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The killing intent spread through the sword's edge and went straight to the nine layers of clouds without stopping.

Originally Song Qingshu thought that such a killing intent should be able to scare away a few people.

But Song Qingshu soon found out that he was wrong.

Because after he yelled out this muffled speech.

There are still male soldiers who rushed towards Song Qingshu with their swords, not afraid of life and death.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to draw his sword and face each other.

So the male soldier whose arm was cut off by him.

He changed his hand and held the weapon and killed him again.

The male soldier whose legs were cut off by Song Qingshu.

Either crawling around.

Either jump and continue to attack with other males.

Those people's faces are as dark as ink.

A lot of ink will be spilled every time you bleed.

They will die at any time.

But no one cares.

Even indifferent.

Such a killing scene.

Naturally it is extremely scary.

Chapter 401 The Art of Fighting

Broken hands and feet, broken limbs.

Whether it is a monk or an ordinary person.

Just see this terrible picture.

I can't help but tremble in my heart.

Song Qingshu killed too many people.

So he has such a bloody picture.

Song Qingshu didn't feel too much.

He was just tired of such meaningless killings.

So Song Qingshu kept his hands up and down, and hands up and down.

After knocking down a person, Song Qingshu couldn't help but asked, "What the hell are you guys?"

"Is it really for fun?"

"For a joy and then come to die."

"Death like this is meaningless."

"So it's extremely stupid!"

Song Qingshu wanted to complain about many problems.

It's a pity that the soldiers in front of him are just droplets of ink.

So no one can answer Song Qingshu's question.

So Song Qingshu had no choice but to shake his head and sigh.

While waving a knife to break the wind and splashing a lot of blood, he continued on boringly.

The terrifying picture means the terrifying will to fight.

Such a sense of combat.

Since it will bring a terrible battle.

This is inevitable and unstoppable.

Song Qingshu stood on the stone road in the Black Xiongcheng, drew his sword and waved continuously.

Hundreds of male soldiers kept coming surging towards Song Qingshu.

However, Song Qingshu waved his sword and palm from time to time, killing the enemies close to him one by one in the silent night sky of Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged.

But there was a slight wave in my heart.

Every time his shots are fierce.

However, despite this, none of the heroes would retreat.

"Really not human!"

Song Qingshu cursed secretly, and then recovered.

The group of heroes in front of him weren't a few people...

Suddenly, he noticed that these male soldiers had some problems with their eyes.

It's not like ordinary people's brown.

Nor does it look like the unusual blue.

It is a very beautiful dark black.

The beauty is like a touch of night in Xiongcheng at this time.

Hundreds of cultivators rushed through the void to Song Qingshu.

Surround and attack like a pack of lions.

No matter how serious the injury was.

Their emotions are so calm.

Even when he was so calm, he seemed a bit numb and cold-blooded.

There was no fear in their dark eyes.

Only an appalling desire can be seen.

Desire is so naked that it doesn't hide.

The source of desire comes from the eyes.

At the end is Song Qingshu.

"Want to kill me?"

"How can it be that simple?"

Song Qingshu sneered and murmured.

Then he swung his sword, sword vigorously.

Wow.

The heads of dozens of people were chopped off by sword energy, and ink splashed out everywhere.

Looking at these nearly a thousand pairs of night eyes.

Song Qingshu felt besieged by hundreds of hungry wild wolves.

The air in the male city became a bit cold.

Then Song Qingshusheng showed strong vigilance.

So the motion of his sword swinging his hands gradually slowed down.

Ming Ming Song Qingshu has already made five steps with one zhang.

But every time he stepped forward, Song Qingshu still felt a little horror.

This is an unreasonable sense of horror.

Unreasonable, but pervasive.

So Song Qingshu turned one zhang into seven steps.

Every step is broken and careful.

From the beginning of one foot and two steps to today's one foot and seven steps.

Song Qingshu's slowing down did not intend to slow the attack.

He requires every attack to achieve the best results.

The dozens of thread-lifting puppets Song Qingshu will naturally not be afraid.

But when hundreds of puppets rushed in,

Song Qingshu had to wait for it.

after all.

Even the marionette has no soul.

The realm of the Nascent Soul is still there.

Every time Song Qingshu kills one, he will spend a lot of effort.

So he must have a way to kill the enemy himself in order to win.

Thought of this.

Song Qingshu will think twice before swinging the sword.

It would be best if you can directly cut the male soldier in the waist or break the neck with this sword.

If not.

So Song Qingshu also wanted to cut off the other's foot.

This makes it difficult for the opponent to act and prevents the opponent's wolf-like attack density.

Kill all the way.

The bright red on Song Qing's robe was dyed black.

The blade of Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword was cut slightly.

He is really tired.

But the enemy is now.

Song Qingshu had to fill his heart with boredom and dissatisfaction.

Then he strode forward.

The iron sword cried blood and the sword edge curled slightly.

The white shirt is bright red and slightly tired.

Song Qingshu at this moment feels a bit boring.

However, on the battlefield, the most taboo is the word boring.

Because fighting this matter cannot have any emotions.

When you kill, you can only think of killing, and you can't stir up a heroic song.

When you draw a sword, you can only think about it, and you can't chant poems against it.

Killing and drawing swords, marching forward.

All these things have nothing to do with generosity.

If there are other emotions in the battle, the sword intent drawn will no longer be clear.