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"Forced treatment of your stump has changed your fate, and now you are still forcibly using the blood-breaking method to improve your cultivation."

"So, even if you can really win, I'm afraid you won't live for half a year."

"Before you said you would rather kill me if you change my life, but I really don't believe it, so you are really willing?"

Xiahouli was silent when he heard the words, and after a long time did he indifferently open his lips and say:

"Who can be willing?"

"The spring and autumn have been practicing for so many years, and I have fought so many times to forget my life."

"I haven't really enjoyed even one day, how can I be willing now?"

Song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword into the land in front of him, and looked at Xia Houli: "Put down your iron gun, I have a way to save your damaged life origin!"

Being able to survive is naturally a very happy thing.

So Xiahouli's indifferent mouth raised a smile.

It's just that the iron gun in his hand is still tightly held, and he never relaxes even a single point.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but frowned:

"Why? You don't want to live anymore?"

Xia Houli sneered:

"As a soldier, then I don't want to die yet."

"But as a soldier, I would rather die in your hands!"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"You still didn't answer the reason."

Xia Houli was silent for a long time before he said solemnly:

"I want to see how strong you are?"

"I want to see if I will die in the hands of a golden core monk."

Everyone may not have their own pursuit during the long years of his life.

Therefore, those who have pursuits are always more likely to gain the respect of others.

Song Qingshu's pursuit is to be invincible in the world, to seek the supreme position in the world.

So Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others worshipped him.

And Xiahouli's initial pursuit seemed very vague.

He didn't know why he was alive, so he weaved a dream of the best black steel army in the world to lie to himself.

He minimizes his guilt by admitting that he is an unscrupulous soldier.

He might have lived like this forever.

It's not as successful, but it won't be so gloomy.

Until he met Song Qingshu.

Xiahouli used the power of the black steel army to deceive himself.

But that dream was shattered by Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

Xia Houli used the identity of a soldier to cover up his shamelessness.

But this layer of fig leaf was opened directly by Song Qingshu with words.

So Xiahouli was in a moment of anger.

He suddenly let go of the many shackles of the past, feeling quite relieved and relaxed.

Today he really doesn't want to be a soldier, but a real soldier!

This strange emotion can only be understood by the strong.

So Song Qingshu understood.

After listening to Xia Houli's words, Song Qingshu's always indifferent and cold face also rarely showed a smile: "A life and death battle, is it not a soldier or a soldier?"

Xiahou Li nodded fiercely:

"warrior!"

Song Qingshu laughed, and the purple blood soft sword inserted in the stone soared into the air.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and shook it, looking at Xia Houli who was about to shoot:

"Qingshu admire, please!"

After Song Qingshu came down.

There was a sudden violent blast by the river.

The air smashed away, and the cold mist from the several large rivers was blown to pieces like powder.

Xiahouli, who was originally standing here, instantly passed through the powdery snow on the frozen river.

He reached half a foot in front of Song Qingshu, and shouted like thunder, holding a gun in both hands as if holding an iron rod.

He smashed into Song Qingshu unreasonably!

The cold wind howled, and there were several crushing sounds from the ice on the water.

And in the ice that was broken by this gunfire, the river was rolling in horror at this time.

A thunder arc appeared and disappeared under Song Qingshu's feet, and a thick fog seemed to melt into his body.

The former Lei Ling Fengshen legs allowed Song Qingshu to shrink into an inch in an instant.

The latter's clouds and mist made Song Qingshu's figure disappear like a ghost.

After increasing his speed to the limit.

Song Qingshu stepped heavily on the solid ground, and his body suddenly shook.

Holding a knife in both hands... jumped to the top of his head, and slashed at the soldier who had become half an hour.

Xiahou left his face expressionless, he broke the ice on the water surface, and then smashed Song Qingshu with a horizontal spear.

This iron gun contains the infinite power he has acquired at the cost of burning his life.

This iron gun contains his deep feelings and unwillingness to reflect on the past of his life.

Although Song Qingshu is extremely powerful.

But facing Xiahouli's shot like this, he couldn't resist.

He only heard a loud bang, and he jumped into the cold wind of the world, and instantly fell to the ice of the big river at a faster speed!

Nowadays, the dark iron spear is no longer flying between the cold wind and the sky, but is tightly held in Xiahouli's hand.

In perhaps the last battle of his life, Xiahou, who had been a soldier for too long, finally returned to the original world.

The power is endless, and the courage is born in waves, showing the demeanor that a fighter really should have.

At this time, Xiahouli had reached the pinnacle of his life, and his cultivation was close to the Mo Xie Jia that Song Qingshu saw that day.

But after so many battles, Song Qingshu was already a little tired.

So in front of Xiahou Lishe's blow after blow.

Song Qingshu fell into a bitter battle with his hands shaking.

Xiahou Li violently smashed the ice floes, raised his gun and hit it again!

Song Qingshu furiously shattered the floating clouds, raising his sword and cutting again!

Air waves splashed everywhere, sparks blasted from the tip of the gun and the blade.

Chapter 356 The Battle and the Hole on the Ice

How long is half an hour?

In fact, there is not even ten minutes.

If you make a pot of tea, the water may just boil.

If it is used to paint a picture, the paint may have just been adjusted.

If it is used to write a book, it is likely that the pen has not yet touched the surface of the white rice paper.

In the floating scene, even you just took a nap and made a daze.

At this moment, the neighbor's cat squeezed through the narrow stone crack.

Step on a path full of cobblestones and lie in your arms in the mild sunlight.

You play with it, brushing its warm hair, listening to its comfortable hum.

In this way, the semi-daylight scene is almost gone.

Half an hour to think about it, it's really too short and too short.

But in this short half-quarter of an hour.

For Song Qingshu and Xiahouli, it was undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

The surface of the water is full of sword intent and sword style cut by Song Qingshu.

Among them is the calmness of the blue sea and the sky.

There are mountains that rise above the sky.

There are clouds and mists of confusion and sorrow.

Every knife looked extremely simple, but when they flew in the air, they were invincible and terrifying.

But it made people tremble and sweaty.

There is not only sword intent and sword wind on the frozen water.

There is also a little gunshot that is extremely simple.

To skim is to skim, and to nip is to nip.

The dark iron gun of Xiahouli was like the paintbrush of the Danqing Stateshi in his hand.

Countless simple and direct strokes, outlines a magnificent and beautiful picture of the world.

Bursts of light blasted from the edge of the iron spear.

The loud and clear sound oscillated on the glacier.

Every time Song Qingshu and Xia Houli made a move, they seemed to be hitting iron, and there was a sour metal blast.

Splashes of sparks dazzling people's eyes.

"Iron Spear, Jiuyou Thorn!"

Xiahouli roared, and then desperately thrust the iron spear into Song Qingshu's chest.

That iron spear seemed to have turned into a fascinating, life-threatening god of death in an instant.

Brush...

There was a violent sound of wind being pierced in the air, and the speed of the iron gun was extremely fast.

However, within a tenth of the breath, the tip of the gun was about to touch Song Qingshu's body.

Electric light flint room.

Song Qingshu's black eyes instantly turned brown and yellow.

He faintly glanced at this iron gun that broke through the wind:

"Kun Yi sleepy Xianjue, sleepy!"

Following Song Qingshu, he finished reciting this sentence silently in his heart.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was an inexplicable breath immediately wrapped around the tip of the gun.

Kun's artistic conception is like a thick chain, which tightly locks Xiahouli's iron spear.