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Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 262
Song Qingshu disliked him for being loud.
So flicked again.
puff.
A blood flower bloomed from the deputy chief's neck.
Then the Deputy Commander could only stare at Song Qingshu in despair, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.
"kill you?"
"It's boring and simple."
"I can cover you to death with one palm, or I can torture you to death slowly."
"Now I chose the latter because you killed the person I originally wanted to kill."
"Then how can I forgive you?"
Song Qingshu walked to the front of the deputy commander-in-chief, looked at him indifferently, opening his lips like Shura.
Finished these words.
Song Qingshu's throat is a little itchy.
So Song Qingshu made a fist with his right hand and raised it to his mouth, just about to cough.
At this moment, dozens of powerful people from the Black Feather Evil Sect who walked out of the crowd had also come to Song Qingshu's side.
"Zhuzi! Dare."
"Song Qingshu, stop quickly, I have reported the matter here to Lord Moyejia, and Lord Moyejia will leave soon."
"Song Qingshu, let go of the deputy commander, and just lead a casual repair outside the formation, the Black Feather Evil Sect can still tolerate you!"
Song Qingshu didn't care about the first few sentences.
Until the last sentence sounded.
Song Qingshu looked up at the sky with interest.
I saw the guardian formation in the sky and the world.
The formations that had just been smashed by Song Qingshu's palms are now all connected, and they look as good as ever.
The patterns between the lines are delicate and beautiful, and there is no feeling of breaking.
Song Qingshu is the only one among the black feather evil sect.
In addition, the ancestors of Pengshan and others can only stand outside, looking forward to it.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
Someone saw Song Qingshu's eyebrows tightly closed with a smile, thinking that Song Qingshu was worried that one person would die when he entered the clan.
So someone said:
"Song Qingshu! I once heard that you slammed into the mountain where the Black Steel Army is located."
"Although I don't know how you came out."
"But if you want to come, when you stand alone, you can't possibly talk about how happy and chic you are."
"After all, the loneliness of one person against the whole world is uncomfortable, right?"
"Now that you leave here is the most correct thing you can do."
Song Qingshu didn't say anything, he raised his hand to his mouth, and then coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough!"
"Cough cough cough cough cough!"
Song Qingshu did not know how many coughs, everyone could only see Song Qingshu's face turned paler.
Then everyone saw blood lines appearing on the body of the Vice Chief Soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect.
There was a breeze, and the robe on the deputy commander was broken into pieces of rags.
Then everyone saw the deputy chief of Black Feather Evil Sect collapsed into a pile of rotten meat.
Immediately everyone can see nothing.
Because blood lines appeared on their hands, the palms fell.
Appeared on the sword in their hands, and the bright sword became dim.
Appeared on the robes on their bodies, so blood lines appeared under the robes.
Appeared in their eyes, so their eyes were pitch black, and the world turned into night.
So they wanted to scream, but the red line on their neck silenced them.
puff.puff.
Wow!
With a few sounds.
Someone's head tilted and the whole head fell to the ground.
Someone fell straight forward, and then the whole person fell into a pool of flesh and blood.
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"Cough cough cough."
Song Qingshu seemed to be unable to see that the people around him had become flesh and blood.
He still covered his mouth and coughed fiercely, and the sword intent flew freely in the air following Song Qingshu's saliva.
Then he collapsed on the ground and the pile of flesh and blood became even more rotten.
The lumpy shape that had just been seen turned into a pile of scum.
When the wind blows, flesh and blood droplets will rise in the wind.
After a while.
Song Qingshu just stood upright, coughing a happy, cheerful expression on him.
Then he looked at the piles of flesh and blood in front of him, his expression indifferent like snow.
Song Qingshu waved his sleeves.
As a result, the atmosphere of the world in the Black Feather Evil Sect was in chaos, and a hurricane danced wildly in the clan.
So the pool of flesh and blood before Song Qing's writing was blown away by the violent wind, scattered away, and disappeared.
"The one who can kill you is dead."
"Just leave if you want, I still said that."
"The fugitive, don't kill."
Song Qingshu put his hand back behind him, and walked gently towards the place where Mo Xiejia was in retreat.
Every step is taken.
Song Qingshu would say a word quite plainly, and every word directly touched everyone's heartstrings.
"Stay here is bound to be a disaster! Everyone, come with me."
After a little silence.
Among the black feather evil sect disciples who had not stepped into the second line of defense, someone shouted loudly.
After this person had finished speaking, nearly a hundred people responded and ran out of the formation following the pace of the first person.
"Wait a minute."
Just when these hundreds of people were about to leave the Black Feather Evil Sect.
Song Qingshu's lazy voice rang in everyone's ears, like the soft voice of a ghost from hell asura.
Do not know why.
There was never even a trace of energy fluctuation in this sentence of Song Qingshu.
But when this sentence sounded.
The footsteps of those Black Feather Evil Sect disciples who were eager to flee directly froze in place.
No one has ever been able to get away.
"Song... Fellow Song, what's the matter?"
Some of these escaped people looked at Song Qingshu, swallowed their saliva, and trembled uncontrollably.
Song Qingshu raised his eyes, glanced at the group of people, and then said quietly: "Escape this time."
"You can be a casual cultivator, and you must not disturb the world."
"You can enter the Fengjian Villa, and fight for thousands of miles under the bright moon and breeze."
"You can also enter Tangmen Valley and learn and think in the deep valley."
"If someone leaves in an attempt to retaliate, and then enter the Black Feather Evil Sect or another sect."
"Then just wait for a few people."
When Song Qingshu said this, his indifferent sight condensed on a few of the hundreds.
The vitality of the world is slightly chaotic, and the breeze is a bit noisy.
So several people among the crowd bent down, for fear that their appearance would be remembered by Song Qingshu.
They are all villains in the Black Feather Sect.
Things like murder, arson, and bullying are just normal life scenes in their eyes.
There were even a few people who were still imprisoning several female monks of Jindan one and two layers in his residence.
After leaving this time, he still didn't forget to go to Yunyu with those female monks first, and kill them.
After all, even he himself has to run for his life, and he can take care of others there.
This is their truth.
But there is no reason in Song Qingshu.
So Song Qingshu didn't want to talk nonsense with these people, but flicked his sleeves.
There was a sudden intent to kill in the wind.
Condensed with sword energy.
Feel the murderous aura pervading the world.
The expressions of those wicked men were suddenly cold, and they wanted to say something, but they suddenly noticed a hint of sweetness in their mouths.
In their sweetness, there was something slippery between their teeth.
Someone spit out that thing and found that it was his tongue.
Then their heads broke off from the Adam's apple.
It fell on the ground of the Zongmen with a soft sound.
It was like a heavy stone falling on the ground.
Their heads were rolling, and after a while, the ground of the sect was full of blood.
Several of the hundreds died in this way, and the others hurriedly touched their necks with their hands.
I'm afraid there will be a blood line there, I'm afraid my neck will break, just like everyone else.
Song Qingshu sneered:
"I have killed too many people recently. In fact, killing people is really boring."
"However, in order to kill Mo Yejia who might kill me, it would be boring to be boring."
"But now, I think it's a good thing to have fewer deaths."