Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 236
But Song Qingshu only had a light and sharp purple blood soft sword and a pitch-black hell platform.
Apart from that, Song Qingshu had nothing left.
But on the real battlefield, where is fairness?
The powerful figure of Xiahou Liru the monster beast in the sea appeared behind the figure Song Qingshu ran away.
He stepped on the cold river water, swept over a hundred feet, and shot out, smashing Ning Que's back like lightning!
Song Qingshu suddenly turned around in the rush, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, and the other end of the back of the knife in his left hand.
The sword power filled with the whole sword with the artistic conception of Dahuangkun stood horizontally in front of him, trying to block Xiahouli's shot.
With a sharp clang, Song Qingshu's Jian Feng and Xia Houli's gun tip sparkled.
A sharp pain came from Song Qingshu's left shoulder, and the figure flew away, smashing a towering old tree beside the ice of the big river.
boom!
The ancient tree just touched Song Qingshu's figure.
After a roar came, the three-foot-wide towering tree was directly crushed into dust powder.
The wind blows with a little bit of ice, and the tree chips dance with the wind.
Song Qingshu was hit back, pale and vomiting blood.
But looking back at Xiahouli.
He is not much better.
After the crisp sound came, Xia Houli's figure was directly embedded in the thick rock.
Although Xiahouli turned over and broke the rock formation, he climbed out of the rock formation again.
However, his blood stains and scattered hair are enough to prove that Xiahouli's power is no longer as before.
Song Qingshu stood up from the tree shavings supported by his right hand.
Song Qingshu frowned, because the bones all over his body were painful, very painful.
So his face is very white, very white.
But don't know why, he can't see any shadow of death in his eyes.
It is very bright, very bright.
In the life and death battle with Yuanying's six-tier powerhouse, Song Qingshu was really hard, but it was also extremely smooth.
Song Qingshu looked at Xiahouli, who was no longer in power, and smiled bitterly:
"A quarter of an hour has passed, Xiahouli, it seems that you haven't killed me yet?"
Xiahouli snorted coldly:
"You didn't say you wanted to kill me in the next confrontation? Why am I still here?"
Listening to Xia Houli's irony, Song Qingshu still smiled:
"Who would have thought you were so perverted?"
"If it weren't for you to burn your life force twice."
"You are already dead."
"However, it doesn't matter, anyway, I will kill you with the next cut!"
Chapter 358
Xia Houli frowned with depression, and a trace of disdain appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes: "You have said this more than once."
"Song Qingshu, I have to admit that you are really strong, but now I can compete with Lord Mo Yejia."
"Even if you are strong, what's the use?"
Song Qingshu shrugged, unwilling to explain anything.
Some things are too much to say, really meaningless.
Therefore, Song Qingshu just took a deep breath of vitality from the heavens and the earth, and then exhaled a heavy breath.
There was thunder underfoot.
Dense fog scattered around the body.
There was a loud boom.
Song Qingshu was splashed with waves of dust and dust, and his figure wandered like a ghost to Xiahouli's body.
Song Qingshu still felt a little bit of pain on his left shoulder.
So when Song Qingshu desperately ran forward, he let out a cry like a beast.
Song Qingshu turned the endless pain from his left shoulder into unimaginable power, and forcibly turned his right wrist.
The injured left hand was clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife hard.
Song Qingshu is just such a few simple actions.
Jumping, bending sword, fencing.
These three actions seem to be magical.
The light purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed to have gained some vitality in an instant.
Like a smart snake.
Rolling along Xiahouli's iron spear, a series of extremely beautiful swords appeared.
After igniting the light, Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword suppressed Xia Houli's iron spear instead.
At this time, the eight golden dragons entwined in the belly of Song Qingshu burst into endless light.
The endless light never illuminated Song Qingshu's body, so it illuminated the veins and veins in Song Qingshu's body crystal clear.
Streaks of vitality flowed into every part of his body along Song Qingshu's brightly illuminated meridians.
"Kun Yi Kun Xian Jue, lock the sky and cut!"
Song Qingshu locked the movement of all the vitality of heaven and earth in his body at this time.
In addition to the strong vitality condensed in his hands.
The vitality of the rest of Song Qingshu's body was as dry as a desert.
All of a sudden.
The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed no longer a sword.
It was a big world, gathered by Song Qingshu, and severely chopped down Xiahouli.
There is no intention to fabricate any lingering sword style on this sword.
This sword did not deliberately deduct any majestic sword power.
Zhou Mi is like a continuous drizzle, thick as a rocky mountain.
All these swords should have the power, but Song Qingshu's sword can't find anything.
All that can be found is a purple blood soft sword glowing with cold light.
Song Qingshu didn't add a bit of Kun's artistic conception to this sword.
He just attached all his vitality to the sword and cut it out severely.
Looking at such a simple and sharp sword, Xia Houli couldn't help nodding.
He knew that this should be Song Qingshu's confidence in hacking him to death.
"Sword intent is as simple as a child waving blindly!"
"But this sword is really too strong."
"Not to mention the breeze and dew, even the three-inch scene in front of me was chopped and trembling."
"Song Qingshu, are you so strong already?"
"If I don't go all out and make supernormal shots, I am afraid that even if I really die here, it will not be surprising, right?"
Xiahouli looked at the trembling few inches of clear light in front of him, sneered, and muttered.
Stop talking.
Xiahouli's eyes were blood-red, and a beast-like roar was heard in his mouth: "Song Qingshu, even if you use all your means, the five-fold realm of the Nascent Soul is definitely not something that you, the Golden Core monk, can touch!"
Xiahouli's shout echoed above the cold river, shaking the vitality on Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword.
Xia Houli stabbed a shot fiercely, and the iron spear suddenly moved up several inches before shaking back the shot Song Qingshu had cut out with all his strength.
A loud clang!
There was a spark from the tip of the gun and the blade.
The head of the iron spear in Xiahouli's hand was directly cut off by Song Qingshu.
The iron gun, which was originally like a stick, was completely turned into a bare iron rod.
The iron spear is no longer the lingering and mighty one before. Take a cursory look.
The iron spear with uneven fracture also made people feel a little embarrassed and funny.
And the Purple Blood Soft Sword was also alive to be shaken back by the iron spear.
No matter how strong the sword power on the purple blood soft sword was, the swinging sword body was still ten feet away from Xiahou.
in this way.
How could it be possible to cut Xiahouli?
The Purple Blood Soft Sword trembled fiercely in Song Qingshu's palm.
The roughness at the hilt shattered the cocoon on Song Qingshu's hand
There was a pain in Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth, and blood flowed out of it.
I don't know it was the blood in Song Qingshu's palm that acted as a lubricant.
Still fighting until now, he has already lost his strength.
In short, in the cold wind, Song Qingshu's figure flew backwards.
But the purple blood soft sword in his hand also got out.
The purple blood soft sword drew a graceful curve in the air, and then inserted it several feet away from Song Qingshu.
The sword hilt was dripping with blood, and Song Qingshu was rotten meat at the tiger's mouth.
"Your sword still didn't kill me!"
"Not only that, but the sword that you have been holding in your hand has also left you."
"You have no less than twenty bones broken."
"After another cup of tea, the Black Steel Army will surround you."
"Song Qingshu, now, what reason do you have for not dying?"
Xia Houli held the iron gun with only the body of the gun, walked up to Song Qing's writing, and said blankly.
"Hahaha...hahahaha."
Song Qingshu supported the ground with his rotten palm, and struggled to turn over.
While turning over, Song Qingshu coughed fiercely.
At the end of the cough, a mouthful of blood foamed from Song Qingshu's mouth.
Seeing the blood all over the floor, Song Qingshu laughed happily.
Xiahouli frowned and raised the iron rod to Song Qingshu's head:
"The next stick you will have your head blooming, how can you still laugh?"
Song Qingshu glanced at Xiahouli, disdainfully said: