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But this white heavy armored man never let out a scream.

Because at the moment the bow broke, the infinite killing intent had already passed through his neck.

With the emergence of a light red line, his neck was directly cut off, his head fell into the water, and there was a popping sound.

With the blood on the neck, this head is like a red fruit falling into the water from the branch.

Although the sword is in his hand.

Jianfeng had to reach half a foot in front of him.

But just imaginary swing, there will be endless killing intent from the sword.

Ling Yu went to thousands of miles to kill.

This is Song Qingshu's unique sword holding method.

His movements are very stable, and his breathing has never been turbulent.

No matter how terrifying the person before him looks, how fierce the sword is.

Song Qingshu just wielded the sword, and the sword turned into afterimages in his left hand.

Whether it is the ghost iron arrow shot by the strong Yuan Ying or the sword flying by a large group of golden core cultivators.

Its speed could not be faster than Song Qingshu's killing intent with a sword.

Moreover, this killing intent is invisible and innocent.

The sword is as strong as the wind and thunder.

How do you prevent it?

Lifting the sword successively hacked to death several Nascent Soul level powerhouses wearing extraordinary and heavy armor.

This is just a microcosm of this massacre.

As Song Qingshu kept swinging his sword.

Keep stepping forward.

His eyes became colder and colder.

The smile on the corner of the mouth is even more evil.

The rushing river water has become like a red river.

Experts kept rushing to Song Qing to write.

However, it was just a meeting, and someone howled and fell into the river.

Song Qingshu at this time.

Invincible!

Chapter 346 You Are Not Worthy of Drawing a Sword

Someone came with a sword and stepped on the water, and turbid flowers grew and died on the river.

Some people bend their bows in the depths of the sea, and the arrows are as soft as ghosts.

Some people use the Qi to guard the sword, the sword is vertical and horizontal in the sky, leaving a sword path that is penetrated by the sword.

however.

It doesn't matter if the person comes with a sword.

Or use Qi Yujian to break through the air.

Or the bow is just like a ghost.

Song Qingshu just walked towards the other side.

While walking, he silently waved the purple blood soft sword.

There was a crash.

The purple blood soft sword passed through the arms of others and cut off the hand holding the sword.

With a click.

The Dao Sword, which soared in the air like a dragon, shattered directly.

There was a hum.

The strong bow shot with the sword in the dark broke directly, and there was a soft sound from the bowstring.

It should have been a big river with a quiet view.

At this time, it has become the cruelest Shura land in the world.

No matter how many people come.

In front of Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword, it was only a matter of one sword.

Few people can hold two swords.

Even if there are, they are those Nascent Soul powerhouses whose cultivation strength far exceeds that of Golden Core cultivators.

But how many such masters are there?

Among the five hundred ascetics who originally stood opposite Song Qingshu, now there are fewer than a hundred people who can stand in front of Song Qingshu.

Among them, there are very few Yuan Ying strong.

Most people couldn't hold a sword even before Song Qing wrote.

Some monks with a slightly weaker mind.

After being lightly glanced by Song Qingshu, he fell into the water, and his whole body couldn't lift even a trace of strength.

Song Qingshu looked at the trembling monks holding the sword, with a chuckle on his mouth, and then walked with the sword.

"Scared?"

Song Qingshu's white clothes were already dyed blood red.

However, he didn't care, allowing the mixture of river water and blood to dye his white clothes scarlet.

He smiled jokingly, and spoke to the monk in front of him.

This is the second time he said after arriving at the river.

The first sound was when he looked at everyone after he nailed the leader of Nahe to his purple blood soft sword.

The second sound is now.

Reply to Song Qingshu for the first time.

It was the unison roar of hundreds of monks and endless killing intent.

And replied to Song Qingshu the second time.

It was a dead silence, and some even forgot to breathe out.

The blood flowing from the stump and broken arm has already stained the entire river red.

Song Qingshu walked in the big river, like a demon walking in the red water of hell.

only.

The devil is carrying a life-destructive sickle and a ferocious laugh.

Song Qingshu wears a bloody purple blood soft sword and a smile...

And those black steel soldiers who were originally brave and not afraid of death.

Now that Song Qingshu walked slowly, they actually began to tremble slightly.

Song Qingshu raised the sword's front, and the monk in black steel couldn't help walking backwards.

Song Qingshu chuckled, the monk dressed in black steel even had the desire to cry.

"Why, are you so afraid that no one dares to come forward?"

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword down, shrugged, and said with a somewhat indifferent expression.

For a time, only the sound of running water remained between Song Qingshu and this group of people.

Deathly silence is the theme at this time.

Song Qingshu's dark eyes scanned the group of monks in front of him.

When his sight is about to meet.

Everyone will lower their heads in advance to ensure that their eyes will not meet Song Qingshu's.

Watching such a weak scene.

Song Qingshu was disappointed and shook his head:

"After I stepped into the Golden Core Eighth Layer, I always felt that my realm had risen too fast."

"So I really hope that I can usher in a deadly battle, a deadly battle that makes me feel threatened by life and death."

"Now I am a little disappointed."

Say here.

Song Qingshu directly inserted the purple blood soft sword back into the scabbard behind him, no matter how many enemies' flesh and blood remained on the sword.

A strong soul in silver armor saw it and gritted his teeth fiercely: "Your enemy is right in front of you, how dare you take the sword?"

"Do you want to die?"

"Or, you are just humiliating us?!"

Song Qingshu looked at the blood stains flowing out of the Yuanying strong man's mouth, looked at his furious pupils, and jokingly smiled: "My enemies are dead."

"Those who live but don't dare to die are not worthy of being my enemy."

"Your internal organs have been shattered, and few bones in your body are intact. You are dying.

"Other people, do you still want to die?"

After listening to Song Qingshu's words.

The certain army commander in heavy silver armor coughed in pain.

First, saliva.

Then he coughed harder and harder, and coughed up blood.

What is noisy in the blood is the broken internal organs.

boom!

In the end, the strong man who dared to clamor with Song Qingshu fell into the blood and splashed a spray of water.

Song Qing was expressionless in writing.

He just continued to move forward.

It's no different from what Song Qingshu said.

The Black Steel Army who were still alive were no longer worthy of being his enemies.

When Song Qingshu just walked past, this group of black steel army monks unconsciously made way for Song Qingshu.

A road leading to the other shore, to land, to the base camp of the Black Steel Army.

As long as Song Qingshu walked over and killed Xiahouli.

Then maybe the Black Steel Army will really be destroyed by one person.

but.

Although these monks knew the seriousness of the problem, they still couldn't hold the sword in their hands.

It trembled too much...

They trembled until they wanted to stab Song Qingshu with their swords, but they couldn't do it.

So they could only watch Song Qingshu set foot on the land beyond, but they had no choice.