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Song Qingshu turned around, with a smile on his face:

"Why see?"

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man let out angrily and raised the heavy iron bow again.

He no longer used his fingers to control the string, but directly held the bowstring with his calloused iron palm.

Then the gray-clothed old man seemed to be mad, pulling his bow desperately and shooting away, his arrows swaying in the air, like a fish screaming in the sea.

But no matter how the arrows disperse towards Song Qingshu's four directions, the arrows will eventually condense back to Song Qingshu's body.

Puff puff puff!

With a sullen sound, holes were revealed in Song Qingshu's blood suit.

Beneath the hole are white marks.

There is still no blood in the white marks...

The iron palm of the gray-clothed old man was shattered by the trembling iron string, leaving a thick blood behind the tiger's mouth.

The blood flowed down the trembling bowstring, and there was a puddle of blood on the ground.

But the gray-clothed old man could not feel the pungency and pain in his palm at all.

Because the chuckle on Song Qingshu's face now makes him feel more annoyed and desperate than the pain in his hands.

"How can you see it?"

"Song Qingshu, if you don't have some kind of secret treasure on your body, how can you be alive after I shoot you with the bow?"

"Do you want to say that the nine levels of Golden Core can give you such a mighty power?"

"Even Master Moyejia, he would not dare to resist my arrowless bow!"

The gray-clothed old man pointed at Song Qingshu with a palm full of blood, and said with a pale face.

Song Qingshu's face still has a gentle smile:

"You are stupid to compare me with Moxie."

"I originally wanted not to kill you, but your provocations over and over again are nothing short of fake!"

"So, old man, are you ready to die?"

Song Qingshu's feet stepped out of the faintly glowing teleportation array.

Song Qingshu looked at the gray-clothed old man with his calm and indifferent eyes.

After a long time.

Song Qingshu's mouth just raised a smile, and smiled kindly.

The old man in gray watched Song Qingshu's footsteps stepping out of the teleportation formation.

He just breathed a long sigh of relief, with a satisfied smile on his face.

In fact, the old man in gray does not really want to die.

He also wants to live.

So if he let Song Qingshu leave just now, then he would still be alive.

The Black Steel Army can still retain the last hundreds of monks, and the Black Steel Army's banner can still fly under the sky.

But as long as they are still called the Black Steel Army, then the gray-clothed old man can't live because he wants to live.

He must buy some time for the other three cases.

The teleportation array is the last refuge of the gray-clothed old man.

Today's teleportation array has begun to glow slightly, as long as there is no more time for five breaths.

The people in the teleportation array will be teleported to the three sects far away from the sky.

If Song Qingshu does not rely on the infinite power of the teleportation array.

Song Qingshu's strength alone.

Even if he ran at full force, it would take at least half a day to reach the nearest Black Feather Sect.

There are too many changes that can happen in this small half-day.

Black Feather Evil Sect is very likely to win.

Mo Yejia is likely to leave the customs early.

Tang Xun and Li Zhan are likely to change their minds and stop helping Song Qingshu.

Regardless of the possibilities of various conjectures.

As long as there is even the slightest possibility.

The old man in gray must bet.

Therefore, the gray-clothed old man must fight for this short half-day.

... even if it is his own life that is bet!

"Heavenly formation!"

The gray-clothed old man stared at Song Qingshu closely and shouted at the dozens of people who had been hiding around Song Qingshu for a long time.

Brush it.

With this roar of the old man in gray.

Suddenly there was a light white, silk-like white smoke wrapped around Song Qingshu's body in the air.

And what came with the white smoke was the countless charms that appeared on Song Qingshu's head, in front of him, behind him, and under his feet.

The charms floating in the air exude brilliant fluorescence.

Small lines stretched out from the charm, the lines connected in the air, locking Song Qingshu in the charm.

"Tian Luo formation? I didn't expect you to have more energy."

Song Qingshu looked up and said indifferently.

The old man in gray said with satisfaction:

"The teleportation array teleports once, and it takes half a day to recharge."

"Song Qingshu, how about my move?"

Chapter 377

"How is your move?"

"I'm sorry, as if I didn't see the depth of your move."

"Could it be that you think that with this heavenly formation, you can trap me here."

Song Qingshu's right hand exposed outside the scarlet sleeves was very delicate.

He held his right hand empty, trembling slightly at the tiger's mouth.

Then the Purple Blood Soft Sword came into his palm and shuddered with Song Qingshu.

He seemed to be strangling the body of a dragon that was struggling, and the purple blood soft sword appeared like a flying dragon.

Song Qingshu smiled, looked around the Tianluo formation beside him, disdainfully said.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu took a step forward, the purple blood soft sword in his hand trembled even more, and Song Qingshu's right hand held the dragon even more.

With Song Qingshu's step forward.

The heaven and earth vitality that was tied to Song Qingshu like silk was directly shattered.

The hanging charms all over the body of Song Qing's book became mottled in an instant.

It seems that in such a moment, the river of years has scoured it severely for nearly a thousand years.

"vomit!"

The monk hiding around the Tianluo Formation vomited a mouthful of blood following Song Qingshu's whisper.

Between talking and laughing, there is an extremely powerful momentum surging out.

Song Qingshu is really strong today.

However, no matter how strong it is, it can't make the gray-clothed old man's face change a little.

The time of five breaths has passed two breaths, as long as he delays a little time, then everything will be in time.

"The Tianluo formation is the most powerful seal formation of the Black Steel Army."

"It is the strongest formation mage of the Black Steel Army who cast the Celestial Array on you."

"Moreover, the Tianluo Formation has no offensiveness. It is a simple blockade to the extreme."

"So, I really believe that I can keep you."

The gray-clothed old man rolled up his bow, aimed the bowstring at Song Qingshu who was standing in the sky, and said with a grin.

Song Qingshu shrugged disdainfully:

"What you believe is too unreasonable."

"The eighteen magic circles on the bamboo forest have never stopped me, let alone the heavenly array?"

"It's not that I praise Haikou."

"If I want to leave, Ten Breath Time Tianluo will be shattered."

"How do you stay?"

The gray old man remained silent, showing his agreement with Song Qingshu's statement.

Another breath of time passed by.

The gray old man finally couldn't help his inner smile, and said to Song Qingshu: "After another two breaths, the energy on the teleportation formation will be squandered."

"At that time, Song Qingshu, apart from killing a few of us to vent our anger."

"What else can you do?"

The aura exuding from Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword was even stronger.

As a result, more and more cracks appeared on the Tianluo formation.

"Two interest time?"

"Sorry, after another breath, Tian Luo will break and you will die."

"One more breath, enough."

Song Qingshu lifted the purple blood soft sword into the air.

The delicate right hand held the hilt tightly.

Then Song Qingshu pierced out with a sword and pierced the Tianluo formation.

Crackling!

For a moment, a burst of sparks blasted from the sky above the array.

The flames shone in the obsidian pupils of Song Qingshu.

Like a starry universe, it was reborn again after being destroyed in his eyes.

There was a soft snap.

The sound of a broken blue and white porcelain bottle reached the ears of the old man in gray and Song Qing's.

With this soft sound, the heavenly array, which was as strong as iron, had an inaudible gap.

"puff!"

"vomit!"

With this inaudible gap appeared.