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"Even if there are thousands of troops and horses galloping, and millions of heroes come with swords, it is just a joke in front of Master Xiahouli!"

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's extremely calm, almost crazy eyes, smiled and shook his head: "It seems that Xiahouli's personality charm is really not shallow."

"Since you are so confident of Xiahouli's strength, then I have to hit you a little bit."

"Chen Kunling! Take a look, what is this?"

Song Qingshu was talking.

While taking out a metal object from the storage bag, he threw it on the ground three feet away in front of Chen Kunling.

That is the tip of a gun.

A silent spearhead that gives a sense of inexplicable weight.

A gun tip that is so sharp that it can be inserted into the rock formation three inches without force.

The tip of the gun is sharp and dazzling.

Under the dappled sunlight on the top of the sky.

There was a faint brilliance on this shiny spear head.

Even if it was far away, it seemed to make people feel chills.

But if it's an ordinary person, just don't look at the gun head.

But in Chen Kunling's eyes.

Since the moment the gun tip appeared, his brain couldn't help but buzz.

It seemed that something had collapsed in his head.

Chen Kunling's feet were vain, and his face was earthy. After he stared at the spear head for a long time, he stammered and said: "This...how did you get this spear head?"

Song Qingshu pointed to the gap between the gun head and the gun body.

Chen Kunling followed the direction of Song Qingshu's fingers and condensed his eyes there.

The muzzle break is not level.

It can be considered a flat surface at first.

But this plane only extends down three minutes.

Then an inexplicable sense of distortion emerged in the muzzle break.

It was the inexplicable twisted mouth that tore apart the tip and body of the iron gun alive.

visible.

In the sword that cut off the head of the gun.

The sword swinger must have cut into the iron gun body with great power.

Then he exhausted, and after a while, he slashed hard.

"You don't have to guess."

"The head of this spear was cut off with a single sword."

"Xiahouli's iron gun was still too hard after all, and cutting off the tip of the gun actually shattered my left shoulder."

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling with a stunned face, completely unaware of what happened, and said with a slight smile.

While Song Qingshu was talking, he thrust the purple blood soft sword into the soil, and then rubbed his shoulder with his right hand.

After listening to Song Qingshu's remarks.

The people behind Chen Kunling suddenly stirred up riots.

"That is actually the head of Master Xiahouli?"

"No, how is this possible! Lord Xiahouli's strength is beyond our imagination, how could he die?"

"If that is really the spearhead of Master Xiahouli, isn't Master Xiahouli now...?"

The significance of Xiahouli to the Black Steel Army.

It is as important as Mo Xie Jia to Black Feather Evil Sect.

As long as he is still there, then no matter how dead or injured the sect talent is, it is not considered a major injury.

But if the person is no longer there, even if the sect does not die, it is still a serious injury.

Song Qingshu listened to the discussion from the Black Steel Army, and couldn't help but gently provoke the corner of his mouth: "Everyone, do you feel shocked?"

"Actually, you have nothing to shock, because now you are just seeing things and thinking about people."

"I couldn't bear to cut off Xiahou's head just now. If not, what you see now is not the iron spear, but..."

Song Qingshu's words just came to his lips, and he still didn't spit it out.

However, Chen Kunling's roar already interrupted Song Qingshu's remarks: "Shut up!"

"Master Xiahouli will never die in your hands, Song Qingshu, don't you be here to confuse the crowd!"

After roaring Song Qingshu.

Listening to the commotion that still existed behind him, Chen Kunling roared behind him like an angry lion: "Enough! Do you really believe that Lord Xiahouli is dead?"

"If you don't believe in the strength of Lord Xiahouli, then I suggest you commit suicide on the spot!"

"If you still feel that you are a member of the Black Steel Army, then you just shut up and quietly wait for the order."

After Chen Kunling finished roaring, the commotion on the hillside suddenly calmed down.

Song Qingshu looked at the madness and enthusiasm in Chen Kunling's eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "Chen Kunling, you are really Xiahouli's obsessive brother. Is it possible that the two of you are good about Longyang?"

When Chen Kunling heard this, he was reluctant to talk nonsense with Song Qingshu.

Because he knew that Xiahouli was dead.

Anyone who knows a little about Xiahouli.

Basically everyone knows that Xiahouli regards his gun as life.

But now Song Qingshu had cut off the head of his spear, and there was no difference in cutting off Xia Houli's head by himself.

But it was precisely because Chen Kunling knew about this that he had to calm down.

Because only a cohesive army has combat effectiveness.

If you want to be cohesive, there can be no riots.

and so.

Xiahouli must live!

Even if it's just living in this confrontation, even if it's just living in the hearts of others.

At this point, Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu's eyes.

Full of resentment and desire to kill.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly:

"It seems that you already knew the truth?"

Chen Kunling said indifferently:

"I don't know anything, I only know that even if you are a goshawk, you will die under the siege of our group of ants!"

Song Qingshu drew out the purple blood soft sword, the sword pointed at Chen Kunling:

"Try it?"

Chapter 363

"Try it?"

"Hahaha, try it!"

"Song Qingshu, you are already half-worn, no matter how strong you are, what can you do?"

"I have more than 980 Jindan cultivators and 16 Yuanying cultivators."

"With so many people, if you chop one by one, I'm afraid your purple blood soft sword will cut the edge of the sword?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing.

Then Chen Kunling shook his fingers slightly, directing the practitioners around Song Qing's body to prepare for the attack.

The men of the Black Steel Army raised the sharp blade in their hands.

The rustling sound of the iron armor collided with Song Qingshu's ears.

The iron gun collided, and the armor rubbed, which was extremely majestic.

The array sound arrangement in the heaven and earth sounded very slightly.

Very subtle, just like the spring breeze and rain, came out quietly.

Although Song Qingshu is now heavy with an iron sword.

In the middle of the formation.

But Song Qingshu still smiled calmly and calmly.

Everything in this world seemed to have nothing to do with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu heard Chen Kunling's provocation.

He fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Chen Kunling's eyes, and smiled seriously: "Thank you."

Song Qingshu is not a good person.

What he said thank you, it has never been the meaningless thank you in the mouth of the world.

So this unremarkable thank you, Chen Kunling couldn't help but start to frighten: "What can I do to thank you!"

Song Qingshu plunged the purple blood soft sword deeply into the soil, and his expression became a little indifferent: "You said that I would cut people and cut the blade. I think it makes sense, so I thank you."

Chen Kunyi raised an eyebrow:

"In that case, why did you put down your sword again?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"Because I thought of another way to kill the enemy."

"It's just that this method is far less aesthetic than swinging a sword."

"So I don't really want to use it."

Chen Kunling looked at the formation at Song Qingshu's feet and had secretly arranged.

He looked at the countless sharp blades surrounding Song Qing's body.

So he looked at Song Qingshu like a dead person:

"As long as you can kill the enemy, what kind of aesthetics can you say?"

"Song Qingshu, let me teach you a lesson, as long as you can accomplish your goal, then you should do whatever you can!"

When Song Qingshu heard the words, he nodded seriously:

"you are right."

"In order to win, I should do whatever it takes."

"So, you all die for me."

When Song Qingshu said this, there was a brilliant smile on his face.

However, the coldness and undisguised killing intent under this sunny smile penetrated Chen Kunling's heart.

So Chen Kunling roared and was about to command the whole army to launch an attack on Song Qingshu.

but.

At his left rear, there was a scream that was louder than his roar.