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If you want to take your own sword.

Like Xia Houli, with one hand in the air and the other behind his back, he couldn't catch it anyway.

and so.

It is not difficult to see through this sword, but the difficulty is to catch it.

Once connected, it will break, and once it is broken, there will be flaws.

And the duel between the masters, even if it is a short-lived flaw, is fatal.

Song Qingshu thought this way, and roared with all his strength.

The veins violently in his hand, just to send his sword forward more violently.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's sword, and for the first time an extremely solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

He saw all the sword intent of Song Qingshu's sword.

Also saw all the weaknesses in Song Qingshu's sword.

But he did not choose to take a bully shot.

He didn't choose to face Song Qingshu's powerful sword.

He didn't even fight back with an iron fist as strong as he thought before.

He just stood still, his face as indifferent as snow, and his eyes as cold as ice.

He can avoid this sword effortlessly.

But his martial arts heart does not allow it.

"The gun!"

Just when the killing intent of the purple blood soft sword sword was only an inch away from his neck.

Xiahouli still moved.

He roared, and the vitality in the air flew up and down instantly.

And that sword's murderous aura was also blocked from advancing due to the vitality of the air dancing.

In an instant, the Buddha spoke instantly.

A stick-shaped black shadow burst out of the cloud, and flew to a foot behind Song Qingshu, faster than the lightning that Song Qingshu had ever seen.

Song Qingshu can choose to continue swinging his sword forward.

It's just that the stick-like body will directly penetrate his chest and heart.

Then Song Qingshu's sword crossed Xiahouli's neck, bringing out a bright red.

The depths of Xiahou's eyes were cold, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If you choose to change your life, then you will die, and I won't!"

"On the gun, I have attached the most domineering atmosphere of heaven and earth."

"Don't say piercing your body, even if there is only a small wound, your body will be stiff!"

"At that time, I will squeeze your neck directly, and then throw you into the river."

"Song Qingshu, come on!"

Song Qingshu is naturally not afraid of death.

Don't say it hard, even if it is directly penetrated by the stick, he is confident that he can live.

The bones of the ordinary Golden Core Eightfold Monk are naturally as tough as fine iron.

What's more, Song Qingshu's golden core is the legendary colorful golden core.

If the physical strength of a single round, Song Qingshu has the confidence to compete with the five strong Yuan Ying.

But it's between this electric light and flint.

Song Qingshu felt a little uneasy, so he launched a sweep, and instantly understood Xiahouli's abacus.

"If you carry it hard, you will be injured, if you are injured, you will be weak, and you will die if you are weak.

"Am I going to die the moment I show weakness?"

"Xiahouli, it seems that you are not only a peerless master of Yuan Ying's five layers, but also a scheming bastard."

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu sneered slightly.

Then he stepped heavily on a protruding stone on the ground with his right foot and twisted his body in the air with force.

Facing the direction of the gun, his arms were filled with the strong vitality of Kun's artistic conception.

Then Song Qingshu let out an anger, and danced the light and sharp purple blood soft sword into an airtight sword flower in front of him.

Wherever the sword flower swept, there was a crackling sound in the air.

"Cuilan chaos in the sea!"

The blade trembled lightly, and an endless wave of swords emerged from the airtight sword flower.

It was like a screen made of a sea, separated between Song Qingshu and this gun.

There was a loud bang.

The iron spear that broke through the clouds from the mountain was extremely tyrannical and unreasonable, and slammed into the knife flower in front of him.

Although, this iron spear had already been weakened by the sea-like sword power in Song Qingshu's Cuilan Chaos.

But at the moment when the tip of the iron gun hit the knife flower.

Except for a loud noise and sparkling sparks.

There is also a huge force swimming from the iron gun like a python.

Song Qingshu felt a huge force that could not be suppressed, and passed it along the purple blood soft sword to his body.

Song Qingshu's body was still in the air, and he was hit hard and suddenly frustrated.

Then he accelerated his fall and slammed into the big river several meters away from Xiahou, agitating a turbid wave.

Song Qingshu supported the ground with his right hand, so violently he jumped up from the waves, as agile as a dragon.

After falling into the water for a short while, Song Qingshu stood on the ground again.

"Huh! Very good gun."

Song Qingshu's hands trembled lightly, and he let out a sallow breath.

Then Song Qingshu looked at the iron spear inserted under Xiahouli's feet and said with a smile.

Xia Houli looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed:

"This gun entrusts all my martial arts aspirations."

"The shot just now was a full-blown blow that I had been waiting for for a long time."

"Such a shot is naturally very good, such a shot, you are not dead, there is really no reason for it."

The iron spear was extremely long, falling on the moist river bank. The spear head had gone in for a few minutes, but it was a lot higher than Xiahou's burly body.

The gun body is dark in color, dim in luster, and straight without any curvature.

There is no carving on the surface of the gun, it is extremely smooth.

Song Qingshu examined it for a long time, and found that the only difference between this gun and the stick was that it had an extremely sharp head with a sharp light.

"Simple is powerful."

"It seems that this truth is already known to everyone in the strong world?"

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, looked at Xia Houli with a heavy face, and sneered.

Xia Houli nodded, and then stretched out his right hand to pull out the gun. The bright tip of the gun pointed at Song Qingshu: "Everyone knows the truth, but who can do it is not necessarily true."

"Song Qingshu, now let me teach you what is really simple and what is really powerful!"

"Maybe, it's the last lesson of your life, you have to cherish it."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly and let out loudly:

"bring it on!"

Chapter 350 Iron Spear and Purple Sword

Xia Houli had forgotten how long he had not waved a gun.

Since he stepped into the fifth layer of Yuan Ying.

The hostility of the world towards him seemed to have disappeared.

Perhaps Tangmen Valley still thought of attacking the Black Steel Army before Fengjian Villa.

But as Xiahouli and Mo Xiejia grew stronger, the strange balance between the three sects stabilized.

This world has also ushered in a rare peace of the past few decades.

Although this is not a real peace, it is just a truce for decades.

And with Mo Yejia's imminent departure, the truce of decades will soon come to an end.

"Originally, there were only less than three days left, and the Black Feather Evil Sect would dominate this world."

"Song Qingshu, what kind of bastard are you, who will take action in these most critical days?"

"I could have become the general under the tent of the world hegemon without a single shot."

"I should have the supreme glory!"

"Song Qingshu, you damn it!"

Just before he shook his gun at Song Qingshu.

Xiahouli thought a lot.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

The more he thought about it, the more violent the veins in his palm rose.

He took a few steps in the direction of Song Qingshu.

The clear light in the palm of his hand gradually flashed, and he waved at Song Qingshu.

So the whole sky of heaven and earth was smashed against Song Qingshu.

The word smashed is not a general term.

Because this is the current state of the vitality of this world.

Not pressure.

Not split.

Not to cut.

It was like a heavy hammer, hitting Song Qingshu's head fiercely.

Ruo Song Qingshu never comprehended martial arts at the artistic conception level.

In the face of such a turbulent blow, Song Qingshu can only carry it with his own strength.

Maybe it will be photographed directly underground, and a mouthful of blood will be taken.

But today's Song Qingshu has long been able to comprehend the martial arts of Kun's artistic conception.

Even if it is the full coercion of the five powerful Nascent Souls, what is it?

A cloud of mist floated on Song Qingshu's body, and the deep pitch black in his eyes turned into an earthy brown.

That majestic vitality directly hit Song Qingshu's body, never shaking Song Qingshu's hair.

boom!

The land under Song Qingshu's feet was directly dented by Heaven and Earth's vitality.