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Xia Houli directly knelt on the ground with weak legs and pale face.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and then took a breath of fresh air.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who was kneeling on the ground, and wanted to come up and chop off his head with a sword.

But behind Xiahouli's shot.

Song Qingshu could feel his entire hand bones shattered into powder.

So he couldn't carry the Purple Blood Soft Sword anymore.

Song Qingshu had to heal his wounds with the healing method in the Heavenly Emperor's chat group, while using words to delay time for himself: "How does it feel to be pierced by a shot that was pierced by a single shot?"

"Feeling good? Or is it a pity?"

Xiahouli struggled to get up.

But after climbing up several times, he would fall again with his legs soft.

After trying this a few times, Xiahouli simply sat on the floor:

"I don't feel good, let alone regret it."

"I just think it's unfair."

Song Qingshu's injury still exists.

The broken hand bone has not been completely repaired, so he still wants to continue to delay time: "Why is it unfair?"

Xiahou left:

"I am the fifth layer of Yuan Ying. I don't know how many years of hard work and how many scenery I have seen."

"You are only the eighth golden core, and the road of practice can be said to have just started."

"But this is the case, but you are stronger than me! You say! Is this fair!"

In the end, Xia Houli raised his fist and thumped the ground like an angry child.

There was a roar from the ground he was sitting on, and the dust gradually rose into the sky.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who was a little gagged because of his anger, and smiled slightly: "Invincible is invincible."

"Xiahouli, you are a real soldier, and I will arrange everything about the Black Steel Army."

"Those who fall will stay, those who do not fall will be scattered, and those who do not fall will be killed.

"So you can die with peace of mind."

When Song Qingshu said this, his hand bones had been completely repaired.

So he smiled and walked forward, looking at Xiahouli who was still smiling from a distance.

Song Qingshu is puzzled, and he has lingering fears:

"Why are you laughing?"

Xiahouli laughed:

"This mountain was changed to Qinglan Mountain, and there was a group of people on the mountain at this time."

"A group of people who are coming to kill you!"

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"Before you said I was a fighter."

"This statement is not appropriate."

"Because I can actually say that I am a soldier."

"During the years of fighting for the Black Feather Evil Sect, I knew it very clearly."

"A soldier can fight for himself, so they can abide by the right way they believe in."

"As a soldier, when I stand with a sword, I don't just hold a sword for myself."

"So, I can do anything to win."

"Soldiers, deceitful ways, so you can show you can't!"

Xia Houli struggled to get up from the muddy ground, his burly body slightly bent, looked at Song Qingshu, and said boldly.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"What kind of soldier's trick? Are you just thinking about bullying the less with more?"

"You do shameless things, but there are open words on your lips, Xiahouli, are you so unbearable?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's irony.

The indifferent look on Xiahouli's face remained unchanged.

He just stood silently, raising his head occasionally, watching the noisy soaring smoke on the mountain.

That was the remaining viable force of the Black Steel Army preparing to assist the other three cases.

There are nearly 1,000 Jindan monks and nearly 20 Yuanying monks.

The strongest among them has the terrifying realm of Yuan Ying's fourfold, and even the weakest has seven gold cores.

This force was several times more terrifying than the hundreds of practitioners who came to annihilate Song Qingshu.

originally.

Xiahouli hoped that this terrifying army of cultivation could dominate the world and make him no enemy in the world.

However, he never thought that the first time this army made a move, there was only one enemy.

So when Xiahou was getting closer and closer to watching the sky full of noise, his eyes were full of tangled emotions.

Song Qingshu followed Xia Houli's gaze towards the top of the mountain, watching the dust flying all over the sky: "Nine hundred and eighty-three Jindan monks, and 17 Yuanying strong men."

"The strongest can see the threshold of Yuan Ying's five-fold, and the weakest can also have the golden core seven-fold entry level."

"Xiahouli, is this all your pride and hope?"

"If so, then you will be disappointed!"

Song Qingshu used the scan to scan the strength of that thousand-man army in an instant.

Then Song Qingshu turned his head slightly, looked at Xiahouli, and said with a sneer.

Song Qingshu's smile was natural, without any reluctance or embarrassment.

But only he himself knows his worries and worries when facing this army.

Song Qingshu is very good at fighting.

Since he joined the Tiandi chat group, he has been practicing his fighting skills all the time.

So no matter the battle just now, or the life and death of Xiahouli.

As long as it can solve the problem with one stroke, Song Qingshu will not make two swords.

Being so cautious is because Song Qingshu has always had a sense of crisis in his heart.

Although Song Qingshu's strength is beyond ordinary people's imagination, he always pays some price every time he swings his sword.

Even if it is a cold hair, the price of a ray of thought power.

No matter how small the cost accumulates, it will also affect whether he can continue to stand on this green haze mountain.

It will also affect whether he can drag the Black Steel Army here.

Give Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others valuable time.

So the coming army of thousands of ascetics really made Song Qingshu feel disgusted and troubled.

But standing in front of Xiahouli, he smiled calmly.

Looking at Song Qingshu, who was smiling peacefully, Xiahouli gave a wry smile, his face full of bitterness.

Immediately, Xiahouli's laughter was reduced, without a trace of emotional fluctuations on his face, and he said indifferently: "This army that came is the entire history of the Black Steel Army for countless years."

"Even if you annihilate the other three cases, the fighting spirit of this army will not weaken even one point."

"When Lord Mo Yejia leaves the barrier, this army will become his sharpest sword!"

"And you, Song Qingshu, you will be the first person to die by this sword."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"Idiots think so!"

"Whether I will die, I don't know, but Xiahouli, you will be the first Nascent Soul five-fold powerhouse I killed!

The crushed bones in Song Qingshu's right arm were all repaired.

So Song Qingshu held the purple blood soft sword and walked towards Xiahouli step by step.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's Shura-like figure, frowned, and was about to say something.

But the feeling of boredom from the chest made Xiahou couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand and coughing out loudly.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Coughing and coughing, the rich and smelly blood spilled out of Xiahouli's fingers.

Song Qingshu stopped, frowning slightly:

"Are you dying already?"

Xia Houli shook his palm and sprinkled the blood from his palm on the banks of the river. The blood was diluted by the river water: "No, you can only die."

Song Qingshu took a step forward again:

"Kill you, I will slaughter your thousand-man army, Xiahouli, do you have any last words?"

Xiahouli heard the words and said nothing.

He took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath diffused from his body, and then gathered under his skin again.

The river seemed to feel the coldness of this breath, so the current of Taotao River slowed down a lot.

A little bit of floating ice, floating on the river water.

Finally, as several blocks of ice appeared on top of the river, the river was completely frozen and frozen.

Xia Houli's long black hair left the shabby black robe and was blowing in the cold wind. A few white hairs were very conspicuous.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Houli's cheeks collapsed slightly, and he quickly lost weight, but the aura exuding from him seemed even stronger.

The wind hissed.

In the hissing sound, Xia Houli's torn black robe was directly shattered into fragments, spraying around like snowflakes.

He exposed his strong naked body, standing by the frozen river like a rock mountain.

At this moment, an almost miraculous picture happened.

The endless heaven and earth vitality around Xiahouli rushed directly into Xiahouli's body as if uncontrollable.

An extremely vivid breath of life wandered through Xiahouli's body, instantly repairing all the injuries Xiahouli had injured by Song Qingshu.

The meridians that were still riddled with holes have been repaired intact under the action of this fresh breath of life.

The meridians are even thicker than before, gently expanding and contracting with Xiahouli's breathing, as if he had his own life.

The original white hairs that were floating in the wind have also turned into black ink.

When Song Qingshu saw this inexplicably changing Xia Houli, he couldn't help but frowned: "At the price of life, he gains a momentary powerful force and forcibly repairs his injuries."

"Your secret method, is it called the blood-breaking method?"

Xiahou was indifferent, but the urgency on his brows showed his doubts: "How do you know that it has been lost for a long time?!"

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