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"The Black Steel Army alone can compete against Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know how terrible the Black Steel Army is?"

Just when Xiahouli wanted to boast another wave of Black Steel Army.

Song Qingshu directly waved his hand and interrupted his words:

"After the Great River and Water War, the Black Steel Army is far inferior to Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa."

"After you die, the Black Steel Army will be annexed."

"This mountain of yours will also belong to me. I don't know what the name of this mountain is?"

When Xiahouli heard the words, his expression was gloomy as water, and his breath was chaotic as wind.

Then he spit out a bloody saliva to the big river beside him, and did not answer any more.

Silence fell between the two again.

For a while, there was only the sound of the river beating the shore.

Do not know why.

Although Xiahouli and Song Qingshu both raised their swords and pointed their guns at their opponents.

But they never meant to shoot.

They just stood there, then looked at their opponents calmly and indifferently.

There are two explanations for this situation.

One is that the two of them cherish each other and are unwilling to decide the winner so quickly.

One is that the two are too injured to be able to tell the winner so quickly.

This decisive battle with Xiahouli was Song Qingshu's first decisive battle with Yuanying's five-tier powerhouse.

Although Song Qingshu has already begun to lose strength.

But in this battle, Song Qingshu fought extremely happily.

So at this moment of silence, Song Qingshu smiled indifferently.

The two stood in silence for a long time.

a long time.

Song Qingshu broke the dead silence now:

"It's been a day and a half since I went up the mountain."

"If everything is logical, then the Heavenly Feather Gate, the Black Fiend Pavilion, and the Black Feather Evil Sect have all been destroyed."

"Mountain Lord, why don't you return?"

Xia Houli took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart: "The Black Steel Army has dead generals."

"There are dead soldiers."

"I am dead."

"But on the Black Steel Army, there is no dead army soul! So Song Qingshu, go and die!"

Xia Houli took advantage of the nonsense time just now to adjust his physical condition to the most perfect point.

So he roared, and the iron spear that had been tightly held in his hand also pierced through the air like black lightning.

When he roared, the blood from his mouth was stained on the iron spear, and then the blood was with the iron spear.

Charged to Song Qingshu like lightning.

This lightning is heavy because it is iron.

This lightning is fishy because it is bleeding.

Song Qingshu suffered serious internal injuries.

So when he faced another energetic blow from Xiahouli, a warrior, even he felt extremely tricky.

The iron spear pierced through the air and came to Song Qingshu's body in a flash, stabbing Song Qingshu with the lingering breeze and the stench of blood.

Because the friction with the air was too violent, the dark iron gun was glowing with a bright luster, which looked particularly terrifying.

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The turbulence and water vapor in the gun wind rushed towards Song Qingshu, and the water vapor wetted Song Qingshu's cheeks.

The sharp gun wind hit Song Qingshu's cheeks.

The head was full of green silk and fell backwards like water grass in the big river.

This shot was one that Xiahou Lishe had forgotten to die, and it was a shot that combined all his own martial arts aura.

It's just that when the iron gun broke through the air, it seemed a little anxious.

Because in addition to the sharp gun wind, there is also a mess on it.

Although the existence of this disorder will not affect the power of the iron gun.

But when the gun was shot, it could not be a purely clean blow.

Therefore, no matter how strong this gun is, its power is limited.

But even if the power is limited, this shot is also very strong!

The expression is not contradictory.

The paradox is the gun itself.

The contradiction is today's Xiahouli.

He wanted to see how strong Song Qingshu could be, but he wanted to nail him to the gunner in an instant.

So Xiahouli threw this shot.

The momentum is like wind and thunder, but it seems unwilling.

"The winner will be determined in an instant, and then lead the survivors of the Black Steel Army to rescue other sects."

"But you cherish me again, do you plan to see what kind of power I can have?"

"Xiahouli, if you are willing to surrender, you must be the first general among the Emperor Sect!"

Song Qingshu launched a sweep, and scanned the shot with the swiftness of thunder and lightning.

So he understood all the spirit and weakness of this gun, including when it was thrown.

Xiahouli's entanglement.

"Song Qingshu! I know you can avoid this shot, but I want to see if you can catch it!"

Xiahouli stood proudly in place.

His right hand was raised flat in the air, maintaining the same movement as when he threw the iron gun.

It's not that he doesn't want to put down his right hand.

In fact, all this happened too quickly.

After he threw the iron gun, he had no time to shout these words to Song Qingshu.

Nothing else is too late...

Before hearing Xiahouli's call.

The thunder arc at Song Qingshu's feet had already begun to flash out.

As if in the next moment he will turn into thunder and disappear here.

The circles of clouds and mist around him have begun to be volatile.

It seemed that in the next moment he would turn into a fog and walk away.

Yes.

Xiahouli was right.

Although his shot was very strong, it was powerful enough to open the mountains and the sea.

Soon, it's almost impossible to guess where it is.

But as long as Song Qingshu is willing.

Then the tip of the gun will brush his clothes.

The speed of the gun couldn't even keep up with one thousandth of his figure.

How strong is a gun that can't pierce people?

Song Qingshu understands this truth very well.

But he didn't want to leave at this moment.

"I want to try this gun. I want to try a shot that was stabbed by Yuan Ying's five-strength powerhouse."

"I have no reason to go! I was not able to block Mo Yejia's hand in a cool manner before, so let me block you now!"

"I want to see how cool I can be!"

Song Qingshu thought so.

The look in his pupils was hope and yearning.

So the thunder arc under his feet disappeared in the air, and he stood on the ground.

So the clouds around him disappeared in the air, and he was no longer misty.

Song Qingshu saw that Xiahouli had only one weakness in this shot.

That's the shining tip of the gun.

In addition, this shot was perfect, so perfect that Song Qingshu could not restrain himself from trying to catch it.

"what!"

Song Qingshu let out angrily, raised the purple blood soft sword and slashed it on the stabbing spear head.

clang!

A sound of gold and iron shook between the sky and the earth accompanied by the collision of sparks.

Hum!

There was also a humming sound in this golden iron violent sound.

Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth was shattered by the shaking of the purple blood soft sword, dripping with blood.

The iron spear trembled uncontrollably in the air, like a terrifying and trembling dragon.

visible.

At such a moment, the confrontation between the two is so tough.

This dark iron spear carries the pride and martial arts thoughts of Xia Houli's life.

So this iron gun is like a wooden stick.

It's just because Xiahouli firmly believes that simplicity is powerful and pureness is beautiful.

He couldn't wait to let this iron gun become his heir.

Therefore Xiahouli could clearly perceive all the details coming from the iron gun.

So he saw how powerful Song Qingshu's sword was.

As mighty as a mountain, as infinite as the blue sea.

Facing this sword, Xiahouli didn't know if he could win.

"Oh...ha! Ha! Ha!"

Song Qingshu's shot was picked up by Xiahou Lishe's life, and he couldn't stand proudly.

With the shock coming from the iron gun.