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Before the moment when Feijian was present.

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth squirmed, and he spoke to the cornucopia in a succinct manner.

Then, there was an extremely vague force that covered Song Qingshu's body.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...

Nearly a hundred crisp and dull sword strikes sounded continuously or almost simultaneously!

It was like a rush of war hymns that sounded in Song Qingshu's ears.

The sword's edge Ling Ling Wuji, when they descended from the sky, they brought great speed and strength.

Take the distance between the sky and the earth as the trend.

Take the speed of impact straight down as energy.

Then take hundreds of thousands of quantities as quality.

The sword maker only pursues a quantitative change.

They just want to see the happy scene of Song Qingshu being cut to death by a chaotic sword.

But just before so many swords could stab Song Qingshu, the sword's edge was only three hairs away from Song Qingshu's body.

The broken copper basin in Song Qingshu's hand was radiant!

So taking Song Qingshu as a circle, hundreds of miles around it became a circle.

The heaven and earth vitality in the circle came directly towards Song Qingshu.

An invisible vitality armor was formed on Song Qingshu's body, covering Song Qingshu's flesh and blood.

A sour metal rubbing sound.

Those swordsmen with high hopes burst out of endless sparks.

But even Song Qingshu's skin has never been touched.

The hundreds of swordsmen are naturally unwilling.

So they squeezed the sword firmly, sternly, and wanted to push the sword one more point.

The huge impact was transmitted to Song Qingshu's vitality armor invisibly.

At this moment, the cornucopia shines brighter!

Wow!

The vitality armor on Song Qingshu's body suddenly exploded.

The strength of the sword blades acting on it was instantly fed back to these swords.

So the sword snapped and bent down like a straw.

So someone vomited blood and fainted and lay down without knowing the life or death.

Song Qingshu stood still in place.

Chapter 369

The original sharp and beautiful and mighty flying sword.

After hitting the vitality armor that was born from the cornucopia on Song Qingshu's body.

At this time, they have become distorted swords on the ground.

Hundreds of black steel army powerhouses who stood proudly and squeezed the sword in their hands.

After their flying sword hit the layer of vitality armor on Song Qingshu's body.

At this time they also fell to the ground, fainting and convulsing, not knowing their life or death.

"what!"

A violent sound rang around Song Qing's body.

The strong man in heavy gray armor had already reached Song Qingshu's side.

He was holding an epee that was wider than a human and three inches thicker.

Epee never opened the front.

So it can be said that he is holding a heavy ruler.

After Liu Buping and Chen Kunling, the strong in gray heavy armor is the strongest among the still alive in the Black Steel Army.

So after Feijian's offensive was exhausted, he came to Song Qingshu the fastest.

The gray heavy armored man did not call Song Qingshu, because he had to concentrate on making a sword.

In the violent sound.

The gray heavy armored man lifted the heavy ruler and fell sharply.

The heavy ruler in his hand violently swung out, swaying a nearly perfect curve in the air.

There was no aura in the curve, and there was a loud noise like thunder from the head of the ruler.

What the heavy ruler carries is not sword power or sword energy, but heavy power.

So this heavy ruler is not cutting.

Chopping can only cut the sound of breaking wind, not a perfect curve.

Not split.

Splitting is particular about slashing down, like slashing like a mountain and a tree.

Not cut.

What cutting needs is softness and sharpness. A heavy ruler hasn't even opened a blade before. How can it be considered gentle and sharp?

Not to cut.

The cutting force pays attention to moving clouds and flowing water and the sword power is endless. This heavy ruler is less than a hundred catties, how to cut?

So, when this heavy ruler is lifted.

It can only have one way out.

That is smashing!

The heavy sword is wide and thick, like a ruler.

When it fell in the air, it looked like thunder.

A gale suddenly emerged at Song Qing's writing gate.

The small rocks on the ground rolled around in fear of the heavy ruler.

Song Qingshu looked at this heavy ruler.

He found it very interesting.

So Song Qingshu's face raised a chuckle.

This heavy sword is not like those swords that Song Qingshu had seen before.

Those swords must be light and sharp.

Either sharp as ice and cold like thunder.

However, this sword is extremely simple and clumsy.

But the person who produced the sword was already a four-strength Yuan Ying.

So this simple and clumsy sword must have his taste.

In order to personally experience the taste of heavy feet.

Song Qingshu put down the purple blood soft sword.

Raised his palm.

Song Qingshu didn't take it seriously.

Just simply slapped a palm at the booming heavy ruler.

There are mists and mists on the palm.

There are wild mountains on the palm.

There is a rising tide on the palm of the sea.

Song Qingshu flung out a palm lightly and slapped it on the heavy blade that hit him.

Then the edge of the epee that couldn't open the front was concave.

Then the head of the epee was flattened.

The blade was bent.

The blue veins on the arm of the gray heavy armored man bulged like hemp rope, roaring.

But in the roar.

Song Qingshu's light and fluttering palm is inexhaustible, and it seems that it will never fade.

Song Qingshu's palm broke the heavy ruler and landed lightly on the gray heavy armor.

boom!

The gray heavy armor exploded into fine powder all over the sky.

Without the armor, he was like a meteorite.

Flying backwards slammed into the crowd behind him, smashing an unknown number of people in one breath.

Then hit the boulder on the hillside, smashing the boulder.

"You have a strong palm!"

"But after breaking my iron sword and shattering my iron armor, the momentum suddenly reduced. This shows that you are not strong at all!"

After a while.

The strong man half stood up, looked at Song Qingshu and said with disdain.

Song Qingshu did not look at him, but looked around like a lion.

After Song Qingshu found that no one dared to do anything to him, he turned his head and looked at the strong man with the heavy sword.

Song Qingshu snorted and opened her lips indifferently:

"One more sword?"

Hearing the words, the heavy gray armored man frowned, then pressed his hands on the ground and stood up persistently.

Someone passed a new epee from behind.

The gray heavy armored man held it expressionlessly, and then the sword edge pointed at Song Qingshu: "One more sword, you can take it..."

Not a word.

A look of despair and disbelief appeared in the eyes of this heavy gray man.

Then he couldn't speak anymore, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

With a pop.

The strong gray armor spit out a mouthful of blood.

"vomit."

Immediately, the gray heavy armored man knelt on the ground and vomited another mouthful of blood.

There are visceral residues in the blood, and it is as dark as jade.

Then there is no more.

The heavy gray man fell into a pool of blood, paralyzed into a mass of rotten flesh.

Song Qingshu turned his gaze, quietly dropped a word: