Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 227
"As a human being, it is wise to choose life when life and death are difficult."
"But as a warrior, if you can't keep your dignity between life and death, it is life and it is in vain."
"Under Song Qingshu, I look down on you."
Before leaving.
Song Qingshu snorted, leaving his back to the pride of the black steel army, and he didn't hesitate to say something ironic.
"Ah! Song Qingshu, you are deceiving too much!"
"Everyone, for the sake of Heigangshan, if I would rather die, I must not bring this person close to Lord Shanzhu!"
"Kill! Explain the aspirations with death, express the truth with blood!"
After listening to Song Qingshu's smiling satire.
The eyes of this group of monks were filled with blood, roaring and waving their swords towards Song Qingshu.
Their breath is disordered, and their feet are vain and weak.
Although the murderous aura caused by anger can be regarded as vigorous, in Song Qingshu's eyes, this behavior is definitely not wise.
Song Qingshu never looked back.
He felt the sound behind him shouting to kill, and the corner of his mouth raised a light smile: "The courage is commendable, but the behavior is too stupid."
"Is it possible that you all think that your hurt can be roared out by roaring?"
After saying this, the void behind Song Qingshu was ups and downs.
With the sound of the air being crushed, a hell platform the size of a hill came.
It smashed at these monks driven by anger like a meteorite.
Chapter 347: How Do You Want To Die?
"How's it going?"
Xia Houli stood with his hands behind his back and stood in front of the Black Steel Army's portal, with a serious face facing the messenger in front of him and asked.
"The current situation... According to the information we have now..."
Chuan Lingbing knelt in front of Xia Houli and muttered vaguely.
"Bastard thing! What is going on now? Is it Tang Xun or Li Zhan?"
"Even if it is really the two of them, haven't I already asked Murong Yue to go!"
"Plus the countless elites of the Black Steel Army, even if the two of them really come, shouldn't the problem be solved."
Xia Houli shouted angrily as he listened to the report of Lingbing.
The soldier was directly shocked by the blast of vitality spread from Xiahouli's body, and he vomited a bit of blood.
Xiahou Li is not a tyrannical person on weekdays.
It's just that the various events that happened to the Black Feather Evil Sect this time made Xiahouli really bored to the extreme.
The soldiers wiped off the blood from his mouth with difficulty, and no longer dared to hide the facts: "The situation today is extremely dangerous. The Black Steel Army has invested nearly 500 people."
"There are eight strong Yuan Ying, and the others are at least the strong eight layers of Jin Dan."
"However, there are fewer than a hundred people alive..."
After Chuan Lingbing finished speaking, he hurriedly lowered his head to prepare Xiahou Li to slap himself to death.
Xiahouli's face suddenly changed after hearing the report.
With Xiahouli as the center of the circle, the vitality of the heavens and the earth within a few kilometers of the circle was commotion.
The sky became extremely heavy in color, and there was muffled thunder in the depths of the thick clouds.
However, Xiahouli was not so angry that he lost his reason.
He took a few deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm his breath: "Where is the deputy mountain master?"
"The deputy mountain master is good at making bows, and the river is always foggy. Is he still alive?"
The messenger swallowed his mouth:
"Mount Murong... is dead."
Murongyue is Xiahouli's best friend.
Hearing the news of the death of his deceased person, Xiahouli couldn't help but buzz in his mind, his brain was a little blank: "Oh, dead? Whose hands died?"
The messenger lowered his head a few points again, his voice was soft:
"Mountain breaker, Song Qingshu!"
Hear here.
A look of pain appeared in Xia Houli's eyes.
Immediately he left the pass from the Black Steel Army.
Although the Tianyu Gate, Heisha Pavilion, and Heiyu Evil Sect behind the gate all needed his assistance.
But at this moment, Xia Houli had something to do.
That is to kill that mountain runner!
Talking two ends.
When Xiahouli rushed to the place where Song Qingshu was.
Song Qingshu is still massacring.
With the continuous improvement of the level of Hell Terrace.
Today's Hell Terrace already has an unimaginable weight.
Although its size is just like a hill in the air.
But when the local prison platform smashed the group of monks who charged with swords.
The water on the surface of the big river was directly forced out of a clearing by the oncoming air.
"Help!"
"Ah! I don't want to die."
"Song Qingshu, you will die, Master Xiahouli will never let you go."
In addition, most of the group of monks are nine layers of golden core, in front of the mighty Hell Terrace.
They couldn't do anything except scream a few times.
boom!
With a very dull roar came.
The hundreds of monks who were still murderous in the first place have also turned into a pile of blood.
"Ding, the Hell Terrace collects an Eightfold Golden Pill Undead, and gains 8547 Recovery Experience Points."
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects an Eightfold Golden Pill Undead, and gains 7957 Recovery Experience Points."
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects one of the Nine Heavy Gold Pills and gains 9327 experience points for recovery."
"Ding, hell platform collects one undead soul of the primary soul, and gains 10547 resuscitation experience points."
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects one of the Nine Heavy Gold Pills for the undead, and gains 9545 Recovery Experience Points."
...
"Ding, hell station collects a dual-element infant undead, gaining 11052 resuscitation experience points."
"Ding, the level of Hell Terrace's awakening has been increased, and the fourteenth level of strength has been successfully opened!"
Listening to the long-lost reminder from Hell Terrace, Song Qingshu's mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile.
"Well, although the death is a bit miserable, it is considered waste utilization, right?"
Song Qingshu looked at the masses of rotten meat floating in the big river, and said with a smile.
Then Song Qingshu weighed the weight of the hell platform and muttered to himself: "Today's hell platform is more than twice as heavy as before!"
"If you add the gravity ring, maybe you can really give Mo Xiejia a pot."
Thinking of Mo Xiejia's appearance that she was about to deflate her hand, Song Qingshu couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.
Immediately Song Qingshu turned around.
He lifted his foot to leave this already bright red river.
step.
Two steps.
Song Qingshu just took two steps.
The left foot he had just raised was put back where it was.
It was not because he was reluctant to bear this raging river.
It was not because Song Qingshu had a fearful attitude towards the enemies of the road ahead.
Just because Song Qingshu suddenly felt a slight tremor in the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth.
Out of the extremely keen insight into the Heaven and Earth Avenue.
So Song Qingshu stopped directly.
He looked back at Dahe.
The river was still turbulent, and the clouds disappeared without a trace.
There is no blazing sun in the sky, only light rays of light illuminate the still bright red river and the middle-aged man standing on the bank.
The middle-aged man is dressed in black.
The black clothes trembled slowly under the breeze beside the big river.
The light on the top of the sky passed through the clouds, and the dappled light hit the middle-aged man's face.
Let the cold and murderous intent in the middle-aged man's eyes more striking.
Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind him.
An extremely rare dignity appeared on Song Qing's writing:
"Where do you come from?"
The middle-aged man is indifferent:
"Naturally came."
Song Qingshu laughed:
"I didn't realize it until I walked behind me. Your Excellency is very strong, dare you ask your last name?"
The middle-aged man looked at Song Qingshu, who had no panic in his eyes, and nodded, "Xiahou."
Song Qingshu raised his sword eyebrows slightly:
"Black Steel Army Mountain Lord? Xiahouli?"
Xiahou was speechless, he just turned around and looked at the river water that was stained red with blood.
Song Qingshu has a very light smile on his face, quite relaxed.
But Song Qingshu's right hand held the purple blood soft sword tightly.
The Hell Terrace above its head is also floating.
The two of them were silent to each other, watching the river rushing eastward.
a long time.
Xia Houli's slightly sighed voice just sounded in Song Qingshu's ear:
"Regardless of whether the Black Steel Army is destroyed or not."