Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 247
"Obviously all the bones in his body are broken, and he is still brave, how stupid?"
There was dead silence on the hillside.
So far, the last three Nascent Soul Quadruple Powerhouses of the Black Steel Army were all killed.
One died under the cough of Song Qingshu.
One died under the thoughts of Song Qingshu.
One who died under the palm of Song Qingshu.
Today, only a group of defeated generals of the Black Steel Army who can stand before Song Qing's writing.
but.
Still have to fight.
This is the belief of their Black Steel Army.
In Song Qingshu's words, it was the stupidity of these black steel soldiers.
So what followed was a very boring battle.
Song Qingshu only cares about killing.
Killing without stopping.
Killed to pieces.
Cut the purple blood soft sword Jian Feng slightly.
The smashed hell platform was full of blood.
The flat terrain of the hill was broken.
The quiet meaning of Qiulin was disturbed.
Song Qingshu kept carrying the sword.
Keep waving.
Has been controlling the hell platform flying all over the sky.
He was suddenly monotonous, and he found such things very boring.
Especially when he became a blood man all over his body, and those who had enemies also had their own.
He felt bored.
But boring, still have to kill!
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects a Nascent Soul Dual Undead and gains 12454 resuscitation experience points."
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects one of the Nine Golden Core Undead, and gains 9554 Recovery Experience Points."
"Ding, Hell Terrace collects one Yuan Ying triple undead, gaining 13548 resuscitation experience points."
...
"Ding, the Hell Terrace is resurrected, and the Hell Terrace is now level 15."
In this boring and monotonous slaughter, the system's prompt sound repeatedly sounded.
The tone is monotonous.
Representing Song Qingshu's strength is getting stronger...
And now such a monotonous massacre.
But it also represents the strength of Song Qingshu, so he has to do it even if it is boring.
The sun on the hill moved westward, and the color of the sky became ruddy.
The light spreading on the hillside became much redder and warmer without knowing it.
The red warm is full of corpses and blood, and the corpses lying on the ground are piled into a hill.
Among the broken limbs.
Song Qingshu stood with a sword, looking at the few enemies in the end like Shura, indifferently: "Is there anyone who wants to die?"
"bring it on."
Chapter 370
On the hills in the twilight, the smell of blood rushed to the sky.
There is a red cloud on the hillside, which seems to be stained with blood.
In fact, it is true, blood is all over the mountain.
After the death of that gray heavy armored man.
Song Qingshu kept swinging his sword to kill the enemy.
From the blazing sun at noon to the setting sun red warm.
The Black Steel Army killed at least nearly 800 people.
More than eight hundred people sounded like they were insignificant.
But if eight hundred soldiers stand in front of you, then you can know.
More than eight hundred people are all in the dark.
There are more than 800 people, and it is also more than 800 knives, more than 800 palms, and more than 800 killing intent.
This is a big number.
So Song Qingshu is really tired now.
The blade of his purple blood soft sword stuck in the soil, supporting his body from falling down.
His legs were a little vain, as if they would fall down at any time.
But Song Qingshu can't fall down yet.
Because there are still people standing in front of him, he has to stand still.
Dozens of nearly one hundred monks were holding iron swords, looking at Song Qingshu bloodlessly, shaking with sharp swords in their hands.
"Who else wants to die?"
"bring it on."
Song Qingshu looked at the group of monks whose hands were shaking slightly, frowned in disgust, and then spoke.
It seemed like a provocation.
If this group of proud black steel soldiers usually hear this.
He would inevitably drew his sword after a scream.
But now it seems.
Song Qingshu's mumbling was more like an invitation.
An invitation from the god of death.
They can almost be sure.
If he nodded, Song Qingshu's already-cut purple blood soft sword would cut his neck.
The Reaper will have his own name on the name list.
So after Song Qingshu finished saying this sentence.
No one dared to respond.
There was dead silence on the mountain plateau, and the breeze came slowly, and the rustling sound rang in the ears of Song Qingshu and the dozens of people.
Song Qingshu drew up the purple blood soft sword, sprinkling the dirt.
"Does anyone want to die? Good."
"You, say, where is the black steel army's arsenal?"
Under the bloody setting sun, Song Qingshu pointed his sword at a warrior in ordinary heavy armor among dozens of people, and said with open lips.
Song Qingshu not only felt physically and mentally exhausted after today's battle.
And in the dark, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the threshold of the Nine Layers of Golden Core.
The ninth golden dragon on top of his golden core is already visible in the thick clouds.
Song Qingshu knew.
He only needs one more step before he can step into the ninth layer of the Golden Core from the eighth layer of the Golden Core, and finally even see the gate of the Nascent Soul Realm.
To further control the great atmosphere between heaven and earth, step into the realm of heaven and human, Song Qingshu must have a large amount of pure energy supply.
And it must be faster and faster.
Opportunities will be missed at any time.
If Song Qingshu does not seize this opportunity.
Then I am afraid that the ninth golden dragon on the golden core will be hidden in the thick fog again.
And meet the above conditions.
Except for the military warehouse used by the Black Steel Army to store various monastic tools, I am afraid there is nowhere else.
"Hmph! You...you dreamed that even if I waited to die here, how could the General Military Affairs Office tell you!"
The person pointed at by Song Qingshu Jianfeng was slightly taken aback, and then roared at Song Qingshu.
There was a splash of foam stars in his mouth, which matched his generous statement.
Coupled with his blushing scolding, this man's scolding sound seemed quite majestic and just awe-inspiring.
However, Song Qingshu, who was being scolded by him, only frowned slightly: "Say or not?"
That man just Ling Ran, proudly leaning forward:
"Did not say!"
Song Qingshu lightly waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand.
Along a distance of tens of feet, he swung the purple blood soft sword in his hand to the man.
Non-cut, non-cut, non-smash, non-cut.
The purple-blooded soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was not looking like an ordinary person swinging at random with a wooden pole.
Then there was an incomparable murderous aura that flew towards the person.
Brush it!
The man's thin armor was as fragile and soft as turf under this killing intent.
Then a blood hole appeared in his abdomen, and gurgling blood flowed out of his abdomen.
"what!"
The man looked at the blood flowing out of his belly and roared in horror, his face pale and bloodless.
Song Qingshu didn't finish his sword, and slapped the man's head again.
There was a snap.
So the man's skull flew across the air with his eyes.
Song Qingshu smashed the eyeballs of the man, his expression indifferent like snow:
"Broad noise."
Then Song Qingshu Jianfeng raised it again, and pointed at another person:
"Are you going to die like him?"
"You still have to tell me obediently, where is the military depot of the Black Steel Army?"
The person pointed by Song Qingshu Jianfeng's calf trembled slightly.