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Song Qingshu has been chatting with the great emperors on the group of heavenly emperors for so long.

Even if he didn't learn much about the legendary exercises, he still studied many exercises thoroughly.

When Song Qingshu looked at Xiahouli's black hair, he had already guessed that this was a secret technique for forcibly enhancing life strength.

In addition, Song Qingshu still has a plug-in like Scan.

Analyzing Xiahouli's ability to forcibly increase his strength by burning life, it was easy for Song Qingshu.

"Blood-breaking method, to achieve great success, you can directly increase your strength by several times at the expense of lifespan in an instant."

"It's just that this secret method requires extremely high levels of self-cultivation, and it's extremely harmful."

"Xiahouli, in order to kill me alone, you are likely to lose more than 50 years of life."

"The cultivation base has fallen from the fifth level of Yuan Ying to the fourth level of Yuan Ying, I want to ask you if it is worth it?"

After Song Qingshu started to scan and read Xiahouli's method of breaking blood, he shook his head and said with a joking smile.

Xiahouli's hand brushed his hair, feeling the tenacity coming from it, indifferent: "Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, so white heads are not allowed in the world."

"Song Qingshu, if I can kill you here, even if I become a white head all my life?"

"If you can lay down the corpse on the spot, even if you change one life for another, it will be a profit to me."

When Xia Houli said this, the expression in his eyes was unusually rigorous and serious.

This shows that in the eyes of Xiahouli, Song Qingshu has long been regarded as his own mortal enemy.

And it's the kind of mortal enemy who can trade for life.

This alone was enough for Song Qingshu to be proud for a long, long time.

unfortunately.

Although in Song Qingshu's eyes, Xiahouli was also considered a hero.

But he is the man who wants to be the top of the world sooner or later.

How could the little Yuan Ying's five layers be enough to change lives with him?

So Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"In your eyes it may be a profit."

"But I am at a loss."

"Xiahouli, we can only have one way in this battle."

"Then you die and I live!"

Xiahouli frowned:

"Why?"

Song Qingshu shrugged, smiled in the most natural tone and said the most domineering words: "Because I can't die, so you can only die."

Xiahouli was indifferent. He raised his head slightly in the cold wind and frowned at the clamor at the top of the peak: "In half an hour, those people who will kill you are coming, but I have changed my mind now."

"Half an hour, I will kill you here on the spot."

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword horizontally on his chest, jokingly:

"Why don't you be a soldier now?"

"You can hold on for half a quarter of an hour at this time, waiting for a thousand monks to besiege me."

"There is no need to risk being killed by me..."

Do not wait for Song Qingshu to finish his words.

The vitality of the world around Xiahou's body became even colder. He glanced at Song Qingshu coldly: "Risking the risk of being killed by you?"

"……very good."

"Before I had the urge to be a soldier, but now, for your words, even if it is a soldier for half an hour, I will do it!"

Song Qingshu disagrees, still chuckles:

"Why?"

Xia Houli let out loudly:

"Because I am going to kill you myself! Sprinkle your blood on my martial arts path!"

Xiahouli's attitude was that he had to kill Song Qingshu.

But now his attitude has changed to want to kill Song Qingshu.

One has to.

This is a kind of helpless and forced suffering.

First, I really want to.

This is an expectation and desire.

Song Qingshu didn't know why Xiahouli had this emotional change.

He only knew that the current Xiahouli had become a little different from the beginning.

"The gun!"

Xiahou stretched out his hand and shouted at some place behind Song Qingshu.

With a sound, there was a stick-like body trembling slightly in the distance behind Song Qingshu.

Then came a buzzing sound.

The dark iron spear that had just been cut off by Song Qingshu's sword shook fiercely in the rock.

Immediately this dark iron spear broke free of Shi Yan's obstruction, and flew towards Song Qingshu.

The dark iron spear pierced the cold wind of the river and pierced the ice flowers that had condensed in the air.

Piercing the slightest cold wind, with a sharp whistling sound, it pierced Song Qingshu's head like lightning.

The sharp whistling sound is the sound of breaking the wind, the sound of a sharp gun.

The sharper the sound, the faster the speed. Just listen to the sound from the iron gun.

Song Qingshu knew that even though the speed of this iron gun was not as fast as his own sword, it was terrifying to the extreme.

This moment of life and death.

Song Qingshu's left foot slammed into the thick soil and rock under him.

Then the whole figure turned backward like a windmill, so fast that Xiahouli couldn't observe it carefully.

Then Song Qingshu forcefully lifted the purple blood soft sword that rubbed against the air and emitted red light.

The sword's edge trembled slightly in the gust of wind.

Extremely high temperature came from the blade.

"The Great Wilderness turns the mountain to a decisive battle, and the slash is cut!"

In the face of Xia Houli's simple shot that broke through the air.

What Song Qingshu could think of was the same simple and extremely powerful blow.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword obliquely, holding the hilt in both hands, the veins violent in his hands.

He seems to have lifted a mountain of ten thousand feet.

Then he looked at the iron spear that was trembling slightly in the air, and slashed the sword severely.

Song Qingshu roared as he cut down.

It seemed that he smashed the iron spear, which did not exist in his hand, at the mountain.

A loud clang!

A burst of sparks gleamed from the blade and the tip of the gun.

Song Qingshu's arms twitched with pain.

And the iron gun, which is harder than stainless steel, also bends in an incredible arc.

Xiahouli spit out a mouthful of blood, and the majestic breath suddenly stopped.

Immediately, the extremely weak aura in Xiahouli's hand thickened.

The iron gun that was supposed to fly away let out a soft cry, and then Xia Houli held it in his hand.

A duel between masters.

Obviously there is only a moment, but it always gives people an unusually long illusion.

In fact, only two breaths of time have passed since Xiahouli said half a moment.

Song Qingshu and Xiahouli each experienced the test of life and death.

Song Qingshu raised his slightly trembling arm, and strenuously wiped away the black hair covering his eyes.

"I always think we have been playing for a long time?"

Song Qingshu thought about Xiahouli's several battles, and said indifferently.

Xiahouli spit out a mouthful of blood foam, took a deep breath, and adjusted his body to the best: "It's only time for a stick of incense."

"But it doesn't matter if you think it's too long."

"Because you will never live to the next quarter of an hour."

"Song Qingshu, my blood-breaking method still has half an hour, half an hour, life and death?"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"It doesn't take half a quarter of an hour."

"Next time I fight, I will kill you."

Chapter 355

I will kill you the next time I fight.

This is Song Qingshu's pride, so when he said this, a smug smile was raised at the corner of his mouth.

This sentence is the shame of Xiahouli.

So when he finished listening to Song Qingshu's words, Xiahouli's teeth were itchy.

"I will die next time in a confrontation?"

"Song Qingshu, are you too arrogant?"

Xiahouli's iron spear pierced the breeze in the world, pointed the spear at Song Qingshu's door, frowning.

Song Qingshu shook his head and sneered:

"I never know what arrogance is, and I don't speak arrogantly."

"So what I say is the truth, and everything I do is what I do."

Xiahouli laughed, the laughter pierced the breeze and floating clouds above his head:

"It's a good pair of teeth."

"What a golden core monk!"

"Song Qingshu, the argument of tongues is too meaningless, now, let my spear point and your sword edge speak!"

When saying this.

Every time Xia Houli said a word, his breath would climb upward.

By the time Xiahouli finished speaking the last word, his breath was at the peak of his life.

At this time, he was infinitely close to Yuanying Sixth Layer.

It seems that there is only a thin line between him, and he will be able to exert a fighting power that is dozens of times more than Yuan Ying's fivefold.

Song Qingshu looked at the breathtaking Xia Houli and shook his head slightly: