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The formation divisions who arranged the Tianluo formation suffered a huge energy backlash.

So two people vomited blood and fell to the ground in a coma.

Song Qingshu felt a gap in the sky.

He raised his left hand that had just been idled by himself.

A vast wave of vitality condenses in his left hand.

Immediately, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed it against the hilt of the Purple Blood Soft Sword like an iron.

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu's clenched fist.

Looking at the sky trembled under his fist.

He knew that the seemingly indestructible Tian Luo formation could not stop Song Qingshu's next punch.

But it's okay.

Next to the gray-clothed old man, there were elites from the Black Steel Army.

The old man in gray quickly plucked the strings and bent the bow.

A killing intent passed through the barrier of the Tianluo Formation and exploded on Song Qingshu's left hand.

So the punch that Song Qingshu threw with his left hand was a moment slower after all, and his strength faded a bit.

So Song Qingshu didn't drop such a punch between the electric light and flint, and the heavenly array still existed.

"Song Qingshu!"

"We will definitely keep you and bet on the final glory of the Black Steel Army!"

The gray-clothed old man's voice just fell.

Suddenly dozens of Yuan Ying monks appeared beside the portal.

The vitality between the sky and the earth was in chaos, and the long floating clouds above the dome were scattered away.

Dozens of Yuan Ying monks unanimously held a heavy iron bow in their hands.

The sharp arrow shone with cold light, and the biting chill raged around Song Qingshu.

They didn't say much nonsense.

As a surprise soldier that has been hidden by the gray old man.

They are consciously fulfilling what they should do as a surprise soldier.

So they all pulled the iron bows of their palms to fullness.

The iron bow string that was held tightly by them was trembling, and a powerful force suddenly appeared on the bow string.

The archers were just arranged.

At the side of Song Qingshu, a group of black-armored warriors came straight up and down.

The sword's edge swept across the heavens and the earth, and the sound of breaking the wind rang sharply in Song Qingshu's ears.

So today Song Qingshu really fell into a rather dangerous state.

In front of Song Qingshu, there is a strong Yuanying who draws the bow and makes the strings.

Beside him is a series of sharp swords.

Moreover, Song Qingshu's body around Tian Luoshang never retreated and annihilated.

Among Tian Luo, Song Qingshu felt a little heaviness.

"Song Qingshu, how do you escape?"

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu and said to Song Qingshu with a grin.

He was very confident, very confident that Song Qingshu could not escape so quickly.

But like the gray-clothed old man, Song Qingshu's face also had a shallow smile.

As if the spring breeze is blowing, his face is full of pride.

Just after the gray-clothed old man finished speaking.

Song Qingshu felt serious and continued:

"The bowstring is very good, but what about it? No matter how powerful a tangible thing is, there are limits."

Song Qing never finished speaking, the archers around him made the first shot.

The strong bow-drawing momentum one after another, the sharp flying arrows shoot out like a torrential rain.

The sharp sound of the arrow tearing through the air made Song Qingshu's eardrums tremble.

Almost at the same time, the Black Steel Army hiding around the Tianluo Array activated the strongest secrets of the Tianluo Array and launched a fierce attack.

The turbulent vitality gathered around Song Qingshu's body, locking Song Qingshu's spiritual thoughts.

Chapter 378

The Tianluo formation lingering beside Song Qingshu.

Dozens of Yuan Ying powerhouses simultaneously draw bows and draw strings.

A black armored warrior suddenly appeared in the deep and secluded place.

The murderous aura of the gray-clothed old man burning his life force and violently shooting.

This is a battle planned by the Black Steel Army for a long time.

They knew they couldn't hold the portal.

So they wanted to destroy the portal at first.

However, Song Qingshu came too quickly.

The people who are approaching the Black Steel Army have not yet figured out whether they are willing to destroy the portal.

Song Qingshu's blood-colored long dress that fluttered in the wind was already floating in the air.

So the old man in gray waited for Song Qingshu to activate the lines on the portal.

Then keep him!

For this purpose, the old man in gray has already made a lot of preparations.

In addition to the three waves of shocks in front of them, they still have a back hand.

"Just last a moment."

"We will win."

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu who was in the middle of the sky, and the corner of his mouth raised a chuckle.

The gray-clothed old man rolled up his bow and was about to shoot.

However, another killing intent came to the gray-clothed old man first with the sound of breaking wind.

"what!"

Watching this killing intent come.

Someone from the Black Steel Army who had previously quietly raised the shield and squatted beside the gray-clothed old man roared.

Then they raised the extremely generous black steel shield in their hands, and arrows surged out, guarding the line between the killing intent and the gray-clothed old man.

boom!

boom!

boom!

clang!

The killing intent is very powerful.

When it just touched the first person.

That person, together with the black steel shield in his hand, the armor on his body, his flesh and blood, and his bones exploded into powder.

black White Red.

The powder of three colors is scattered here.

The killing intent is endless.

So it touched the second person, and the second person shattered with the roar.

The killing intent came to the third person, and the third person also shattered.

...

It wasn't until the killing intent came to the shield of the fourteenth man, and as the black steel shield of the fourteenth man shattered, the killing intent dissipated.

Behind the fourteenth was the old man in gray.

He felt this killing intent, and his face was pale.

"this is not……"

The gray-clothed old man stopped his bow-drawing motion, his cloudy and deep eyes widened like a ghost, and he muttered in disbelief.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"This is your first bow, the killing intent on the bow."

"Well, barely enough, if I do it myself, I'm afraid the fourteenth person and you will die."

The gray-clothed old man's face was as gray as death, and the iron bow he held in his hands fell to the ground.

puff!

The iron bow fell on a piece of soil.

Raised the sky full of dust and dust, fascinated someone's eyes, confused someone's sight.

The moment the iron bow fell to the ground.

The strong bow and iron sword that came to Song Qingshu Ling Ling came one after another.

Song Qingshu's response is very simple.

He did not wave the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

There is no hell platform that soars behind him.

The cornucopia in the storage bag is not activated.

He didn't even let a thunder arc grow under his feet.

Let the dense fog rise around the body.

Facing the strong bow and iron sword, he locked the heaven and earth formations around him.

There was a soft cry from Song Qingshu Jindan.

Jin Dan shivered slightly.

Immediately a murderous aura surged out from his Jin Dan.

Then came the second one.

The third way.

Hundreds of thousands of ways, scattered countless ways in the world.

Even though countless killing intents suddenly appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

But there was never one that was born by Song Qingshu.

There was always a gentle smile on his face.

The gray-clothed old man next to him wore an ugly cry on his face.

Because the killing intent is his.

Hundreds of thousands of ways are all masterpieces that he shot Song Qingshu's chest with an arrowless bow at the beginning.