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The number of casual repairs is nearly 800.

So in an instant, 800 white swirling flowers bloomed on the Huzong formation.

In an instant of time, the guardian formation had countless collisions.

So the entire guardian formation began to shake and uneasy.

However, the six elders in the formation still smiled calmly.

The gloom on his face turned into a playful smile.

Seeing the sweat of the people outside the Huzong Formation, the joking on the face of the Sixth Elder became more and more animated: "Hahaha, it's ridiculous."

"Although there are people with cultivation bases that have reached the third level of Nascent Soul, your overall strength is still extremely weak."

"This guardian formation is the guardian god formation arranged by Lord Moyejia himself."

"Even a master at Yuan Ying's five-level realm, it is quite difficult to break this guardian formation."

"Just by you, it's really a joke."

Just when the six elders laughed arrogantly, the people outside the Huzong formation were sweating like rain.

There was a breeze blowing to everyone's side.

But what this breeze brings is not the chill, but a person.

A person standing in the breeze.

The blood-red clothes danced with the wind, and the clothes were full of holes, and there were white marks in the holes.

The clothes were worn out.

However, the man's expression was still proud.

Dressed like a beggar, standing like an emperor.

This sentence, used to describe this man, probably couldn't be more appropriate.

"Black Feather Evil Sect, is it here so soon?"

Song Qingshu stood in front of the black feather evil sect's guardian formation, standing among the crowd.

He raised his head and glanced at the guardian formation in front of him, whispering.

Although he came very plain.

The voice is even softer.

But he still instantly became the focus of the crowd.

Nothing else, just because he is Song Qingshu.

Chapter 380-You're So Good

A male lion stood proudly among the pack of wolves, so the pack spread out, revealing the male lion squatting in the center.

Haoyue floated above the blue sky, and the faint floating clouds scattered away, revealing a round of brightness.

Song Qingshu stood among a group of casual cultivators, so the casual cultivators scattered together, and Song Qingshu appeared.

The wild wolf is scattered for the lion because of the power of the lion.

The floating clouds dispersed for Haoyue because the floating clouds could not hide the moon's brilliance.

The casual practitioners spread out for Song Qingshu, not because of his power.

Song Qingshu is now wearing a tattered blood suit.

Embarrassed, where is the power?

Not because of his brilliance.

I wonder if Song Qingshu killed too many people.

As a result, he is now very tired.

So Song Qingshu's eyes were a little dim, so let's not talk about the brilliance.

There is no reason why the casual practitioners are scattered around for Song Qingshu.

Just because Song Qingshu was standing in the field.

The ancestor Pengshan and the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect who were in casual cultivator cried out in shock at the place where Song Qingshu was standing: "Song Qingshu?"

The call of the ancestors of Pengshan was pleasantly surprised and puzzled.

The call of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was panic and doubt.

Tang Xun brought Tangmen Valley to the Tianyumen.

Li Zhan brought the Fengjian Villa to the Black Sha Pavilion.

The ancestor of Pengshan called for casual repairs to contain the Black Feather Evil Sect.

If you say that these news are just shocking to the world.

So Song Qingshu was only dressed in fluttering white clothes, holding a purple blood soft sword and stepped onto the mountain of the Black Steel Army.

This news shocked the world.

So although the half-day situation has not passed.

The news of Song Qingshu fighting the Black Steel Army alone was extolled by all the monks in this world.

Some people lament its recklessness, after all, the Black Steel Army can be said to be a terrifying existence comparable to Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa.

Some people were shocked to be brave, after all, before going up the mountain, Song Qingshu was just a little cultivator of the Golden Core Eighth Layer.

Some people feel that they are ignorant. Xiahouli's iron spear and Chen Kunling's thoughts are the pinnacle of existence in the monastic world.

So everyone thought Song Qingshu would die.

Everyone felt that Song Qingshu was mad to the extreme, only then would he be so stupid that he would go through the mountains with a single sword.

Except for Tang Xun and Li Zhan who knew Song Qingshu might be invincible.

Even the ancestor of Peng Shan who has seen the power of Song Qingshu.

He also didn't quite believe that Song Qingshu could really make a storm on the side of the Black Steel Army.

So Peng Shan's greatest expectation for Song Qingshu is that he can buy more time for his group of people.

Prevent the Black Steel Army from coming to support.

At this point, Pengshan's face suddenly paled.

Then the ancestor Pengshan jumped directly and came to Song Qingshu's side.

"Friend Song, why are you here?"

The ancestor Peng Shan carefully examined Song Qingshu's whole body, swallowed his saliva, and asked with an unusually nervous lips.

Song Qingshu still looked at the black feather evil sect's guardian formation with interest, and did not pay attention to Pengshan ancestor.

Seeing Song Qingshu's silence, the ancestor Pengshan felt more uncomfortable: "Daoyou Song, are you injured? According to the rumors, didn't you go up the mountain in white clothes?"

"Why are you all bloody now?"

Song Qingshu sneered, still looking at the Black Feather Evil Sect's guardian formation, and said indifferently: "Why is it bloody? Naturally, I am full of blood."

Old Ancestor Peng Shan took a breath, his face turned paler than Song Qingshu's face: "Blood?"

"Is this the enemy's blood or your own?"

"Friend Song, you are here, so what happened to the Black Steel Army, did you escape for your life?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, his face indifferent:

"Most of the blood on my body belongs to others, but also my own."

"Also, the Black Steel Army will never come."

"As for how did I come? I came through the portal of the Black Steel Army."

The ancestor of Peng Shan frowned, and said with an unidentified lips:

"It will never come again, what is going on?"

"Also, Fellow Song, you said you used the portal of the Black Steel Army?"

"Could it be that Fellow Song Daoyou convinced the Black Steel Army to let them join our alliance?"

When the Sixth Elder in the Black Feather Evil Sect Protector's Array heard these words, he was furious like a cat stepped on his tail: "Impossible!"

"How could Master Xiahouli bow his head to you mobs?"

"How could the stupid thing of discarding the bright and secretly be something that the adult would do."

Song Qingshu sneered:

"You guessed right, Xiahou is indeed not the kind of person who would surrender."

"So they did not surrender."

"The Black Steel Army has all been destroyed, Xiahouli, Murongyue, Liu Buping, Chen Kunling."

"Oh, yes, there is an old man in grey clothes, an old gentleman with a bow without arrows."

"These people are already dead."

Song Qingshu's words were very gentle.

It was like a gust of breeze and soft rain, and there was no ups and downs in the tone.

Some are just plain.

Because he was talking about a real thing, and didn't deliberately fabricate hypocrisy.

However, this is Song Qingshu's prosaic description.

But it resounded like thunder in the minds of Old Ancestor Pengshan and the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

"Here, Fellow Song Dao, you said...what, the Black Steel Army of Invincible I really perished?"

"Aren't you joking with me, how did you... do it?"

After the ancestor Peng Shan listened to Song Qingshu's words.

He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak words, and he stammered and said to Song Qingshu.

Song Daoyou smiled and stopped talking.

"No, it's impossible, hahaha."

"Song Qingshu! Don't you think what you said is too absurd."

"Don't talk nonsense, no one will believe your crazy words."

After hearing Song Qingshu's words, the six elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect turned pale.

Then the sixth elder of Heiyu Xiezong stepped back, laughed wildly a few times, and cursed Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk any more.

What has happened is what happened.

If there is no or no, this kind of thing is really boring.

Song Qingshu looked up at Heiyu Xiezong's profound protection sect.

But Song Qingshu looked at it for a long time, but still didn't understand where the formation eye was.

After a long time, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing faintly:

"Heiyu Evil Sect's guardian formation is really interesting."

Hearing Song Qingshu's whisper, the sixth elder of Heiyu Xiezong smiled triumphantly and said: "That's natural, this formation was arranged by Lord Mo Xiejia himself."

"Song Qingshu, I think you are just a little bit more powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, can you break this formation?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Then I will try?"