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There is only a skeleton, and a wrinkled human skin.

Song Qingshu looked at Xiahouli who had died so miserably, and shook his head:

"Finally died..."

At the end of Song Qingshu's words, there was a prolonged ending.

As if unsuccessfully sighed and reluctant to give up.

It is also like the admiration and relaxation of the clear sky after finally removing the clouds and mist.

Or it may be reminiscence and sentimental melancholy.

Of course, it is more likely that these several emotions are all mixed in this ending.

After sighing over this sentence.

Song Qingshu's legs were also weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face was pale, and he couldn't stop gasping for breath.

The battle of Yu Xiahouli made Song Qingshu deeply realize:

"Although I have a variety of methods and abilities."

"But Yuan Ying's five-fold sky grab is still too far away from himself."

Xiahouli had the blood-breaking method, so he stepped half-foot into the realm of Yuan Ying's sixth layer.

So what if Mo Yejia also had a similar method to improve his cultivation?

If Mo Xiejia stepped into the seventh heaven of Yuan Ying, then Song Qingshu would be really desperate.

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu couldn't help shaking his head:

"No! No!"

"To deal with Mo Xie Jia, I must rise to the peak of the Nine Golden Core in the few remaining time!"

"A Xiahouli has already made me so embarrassed, if Mo Xiejia is also so evil..."

Song Qingshu said something in his head.

He took out a healing pill from his storage bag and swallowed it into his abdomen.

With the medicinal effect of the pill, he adjusted the injury in his body.

In a short while, most of Song Qingshu's most serious injuries had healed.

Feeling that it will take a while to recover from other injuries, Song Qingshu does not plan to be treated here.

after all.

The group of people on the mountain is almost here.

Song Qingshu stood upright and released his palms.

With a light hum, the purple blood soft sword inserted into the ground returned to Song Qingshu's hand.

Then Song Qingshu moved lightly and walked slowly to Xiahouli's corpse.

Now Song Qingshu has realized the sword power of Kunyiyijian.

He himself cannot understand Kunyi Avenue any further.

So it seemed that he just moved slightly.

But his figure has been in a cloud and thunder arc.

But in a blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu had already arrived in front of Xiahouli from two hundred feet away.

Really shrink into inches.

Never soared into the air.

But now Song Qingshu's speed has exceeded the speed of teleportation.

Terrible.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who fell on the ground with a cold expression like snow.

The purple blood soft sword shook in front of Xiahouli's neck, as if it would cut it off at any time.

Someone will come soon.

Song Qingshu intends to use Xiahouli's head to scare the group of people first.

Like the commander He, he was strung on the blade with a purple blood soft sword.

I don't know why.

Song Qingshu's sword swayed from Xiahou's neck for a long time.

There was no light red line from Xiahou's neck.

Song Qingshu's hands violently violently blue veins, and then gradually fell:

"Xiahouli, you died as a soldier. This is your greatness and stupidity."

"I don't want to insult a soldier."

"Although you realized your pursuit only in life and death, as long as you want something, it is worthy of respect."

"Qing Shu, to you."

Song Qingshu's mind is full of thoughts.

In the end, he still didn't insert the sword into Xiahouli's neck.

He just sighed faintly, then turned and stepped on the mountain peak of the Black Steel Army.

The bloody river, the man who pursued, and the bare iron gun.

They were all left behind by Song Qingshu.

After breaking through dozens of scattered arrays.

Song Qingshu walked to the hillside of the Black Steel Army.

It is quite spacious and the terrain is very flat, suitable for martial arts.

Here is densely covered with trees and bright clouds on the dome, suitable for sun exposure.

The distant rustled, the man in heavy armor came, looking cold.

Then a group of people came, and the noise of the crowd disturbed the dust, and Song Qingshu was indifferent.

It is suitable for the sun, but Song Qingshu never brought carpets.

This is suitable for martial arts practice, but Song Qingshu is a bit boring and tired.

It's not suitable for killing people here, but Song Qingshu still wants to kill people.

One of the people coming from afar in heavy blue armor looked at Song Qingshu in blood, frowned, and walked past the noise of the crowd: "Song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu looked up at the sun pouring down in the floating clouds and ignored it.

The blue heavy armor frowned:

"Song Qingshu is here!"

"Where is Lord Xiahou Li?"

"How did you get up?"

"Can you be guilty?"

Song Qingshu was not in the mood to answer him, so Song Qingshu only took a mouthful:

"who are you?"

The blue heavy armour looked at the unconcealable tiredness deep in Song Qingshu's eyes, and smiled like he was holding the winning ticket: "Commander of the Black Steel Army! Liu Buping! I am here to kill you on the order of Lord Xiahouli."

Song Qingshu felt that this person's laughter was unpleasant, and he was a little tired, so he asked a little trivially: "What's so funny?"

Liu Buping waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to slowly besie Song Qingshu.

When Song Qingshu was already in his encirclement, Liu Bupingfang said, "Because I didn't expect that you have become a useless person."

"Oh, that's not right."

"It should be a handicapped person, a handicapped person who is physically and mentally weak."

"And Master Xiahouli actually used our thousand-member black steel army to encircle a disabled person, so I think it's funny."

Song Qingshu sneered:

"So you think I can't kill you?"

Liu Buping laughed loudly:

"I was praised by Master Xiahouli of being invincible at the same level, and I was only a time difference from Yuanying Five Layer."

"And you are just a crippled Golden Core Eightfold."

"How do you kill me?"

Liu Buping's laughter seemed to infect others.

Listening to his laughter, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing.

Halfway through his laugh, Song Qingshu felt a little annoyed in his chest.

So he started coughing.

"cough!"

Song Qingshu bowed his head and coughed, bending down.

Song Qingshu suffered a serious internal injury, and his pain can be heard from his cough.

Liu Buping listened to Song Qingshu's cough, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes.

Song Qingshu continued to cough, his voice changed from one to two.

Liu Buping's pupils shrank suddenly, his disdain turned into despair and terror.

Because there is a red line around his neck...

Chapter 361

Song Qingshu was wounded in the body, blood entered into the lungs, and from the coughing, he could hear his current weakness and weakness.

But Liu Buping, who was originally arrogant and complacent, didn't make a move.

Because with each cough of Song Qingshu.

There will be an extra red line on Liu Buping's body.

The red line was cut on Liu Buping's heavy armor at first.

The heavy armor engraved with exquisite charms dimmed suddenly.

Liu Buping wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

Because there was a red thread cut on his neck.

Song Qingshu continued to cough and his voice grew louder.

The fear in Liu Buping's eyes is beyond words.

Then a red line appeared between Liu Buping's eyebrows.

Red lines appeared in his eyes, one in his hand holding the sword, and another on the sword.