Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 252
Song Qingshu laughed:
"So, but after I hit you with an arrow, how come I still stand up?"
The gray-clothed old man's falcon-like eyes tightened, gritted his teeth, and said angrily:
"I was soft before and never tried my best!"
"Besides, does my unbearable arrow really leave you unscathed?"
"Song Qingshu, you are just trying to support it."
"Or do you think that I would believe that my bow can't kill even a cultivator of the Nine Golden Core?!"
Song Qing's book stall spread her hands, with a helpless expression on her face:
"Since you think so, there is nothing I can do."
After Song Qingshu finished these words, the vitality in the world gradually gathered on the bowstring in the hands of the gray-clothed old man.
After the gray-clothed old man confirmed that his next bow mood was complete, his face returned to coldness: "You can't help it, I do."
"Song Qingshu, how about another bow?"
Song Qingshu looked at the murderous intent on the gray-clothed old man's bow with interest, then raised his head and smiled after a while: "What if I catch it?"
The gray-clothed old man's face is still cold and snowy:
"Scrape the bones and remove the flesh, listen carefully and respect."
Hear the words.
The smile on Song Qingshu's face was even greater.
Then Song Qingshu nodded and agreed to this condition.
The gray-clothed old man's complexion was steady, and his mouth let out a stern sound, like an eagle flying in the sky and preying first warning: "Ha!"
The sharp sound of the gray-clothed old man shook in the sky.
His killing intent reached Song Qingshu's neck faster than this sharp scream.
clang!
The string was shocked like a bolt of lightning that exploded in the sky.
Hum!
The invisible killing intent is like a sword with a cold glow.
The gray-clothed old man's bowstring trembles rapidly, like a trembling wolf pen on a piece of white rice paper.
It’s just that the pendulum of Langhao's pen is used to depict a calligraphy art with full artistic conception on the white rice paper.
But the rapid trembling of the bowstring was to see blood.
In other words, to see the blood red on Song Qingshu's chest.
In the waiting and expectation of the gray-clothed old man.
His bow intent and murderous aura hit Song Qingshu's chest hard.
There was a muffled sound.
A little dust was splashed on Song Qingshu's blood coat.
There was still no blood on the white line on the chest just now, but the white line became more profound.
Seems to see flesh and blood, but it's always a bit short.
When the old man in grey saw this, his beliefs tended to collapse.
The two bows he has just shot are all works of his full mood.
But a bow is just torn clothes.
The other bow just made Song Qingshu's chest white line more visible.
How can he accept this situation?
"Ah! Impossible!"
The gray-clothed old man was silent for a moment, then he yanked his bow.
The killing intent in the bowstring continues to condense and shoot out!
The gray-clothed old man pulled nearly a thousand bows in one breath.
The string was plucked thousands of times in a flash, each time it was smooth and powerful, and it was infinite.
The bowstring of such a gray-clothed old man naturally cannot be considered weak.
But the gray-clothed old man was wrong, he picked the wrong opponent.
After Song Qingshu stepped into the nine layers of golden core, the golden core in Song Qingshu's belly seemed to be alive.
The two bows of the gray-clothed old man just now, no matter how strong Song Qingshu is, it is impossible to stop them alive.
The reason why the bowstring trembles without blood splashing.
It was precisely because the bowstring of the gray-clothed old man was completely absorbed by Song Qingshu's golden core attraction.
The killing intent of thousands of bows shot at Song Qingshu.
The golden pill trembled in Song Qingshu's belly, and then a colorful glow appeared.
Under the illumination of the colorful Xiaguang, Song Qingshu's bones became more crystal clear and powerful.
The vitality of heaven and earth began to flow on the surface of Song Qingshu's skin.
So Song Qingshu's skin has the power to absorb damage.
The killing intent of the thousands of bows was the same as the previous two bows, absorbed into the body by Song Qingshu.
The killing intent of thousands of bows became the source of majestic strength in his body.
For Song Qingshu, the ultimate move that should have seen blood became a spring breeze that nourished the flesh.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the gray-clothed old man.
Nearly a thousand muffled noises came from Song Qingshu's chest, but only a white line appeared on his chest.
There is nothing else.
The gray-clothed old man fired nearly a thousand bows in a single shot, greatly hurting his vitality.
The gray-clothed old man coughed with a blood stain from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the blood he coughed on the ground, the old man in grey clothes smiled bitterly:
"Never thought, I was the one who drew the bow, but I was the one who shed blood?"
"Song Qingshu, why?"
Song Qingshu raised his hand and patted the white line on his chest, stretched out again, smiling and indifferent.
The absorbing power that the colorful golden core cultivated to perfection made Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile brightly.
So these bows of the gray-clothed old man not only did not make Song Qingshu angry, but made him feel particularly happy.
Song Qingshu is in a good mood now, so he didn't kill anyone.
He directly turned around and walked towards the teleportation formation without paying attention to the lost old man in gray.
The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu's away back, angrily:
"Do you look down on me? Song Qingshu, didn't I say, if I lose, then my life is yours?"
Song Qingshu carried the old man in gray, and laughed:
"When you stop pulling the bow, your faith and your bow are dead."
Chapter 376
The colorful golden pill can definitely be said to be the strongest golden pill stage exercise in the world, which is beyond doubt.
Because this technique incorporates the understanding of the Golden Core Realm of many emperors such as Ruren Great Emperor.
As a result, the perfect colorful golden pill will become more perfect.
And now the colorful golden pill is reborn after the break.
The brilliance of the glow floats up and down on the golden core pattern.
Even now Song Qingshu possesses a magical ability to absorb damage.
Song Qingshu was not surprised by such miraculous scenery at first glance.
After all, Song Qingshu is a man with all kinds of plug-ins.
Ruthless Emperor's method of swallowing the sky.
The divine formation technique of the endless emperor.
Emperor Yan's Fenyan Jue.
The Hollow Curse of the Master of Chaos.
Wuzu's ancestors are numerous.
The Colorful Golden Pill definitely combines the essence of such great emperors.
If it's not against the sky, this makes people feel surprised, right?
But now before Song Qing writes this old man in grey clothes is not...
Song Qingshu felt very ordinary things.
It was so incredible in the eyes of this old man in gray.
So that when the teleportation array at the feet of Song Qingshu had begun to shine.
The old man in gray just recovered his senses and said angrily:
"You say I'm better than death?"
"Song Qingshu, don't you think our Black Steel Army is so unbearable?"
"I have stood on the earth with an arrow for nearly a hundred years. I don't know how many people died under my arrow?"
"Cough cough cough..."
"I have my pride! Song Qingshu, what do you mean when you say I am better than dead now? Cough cough cough..."
"How did you do...?"
The old man in gray became more excited as he spoke.
In the end, he seemed to be stuck in his throat as if he couldn't spit out a sputum.
He couldn't breathe for a while and had to cough sharply.
Facing the roar of the old man in gray, Song Qingshu felt very boring.
Is the world of giant dragons understandable by ants on the ground?
Does the dragon have to patiently answer every ant's roar and questioning?
Of course the dragon is not willing, the vast sky and the boundless blue sea are waiting for its soaring and dragon's howl.
So Song Qingshu was naturally unwilling.
So he still stood quietly in place, without saying anything.
The gray-clothed old man saw that Song Qingshu had never spoken.
Thinking that it was Song Qingshu's guilty conscience, he immediately spit out a bloody sputum and then yelled: "Don't think I don't know. You can block so many bows. Isn't it a secret treasure?"
"If it weren't for the secret treasure you're carrying, you would have been shot into a hornet's nest with my murderous arrow!"
Although Song Qingshu was in a good mood at this time, the gray-clothed old man was like this.
Then his fate was determined to be a tragedy in the dark.
After listening to the gray-clothed old man's roar.