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It's like being smashed by a hammer.

"Even if you bring the sky and the earth to hit me?"

"I am a part of the general trend of the world. Is it possible that you can use water to crush the water?"

Song Qingshu raised his foot and walked out of the sunken hole.

He looked at the gloomy Xia Houli, cleared his throat, and said with a smile.

When Song Qingshu played the clouds and mist, he was like a person in the painting.

Even if Xia Houli borrowed the vitality of the real world to kill Song Qingshu.

It's just like tearing this picture apart.

How can the artistic conception in the painting be destroyed after tearing the scroll?

If Song Qingshu’s land was crushed, how could it hurt Song Qingshu?

So Song Qingshu stood unscathed in front of Xiahouli, with a chuckle on his mouth.

"I endured the first killer move with great perseverance and failed to kill you."

"But the second ultimate move of Heaven and Earth's vitality that couldn't be avoided, didn't actually kill you?"

"Song Qingshu, do you know that these two incredible misses have already made my mood a bit strange."

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu and raised the iron spear in his hand.

With a strong killing intent, Xia Houli spoke to Song Qingshu with a wry smile.

Xia Houli was not an ordinary so-called master with high self-esteem.

He is a true fighter.

Before becoming the leader of the Black Steel Army, Xia Houli had fought for decades in the real battlefield.

In those decades.

Xiahouli shed blood and shed tears, knowing the pain of death and the greatness of life.

So from a certain perspective.

He is stronger than Tang Xun and others, because he is a person who can fight.

He knew how to use the sharpest method to nail Song Qingshu to his iron gun.

But now that he has missed twice, he really has some doubts about his past life.

It made him wonder where his method of killing the enemy was going wrong.

But the time left for Xiahouli to regret and worry was only a moment.

Song Qingshu saw Xia Houli's indifferent eyes with a trace of annoyance, seeing that his emotions were no longer peaceful.

So Song Qingshu shot like thunder.

A thunder arc gradually grew under Song Qingshu's feet. He held the purple blood soft sword tightly and stepped on the air with his right foot, and a muffled noise came from the air.

Then Song Qingshu's figure swept straight for more than ten feet on the river, turning his wrist.

Raising the sharp and light purple blood soft sword, he slashed towards Xiahouli.

The sword intent has the meaning of great wilderness and simplicity of ten thousand feet of peaks and mountains.

With the majesty of the crystal clear water that the blue sea tide rises and disappears.

Song Qingshu's sword came with mountains and seas.

Song Qingshu's speed is amazing.

The breeze on the river was blowing on the crimson shirt on his body, and his clothes roared like a remnant cloud about to disperse.

Xia Houli looked at the Ling Ling sword from Song Qingshu, and his eyes turned cold again.

Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword was ten feet away from Xiahou Li.

The whistling sound of the sword's edge breaking through the air had not completely flooded into Xiahou's ears.

Xiahouli was forced to meet the enemy.

Xia Houli let out a loud cry, and his body was full of vitality like the vast ocean into his right hand.

Then he slammed the iron spear at Song Qingshu.

The spirit and strength of his whole body are concentrated on the iron spear. This is a blow that can break the mountain and the sea!

An extremely bright and crisp sound, accompanied by a strong airflow, spread out from the purple blood soft sword between the blade and the tip of the gun.

The water of the big river not far from the earthquake shuddered, and the bamboo forest beside the big river was withered and collapsed.

"Humph!"

Xiahou felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he could not hold the iron gun in his hand.

He thought the same was true of Song Qingshu.

But when he looked at the faint smile on Song Qingshu's mouth, he snorted in anger.

But what Xiahouli thought was different.

In this collision, Song Qingshu was not so easy.

Song Qingshu's wrist also felt pain from crushing bones.

But he stabilized his figure with an extremely tough mind.

Immediately he exhaled gently, and then used the countershock force transmitted by the blade.

Turning around in the breeze, whistling and rushing to Xiahouli again, a bit faster than before.

There was a loud clang.

A secret energy poured into Xiahou's body.

Xiahou Liwo silkworm raised his brows lightly, and his heart trembled. Xiahouli pressed his lips tightly, unwilling to scream.

But perhaps the blood in Xiahouli's mouth was too rich, even if Xiahouli wanted to bear it, he couldn't help it.

"vomit!"

Xiahouli vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his aura was no longer majestic.

Chapter 351

"You no longer have the power you were before."

"Your gun has quivered, indicating that your palm is not as powerful as before."

"Your breath is already lightly trembling, which means you can no longer take a shot as good as you started."

"Xiahouli, you said you want to teach me a lesson, and it is the last lesson in my life."

"But now, you lecturer seems to be dying!"

Song Qingshu is holding a purple blood soft sword.

Standing several feet away from Xiahou.

Song Qingshu's mouth turned red, and he smiled and said to Xiahou leaving his mouth.

A little bit of sweetness came from his throat, but he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

So just looking like this, Song Qingshu's situation is much better than Xiahouli.

Listening to Song Qingshu's irony, Xia Houli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with anger.

Then Song Qingshu raised the iron spear, and shouted at Song Qingshu with blood in his mouth: "Can't I shoot that shot?"

"Song Qingshu, I can still shoot countless guns, but how many can you block?"

"As long as I have a shot that can stab you in front of you, then you will be pierced directly by my shot in an instant!"

Song Qingshu laughed.

Then Song Qingshu strolled towards Xiahouli.

He walked slowly at first, as quiet and elegant as a walk.

Then, he left quickly, and Xiang Si was about to go to an appointment with his old friend.

Immediately, Song Qingshu trot, avoiding a cloud of spring rain.

In the end, Song Qingshu was sprinting, like a roaring iron general on the battlefield.

Xia Houli roared, and once again raised his gun to stab Song Qingshu away.

clang!

The light of the iron spear and the blade is brilliant.

After a very clear loud noise, both Xia Houli and Song Qingshu flew behind them like injured birds.

One fell into the big river, splashing several feet of muddy waves.

One person hit the boulder on the river bank, and there was a sore clash.

Every time the iron spear and the purple blood soft sword collided, they were so unpretentious and powerful.

The confrontation between the tip of the gun and the front of the sword seems concise and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of opening a mountain and a lake.

The dark iron spear trembled at an extremely high frequency in Xiahouli's hands, and could not calm down for a long time.

The gun body made a desperate and chilling low noise.

Song Qingshu stood up and patted the dust on his body. The smile on his face was now full of solemnity.

Xiahouli stood up, but he felt that his wrist seemed to be broken...

As a result, Xia Houli's face was as pale as paper, so she had to hold the iron sword in her hand and stood up from the water in extreme pain.

After these several confrontations.

The two of them had to admit that at the beginning they really despised the opponent too much.

Song Qingshu thought that he could beat the five powerful Yuanying people like a blow.

But he never thought that Xiahou was so tough that he fell down several times and stood up again.

If Song Qingshu's thoughts are troublesome.

Then Xiahouli's thoughts could be desperate.

To know.

As early as two years ago, he was the Yuanying five-fold powerhouse, and his fighting power was more than twice that of the Yuanying four-fold powerhouse.

The Nascent Soul's four-fold powerhouse is more than a hundred times stronger than the Jindan nine-fold cultivator.

But now Song Qingshu does not even have nine golden cores.

He only used Jin Dan's eight-fold low-level cultivation base to fight against himself across the gap of the sky-grass cultivation base.

Moreover, Song Qingshu has not fallen into a disadvantage after several encounters.

Xiahouli once can also be explained as his own failure.

But the same happened twice.

Then Xia Houli had to admit in pain:

"Song Qingshu, you are indeed ridiculously strong..."

Song Qingshu didn't know what Xia Houli thought of him.

He simply raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and said indifferently like snow: "I thought I could stab you to death easily."

"I never thought you were really so strong. It seems that Li Zhan and Tang Xun were right about me."

"The Black Steel Army is the strongest among the affiliated sects of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and it really makes sense."

Xiahouli smiled bitterly:

"If the Black Steel Army goes out independently."