Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 237
"You said that I have broken more than 20 bones, but your bones are already intact, right?"
"Your blood-breaking method has swallowed all your blood, Xiahouli, you won't survive today."
"So you are so proud to ask me how to not die, am I not funny?"
Xia Houli looked indifferent, without even a trace of mood swings:
"What about death? It's my honor to die as a soldier."
Hear here.
Song Qingshu nodded:
"What you said is pretty good."
"I am indeed caught in the embarrassment of near death."
"But there is one thing you said wrong."
Xia Houli smiled coldly:
"Where did I say wrong?"
Song Qingshu looked at Xiahouli and said seriously:
"My sword is not finished yet!"
Immediately, Song Qingshu's rotten palms were joined together into a hand knife, and they slammed into Xiahou's abdomen!
Chapter 359 Hand Sword?Kun Yiyijian
Today's Xia Houli is already seriously injured, and his strength is nowhere near the tenth or two-thirds when he played against Song Qingshu.
In this battle, Song Qingshu Jing's strength has been greatly weakened.
But both of them, after all, are two men who are enough to aspire to the top in this world.
Even if the Goshawk is severely injured, it can still scream and fly above the clear sky.
Even if both of them are seriously injured now, the battle between the two of them is enough to shock the world.
Watching Song Qingshu stabbed at him with his palm.
Xia Houli roared, his knees bent slightly, his face was pale, and the mud under his feet was stepped into: "Die!"
Xiahouli knew that Song Qingshu was not easy.
Therefore, although he extremely despised Song Qingshu strategically, he was not as good as a waste.
But in terms of tactics, Xia Houli never dared to relax his vigilance against Song Qingshu for even a moment.
Watching Song Qingshu stabbed him directly with his palm as a blade.
Xiahouli immediately used the energy of his whole body and the vitality of the world, and used an iron spear to fiercely draw his head at Song Qingshu.
As long as Xiahouli's iron rod touched Song Qingshu's head for an instant.
Then Song Qingshu's head would be directly exploded, which is beyond doubt.
But at this moment.
Xia Houli let out an extremely stern scream, and the power of the iron rod suddenly dissipated in the air, hitting it on the left side of Song Qingshu's head.
Xiahouli roared and jumped behind him.
A bloody flower spurted from his lower abdomen, and the bloody flower was scattered in the cold wind.
When the blood flower fell on the ground, it was as beautiful as a blossoming little red flower on the ground.
Xiahou staggered away and retreated suddenly in the cold wind, retreating nearly two hundred feet in a short while.
So a row of small red flowers grew on the ground of two hundred meters.
The spurting blood dragged a long line of blood on the cold road.
At the previous moment.
Song Qingshu's tattered palm suddenly became extraordinarily unreasonable.
At that time, the wind swayed by Xiahouli's iron rod had hit Song Qingshu's face.
There was no longer the annoying purple blood soft sword between the iron rod and Song Qingshu's head.
So Xia Houli was about to smash Song Qingshu's head with a stick.
But at this moment.
Song Qingshu's palm has been pulled out of Xiahouli's abdomen.
Xiahouli's iron rod still stayed at the position just now.
There was not even a slight movement, as if the iron rod was frozen by the cold wind.
Song Qingshu pulled out his palm and returned to the position he had just now.
There was a big hole in his abdomen, and the cold wind blew into the hole, with an indescribable chill.
So far, Xiahouli just reacted.
So Xiahouli's iron rod in his hand deviated from the track it should have.
Then he retreated abruptly, hundreds of feet away.
With lightning, it is no longer possible to describe the rapidity of Song Qingshu's palm just now.
It is a sense of momentum that transcends speed.
From Song Qingshu's release to the closing of the palm, the whole process was so unremarkable.
But it was so natural.
No matter how Xiahouli recalled, he couldn't see the moment Song Qingshu's palm was inserted into his body.
It seems that Song Qingshu's palm has actually been growing between Xiahouli's lower abdomen.
Only just now did he show his whereabouts from his belly.
Riverside.
Xia Houli stepped on the floating ice, holding his bloody abdomen with his hand, his face was pale, in disbelief, and asked, "What kind of knife is this!"
Xiahouli didn't ask what kind of palm it was, let alone what trick it was.
He directly asked what kind of knife it was.
Because only a knife in the world can do such a powerful offensive.
Only when the sword intent is condensed to the extreme, can it cut such an invincible sword.
Song Qingshu listened to Xia Houli's roar and smiled slightly:
"My hand knife."
Xiahou furrowed his eyebrows:
"When did you learn such a powerful sword intent?"
"If you have learned such a sword long ago, then you could have assassinated me under the sword long ago, why bother?"
"Song Qingshu, how strong are you?"
Song Qingshu shrugged:
"I just learned that when the Purple Blood Soft Sword was picked up by you, I realized it."
Xia Houli coughed out a mouthful of blood, his legs were soft, and he knelt on the ice floes, blood coming out of his abdomen.
Rao is so, Xia Houli still tried his best to raise his head:
"What did you realize?"
Hearing this, Song Qingshu looked at the purple blood soft sword inserted in the distance.
Thinking of his helplessness when the Purple Blood Soft Sword was just released.
And at that moment, the initiation of Kun's artistic conception.
So Song Qingshu fell into a long silence. After a long time, Song Qingshu opened his lips and said: "I realized a sword, the pinnacle of Kun's artistic conception."
"Kunyi Avenue never emphasizes speed or momentum."
"So after I broke through the thick clouds and fog, and over the mountains."
"I saw that sword, an unstoppable sword."
"So I learned the fiber of that sword, and I happened to have no sword in my hand."
"So I got a hand knife."
Although Xiahouli's own realm had reached the fifth level of Yuan Ying.
But his understanding of the Dao rules is even worse than Song Qingshu's one ten thousandth.
So after listening to Song Qingshu's words, Xia Houli's brows couldn't help but tighten: "Ahem...How is this possible? Your sword is so clear that it is so unpredictable to the naked eye."
"Such a sword, how could it be that your mouth does not emphasize speed and heavy sword force?"
"Song Qingshu, don't fool me!"
Song Qingshu looked at the blood flowing from Xiahouli's abdomen like spring water, and shook his head boringly, "Why should I lie to you?"
"You are all dead."
When Xiahouli heard this, he was about to refute something.
But there was always blood flowing between his fingers.
The pain in his abdomen, and the artistic conception of Kun in Song Qingshu's mouth still eroded his body.
Feel all of this.
Xiahou could not help but frowned, and opened his lips to say something.
However, his lips squirmed just a few times, and he fell directly to the ground, speechless.
Xiahouli's full head of blue silk turned into white hair again.
His strong physique collapsed instantly.
He used to be a mighty man like a mountain, but now he looks more like a weather-beaten old man.
Sitting on the spot, Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli's body trembling in the cold wind, frowned and said, "You are the first opponent that makes me feel difficult."
"I was the first Nascent Soul five-fold powerhouse I killed."
"He was the first person to almost drive me into desperation."
"You are also the man who made me realize Kun Yijian."
"Since you let me experience so many first times, then Xiahouli, did you die well?"
When Xiahouli heard this, he seemed to be unwilling to lift up his skinny palm, wanting to do something.
But he just moved, and the blood in his belly stained the frozen river...
Chapter 360 Disability and Red Line
The more Xiahouli struggled to stand up, the more blood flowed out of his belly.
At the beginning, Xiahouli relied on his superb cultivation.
He can also suppress the crack in his belly with his own vitality.
But with the advent of side effects of the method of breaking blood.
The flesh and blood in Xia Houli's body was completely consumed, and the vitality in his body was directly dried up.
However, after a few breaths, Xiahouli, who could have been able to move for a long time, stopped struggling in a pool of blood.
The flesh and blood in his whole body disappeared.