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Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 235
The dark iron gun was frozen in the air, as if frozen by the cold wind.
No matter how hard Xia Houli pushed forward, he couldn't point the iron spear at Song Qingshu more than an inch.
There was a faint hum from the iron gun, and the gun body trembled uncontrollably.
As Xiahouli pushed hard, the dark iron gun in his hand gradually bends down.
It can be seen what terrible power is on this dark iron gun.
"what!"
Song Qingshu used the vitality of heaven and earth to lock Xiahouli's iron spear.
It is tantamount to resisting the huge rock rolling down on the mountain with one hand.
He just resisted it for a moment, a cold sweat broke out on his head, and his clothes got wet.
But now that Xiahouli held an iron gun and the empty door in front of him opened, how could Song Qingshu miss this opportunity?
Although Song Qingshu's body was unable to move because he was contending with Xiahouli's iron gun.
But he still has Hell Terrace!
So Song Qingshu let out a cold cry, and the platform of Hell was up and down in the void behind him.
So Song Qingshu thought for a while, and the hell platform had already broken away, carrying the cold wind against Xiahou Li.
"Gravity ring! Ten times the gravity bonus!"
The figure of Hell Terrace swelled with the wind, but within half a breath it grew into a hill.
Just when the platform of hell was about to hit Xiahouli.
The jade ring on Song Qingshu's right finger exudes red brilliance.
The Hell Terrace was illuminated by red light, and the heavy feeling in it became more real.
Although Xiahouli had not touched the iron fist on this hell platform, he seemed to be able to feel the extraordinary of the hell platform: "Very strong! Very heavy!"
Xia Houli murmured a few words in admiration as he looked at the Hell Terrace that he smashed into.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly:
"If you dare to catch it, then you will know it is stronger and heavier than you think!"
Hell Terrace is a pride of Song Qingshu.
It can be said that there are countless corpses under it.
In fact, Song Qingshu just had countless ways to attack Xiahouli.
Although Song Qingshu's figure was locked in place and immovable.
But his sword intent can still travel thousands of miles away.
His incomparable killing intent can still make a killing blow.
But Song Qingshu chose Hell Terrace.
Relying on this alone, one can see Song Qingshu's confidence in Hell Terrace.
Facing Song Qingshu's so confident and proud hell platform, Xia Houli admired him.
I also felt the shadow of death tangibly.
So what does he do?
His iron spear was locked tightly by Song Qingshu.
All he has left is his fist.
Thought of this.
Xia Houli released the iron gun he was holding tightly in his hand, simply.
Xiahou still had a smile on his face when the iron gun left his hand.
Because now he has only one method left, then this method should be the best method.
Xia Houli clenched his fist as large as a sea bowl, and the green veins on his left arm violently violently resembled twine ropes.
"Song Qingshu!"
Xia Houli roared at Song Qingshu's name, then broke the wind with an iron fist, and smashed at the platform of hell.
Although Xiahouli's iron fist was big, it was in contrast with the Hell Terrace.
It seemed so small, like a small rock colliding with a mountain.
clang!
Shout!
Xia Houli's left hand bones were all broken, and the bones in his palm were broken into scum.
And the Hell Terrace was also deeply recessed and flew away towards the sky.
Song Qingshu felt the vibration from the hell platform, and a irritability came from his chest, his face was pale, and he almost vomited blood.
At that moment, Song Qingshu's brown eyes turned into night-like darkness again.
Xiahouli felt that there was no longer the suppression and entanglement of heaven and earth vitality on the iron gun.
Regardless of the pain in his left palm, he directly stretched out his right hand to hold the iron gun.
He roared like a wounded lion, raised his iron spear and drew it at Song Qingshu like a stick.
Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword to hold the infinite power of the gun.
However, after a violent cry.
Song Qingshu's Jianfeng was photographed on the ice of the big river along with Song Qingshu.
Snapped!
The ice shattered a big hole, and Song Qingshu's figure no longer disappeared.
The cold wind gusts on the ice, blowing Xiahouli's hair, blowing through his naked chest, and blowing through his indifferent eyes.
Chapter 357
The water in the dark hole of the big river was shaking uneasily.
A thin film of newly frozen ice floated above the water.
With a thump, Song Qingshu was smashed into the cold lake water and splashed with waves.
Xiahouli looked at the hole on the ice of the big river and snorted coldly after waiting for a long time: "Song Qingshu! You don't need to pretend to be dead. If you die so easily, then you should have died long ago. Why do you need to wait until this time?! "
"Come out! Take advantage of my fighting spirit now, and my strength is at the peak of my life!"
Xiahouli's roar resounded above the frozen water, and countless fine lines cracked on the ice.
All of a sudden, the original thick ice layer was shattered into fine ice powder snowflakes.
The brushing cold wind blew the ice powder and snowflakes into the air.
After Xiahouli finished shouting, the snow flying around slowly fell.
The big river under the slightly slanting daylight restored its former tranquility, and there was no more thunderous clash of swords and guns.
On the river, there are no two figures who are dying for their lives.From the caves in the big river, the sound of the river water was soft, as if it became colder than before.
Looking at the calm river.
Xiahouli suddenly felt very cold.
This cold was not because he was naked, and the cold wind kept beating his body.
The reason why the big river is frozen.
It was originally because of the chill released by Xiahouli's blood-breaking magic group.
What's more, he is now infinitely close to the powerhouse of Yuan Ying Sixth Layer.Even if Li Zhan and Tang Xun attacked him at the same time, Xia Houli would not feel worried.
So the reason why he felt cold was more of a threat from Song Qingshu.
A lone wolf hidden in the middle of the night and dense forest.
Far more powerful than terrifying than a tiger exposed in the sun.
Thought of this.
Xiahouli didn't think about it anymore.
As a cold wind hit, Xiahouli did not hesitate and fell into the lake with an iron gun in his hand.
I don't know how long it took, a sound rang out from the dead river.
The sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it was like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground, a very soft squeak.
With this creak.
A bulge appeared on the flat river.
Then the creaking became a loud bang.
From time to time, the ice on the river arched and then fell.
It seems that there is an invisible giant hand constantly tapping from the lake below, trying to smash the ice through.
A finger-thick layer of ice was shaken up by the huge force like a wound, and rolled onto the ice next to it.
The surface of the river kept rolling, like a tsunami sound.
The previously quiet river of several tens of meters wide suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming, and the storms continued!
A dark shadow rushed out of the crack in the ice, but fell heavily into the snow.
That was Song Qingshu who just hid in the river!
The white coat on his body was first splattered red with blood.
But now it is already soaked.
In the cold river water, Song Qingshu seemed to have encountered an extremely terrifying force.
That power tore at his white clothes woven from sky silk.
Now the thin white clothes have been torn, almost unable to cover their bodies.
The clothes were torn off, and the naked body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake water.
Song Qingshu's right hand violently pressed the water surface, his figure shot up like a feather arrow, and instantly he was nearly a hundred feet away from the ice surface of the river.
At this moment, a loud noise rang behind Song Qingshu.
The few ice floes left on the surface of the big river were lifted directly, and the cold lake water overflowed the river bank.
Song Qingshu glanced at the figure of the man behind him, couldn't help but cursed directly in the anger in his heart: "Damn it!"
"Xiahouli, who never wanted to be infinitely close to Yuanying Sixth Layer, is actually so strong."
"I just wanted to put a formation in the water too late...Xiahouli, you are really strong."
In fact, this battle was unfair to Song Qingshu from the beginning.
Because before meeting Xiahouli, Song Qingshu had already killed too many people.
He was a little numb when he was successful, and the Purple Blood Soft Sword trembled slightly.
But Xiahouli was full of spirits, waiting for work with ease.
And the battle is on the way.
Xiahouli also figured out some things, and these things made Xiahouli decide to fight for his life.
So Song Qingshu met the most terrifying opponent he had ever encountered in his life.
So in this battle.
Xiahouli has actually occupied the sky, the right place, and the people.
He has everything that is good for fighting.