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Liu Buping, who was even more proud than Xiahouli, turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and fell to the ground, shaking lightly in the breeze. Chen Kunling died in his thoughts, but the reality was that his body was different, and his death was extremely sad and cruel. .

In addition to these few people, Song Qingshu can still be named.

Song Qingshu, the rest of the other strong Yuan Ying, really can't remember their way of death.

Song Qingshu only remembered the severed limbs and tragic bodies of many people on the river.

In the breeze of the mountain flat, there are thick and gory blood stains.

In short, within this day, the Black Steel Army was killed by Song Qingshu from top to bottom.

All the persistence and temper of the Black Steel Army.

Also disappeared with the flow of time on this day.

When Song Qingshu carried his hands back and walked to the main hall of the Black Steel Army.

There were hundreds of warriors in heavy armor in front of Song Qingshu.

But Song Qingshu just walked towards the main hall, ignoring other things.

Hundreds of warriors in heavy armor watched Song Qingshu slowly walk towards him.

They uttered death roars one after another.

But when the roar was over, no one dared to attack Song Qingshu.

The emotions in this.

Is not willing.

still can not.

Or dare not.

These emotions are no longer within the scope of Song Qingshu's thinking.

Song Qingshu didn't seem to see these hundreds of monks in his eyes.

He kept raising his foot and walking towards the hall.

He went further.

That group of fighters will take more than two steps back.

Song Qingshu took a few steps forward.

As a result, the group of fighters was even disrupted and scattered around in a slight embarrassment.

Song Qingshu walked past the military flag made of black steel army.

Above the flag is a flying black dragon, wearing some black heavy armor, dancing claws in the sky.

Song Qingshu looked sideways at the dragon flying above the banner, a little disgusted.

So Song Qingshu gently tapped the flagpole made of stainless steel.

Snapped!

There was a very crisp metal cracking sound, and the black flagpole that was as dark as night broke apart.

Song Qingshu never fisted, he just gave a finger, and he had such power and horror.

The proud flag swayed bleakly in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

Seeing his belief falling from the sky to the world, some of the soldiers roared.

But under Song Qingshu's indifference, none of them dared to draw their swords.

Song Qingshu quietly walked towards the very center of the hall, which was a portal exuding infinite power.

Song Qingshu knew that all the tiger teeth of the Black Steel Army had been pulled out by him.

The remaining mountain is good too.

The rest of the monks who are still on the mountain.

It was nothing more than a paper tiger.

So Song Qingshu wanted to see the other three sects at this time, so that the other three sects would be destroyed more completely.

He also wanted Mo Yejia to receive a more perfect gift when he left the barrier.

The destroyed sect, this gift is perfect.

Song Qingshu's right foot had stepped out in the air, and he was about to step on the portal.

Just in such a moment.

The strongest hidden among hundreds of fighters takes action!

"Song Qingshu!"

As the roar came, the group of soldiers raised the iron shield in their hands, feeling that they were scattered around the sound.

So Song Qingshu saw an old man in gray clothes.

The old man's beard and other things fluttered in the wind, and his clothes swelled in the strong wind.

In this old man's hand, there was a half-human iron profound bow.

I saw the old man let out angrily.

Immediately he lifted the iron bow, and the iron bow pointed directly at Song Qingshu, with the bow condensing his intention to kill.

There is no arrow on the bow.

Nothing in the string.

So the old man just looked like a full moon with a bowstring.

Let go again fiercely.

clang!

There was a crisp, violent sound, as if someone tuned the strings.

The vitality of heaven and earth broke into countless fragments under this clear sound.

There was an extremely cold breath in the air, following the bowstring, to Song Qingshu's chest.

Stabbing an undead without a gun head?Xiahouli would not agree.

Can't stab anyone without an arrow on the bow?The gray strong will not agree.

This strong gray man is the next candidate for the mountain leader of the Black Steel Army.

He reached the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul and once fought with Xiahou in this world.

He horrified the hearts and souls of the world with invincible archery. His arrows were once admired by Mo Yejia, and he was once praised as the world's first name.

Murong Yue's unpredictable archery skills were passed down by this old man.

It's just that Murong Yue's strongest arrow is only three arrows chasing the sun, and it is still a tangible thing.

But this old man has already reached invisible, so this old man in grey clothes hasn't grabbed the tail of an iron arrow and caressed his mountain for a long time.

The heart and mind are united, and the artistic conception is bright and pure.

Knowing the news of Xiahou's death, the gray-clothed old man never regretted his sentimentality.

Seeing Song Qingshu broke the flag, the gray-clothed old man never trembled in anger.

Because he held the bowstring tightly in his hand.

Sentimental, angry, regretful.

These emotions will make his hand shaking the string lightly.

As for the murder, you must not shake your hands.

This matter has nothing to do with generosity, and it is not revenge.

Regardless of this matter, it is not an anger.

So when the gray-clothed old man pulled the strings, he really just pulled the strings.

There is nothing else.

In this plucking sound, not only the vitality in the air, but also a murderous intent was disturbed.

"interesting."

Song Qingshu watched the gray-clothed old man draw the bow, watching the bowstring bend like a full moon.

Seeing him let go of the stringless bow, killing intent came towards his chest.

Such an arrow can't be considered weak, and it can even be said to be very strong.

Because in addition to the wave of killing intent, there is still the power of the heavenly Dao in this empty dial.

Even if Song Qingshu now stepped into the Ninth Layer of the Golden Core, it would be hard to predict his cultivation.

But facing such a perfect bowstring, Song Qingshu had to shook his head in admiration.

But Song Qingshu didn't say that this bow was very strong, he just said it was interesting.

How about Song Qingshu in the face of such an interesting bow?

He didn't draw out the purple blood soft sword to chop off the gray-clothed old man and the killing intent.

He didn't fuck the hell platform and hit the gray-clothed old man.

Song Qingshu did nothing.

He just retracted his right leg and stood on the ground, watching the bow shoot at him indifferently.

puff.

There was a muffled noise from Song Qingshu's chest.

The dust sticking to Song Qingshu's chest suddenly danced around the sky.

A shallow slit cracked in Song Qingshu's blood coat.

An inconspicuous white line appeared on his chest.

There is no blood stain in the white line, the old man in gray makes a shot with this bow, but he has never seen blood...

Chapter 375

The gray-clothed old man frowned and looked at the hole in Song Qingshu's chest.

He glanced deeply into the hole.

But there is only a white thread in the hole, and nothing else.

Not even a trace of blood spilled from the hole.

"how come?"

The gray-clothed old man stared at the hole for a long time, before finally sighing and murmured quite disappointed.

Song Qingshu shrugged, raised his hand and patted the non-existent dust on his blood suit.

Then Song Qingshu looked at the gray-clothed old man, looked at the trembling palm of his bowstring, and smiled slightly: "The killing intent is gathered on the bowstring, the string is like the moon, and the bow is thunderous."

"What others shot was a flying arrow with a trace to follow, but you shot an inch of killing intent."

"The killing intent is not to be found, but it is stronger than flying arrows."

"Um... not bad?"

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, and a joking smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Then Song Qingshu shook his head, thinking about the arrowless bow just now, and joked with a smile.

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, the gray-clothed old man didn't take it seriously at first, then he was unhappy, and then a little angry.

Immediately, the gray-clothed old man had a sullen face, and then raised his bow. Both the bow and the string were facing Song Qingshu's chest, and his lips opened: "My bow is not bad?"

"Song Qingshu, if I try my best, even Xiahou will not be able to stop him."

"You are just a Golden Core cultivator. It is my kindness not to kill you. Is it possible that you really think how strong you are?"