all fell into the river.

Although the river flows extremely fast.

But in this place where Song Qingshu was standing, it was still bright red.

The dripping speed of blood far exceeds the speed of water flow.

Song Qingshu knew that the man in heavy red armor must be a leader, so Song Qingshu chopped off his head.

Because Song Qingshu wanted to scare the black steel army in front of him who was not afraid of life and death, he lifted the head into the air.

"Get out! Don't kill!"

"Otherwise, the same person!"

Song Qingshu threw his head into the air, and the purple blood soft sword in his left hand thrust upward.

Like a string of balls, he stabbed the purple blood soft sword across his head and roared indifferently.

at this moment.

There was blood falling into Song Qingshu's mouth.

A smell of rust came from his mouth.

In front of this scene.

The sound of the flowing river seemed to pause.

The black steel army monks who were not afraid of death looked at Song Qingshu and chuckled with their heads up.

The pace of its advancement could not help but slowed down.

Song Qingshu became even more fearful than Shura.

It's more palpitating than the ghosts of hell...

It's not that they are not brave enough.

It can only be said that Song Qingshu at this time is too terrifying.

The Black Steel Army has also seen tragic scenes in countless battles.

But like Song Qingshu.

Shattered the loser's neck, nailed his head to his weapon, and laughed lightly.

This is the first time this group has seen it.

So at this moment, no one dared to walk away.

Song Qingshu nodded very satisfied.

Because his mission is except to destroy the Black Steel Army.

The most important thing is to buy time for Tang Xun, Li Zhan and Pengshan Patriarch.

They won the time to destroy the three sects of Heavenly Feather Sect, Black Sha Pavilion, and Black Feather Evil Sect.

And Song Qingshu has such confidence:

"As long as I am here, the elites of the Black Steel Army must guard me at all times!"

Because he has such confidence.

So Song Qingshu went up the mountain proudly alone.

Standing proudly among the big river.

With arrogance on his face, he walked forward slowly with the sword inserted in the head.

"No refund?"

Song Qingshu's eyes turned from black to brown, and he glanced at the people around him indifferently, and asked with a sneer.

Song Qingshu always thought that he had acted so fiercely that he should be enough to frighten the group of monks in front of him, but what he didn't expect was that.

This group of cultivators was just stunned for a while, and then they rushed towards Song Qingshu with their swords.

"kill!"

"Why lead revenge and hate!"

"Promote my black steel army prestige, male my black steel army!"

The cry of killing resounded like a thunder in the sky, once again in the rushing river.

Seeing the appearance of hundreds of ascetics stepping on the water.

Song Qingshu chuckled, his left sword shook, and he threw the head of the so-called leader He from the sword.

Then Song Qingshu silently walked to the other shore ten feet away.

Silent to the crowd.

He silently waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

The sword power also became silent with his silence...

A young man in heavy blue armor screamed, and the bronze sword in his hand turned into a wandering dragon.

The dragon swept across the water of the big river, carrying a strong and profound atmosphere of heaven and earth, and blasted towards Song Qingshu's front door.

Song Qingshu raised the Purple Blood Soft Sword and swiped it directly at You Long.

There was a loud clang!

The cyan swimming dragon ceased, and a crack appeared in the young man's blue heavy armor.

A gust of breeze blew, the crack expanded rapidly, blood spurted from it, and the river water became more vivid.

He fell heavily into the blood water, struggled with his hands a few times, and splashed some waves in the blood water.

Then he lay in the water, floating in the river, unable to stand up.

There was another bang!

A heavy iron sword was cut in half.

The green heavy armored man with the knife was severed with his left arm, let out a howl of pain, unable to maintain his balance, and fell into the river.

A strong man in white armor stood on a rock in the big river, pulling the bowstring.

Across the Taotao River and hundreds of monks shooting arrows at Song Qingshu.

He moves very lightly.

His killing intention is very weak.

His voice is very small.

So it is difficult to predict the shooting of this arrow.

Unfortunately, Murong Yue's movements were lighter than him, his killing intent was weaker, and his voice was softer.

They were divided into two under the sword of Song Qingshu, let alone him?

Song Qingshu felt the murderous aura in the breath of heaven and earth that was so weak that it was invisible.

But Song Qingshu never looked up.

He just silently waved the purple blood soft sword.

A gust of blade wind was accompanied by a strong killing intent, and it passed the turbulent spray with moisture.

There is a vague shape invisible, and it comes to the white and heavy armored power at an unimaginable speed.

clang!

An agitated sound like a golden horse and an iron horse came from the hand of a person in heavy white armor.

Immediately, the iron bow in the hands of the strong broke directly from it, and the bowstring made of iron strings was divided into two sections and thrown into the air.

The scattered string flowers are more beautiful than the occasional splashes in the big river.

The broken bow hit his face fiercely, breaking the bridge of the strong white armored man's nose.

Smashed his eyes and smashed out a mixture of blood and inexplicable juice.