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Guarantee that you can kill with a wave of your hand.

Guarantee that you can kill with a knife.

Make sure you can kill no matter what.

So if Song Qingshu didn't choose, his energy would be damaged.

So Song Qingshu stood for a while in front of the raging river bank.

Immediately Song Qingshu turned around and walked upstream towards the river bank.

The mountain in the depths of the Black Steel Army is extremely high.

So there is such a big river, Song Qingshu will not feel puzzled.

It's just that Song Qingshu doesn't know where the end of this big river is.

The surrounding clouds and mists obscured his exploration and exploration of the world.

So this time, Song Qingshu had no choice but to walk towards the upper reaches of the river with his hands behind his back.

I don't know how long Song Qingshu has been gone.

He just walked towards the front of the river in silence.

The further upstream, the more bleak the wind blowing over Song Qingshu's side.

The water of the big river that hit Song Qingshu's body from time to time became colder.

The distance above the river on both banks is getting narrower and narrower.

Song Qingshu didn't need to deliberately look at the opposite scenery at this time.

He just looked up casually, and the scenery on the other side of the bank gradually became clear.

After setting foot on the mountain where the Black Steel Army is located, Song Qingshu has been walking slowly in the mountain for about two hours.

When the rushing to the end of the spring, the thick fog that had disappeared once again shrouded the river.

It was like white clouds rising from the ground, as beautiful as a fairyland, covering the figures of Song Qingshu and Bian.

There was an angry sound of water in the dense fog, and the raging waves crashed into the middle of the cliff, breaking into countless pieces of sound.

One can imagine how steep the invisible river becomes in the valley.

Song Qingshu lifted the hem of his clothes and looked at the opposite side of the thick fog, wondering if the ambush of the Black Steel Army was ahead.

at this time.

The sound of armor colliding and weapons rubbing could be heard in the dense fog.

"The person who came was Tang Xun from the Tang Mengu?"

"Or is it Li Zhan from Fengjian Villa?"

After the sound of the armor colliding gradually subsided, a slightly old voice of inquiry came from the dense fog.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, his smile was full of confidence: "Neither of them."

Hearing this, the existence in the dense fog gave a suspicious oh, and then jokingly said, "No? Then who in this world would dare to single-handedly kill the mountain where my Black Steel Army is located?"

"Judging from the aura coming from your Excellency, your Excellency is only the Eighth Level of Golden Core, so weak, why not go back?"

Song Qingshu took a few steps into the depths of the dense fog, still chuckling:

"How to go back?"

Hearing this, the man in the fog laughed loudly:

"I can give you a ride!"

"What's your name?"

Song Qingshu stood proudly:

"Song Qingshu."

The man in the fog was taken aback when he heard the words, he never thought that the rumored Song Qingshu was standing in front of him now.

however.

Even if he was taken aback for a moment.

This stunned was only a very short moment.

The man in the fog raised his breath and drew his bow, stroking the bowstring as hard as a rock and as stable as a mountain with his fingers, pretending to be calm: "Song Qingshu? So it was you? You can be considered very strong even if you still survived Master Mo Xiejia's palm." gone."

"I am the deputy mountain master of the Black Steel Army, you can call me Murong Yue..."

Song Qingshu nodded:

"Murong Yue, now that you've half-stepped into the fifth-fold heaven of the Nascent Soul, it can be seen that you are also a peerless master."

"If you are all like this, then isn't the mountain master already at the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul?"

"It is said that the Black Steel Army is the sect that is most likely to replace the Black Feather Evil Sect as the main sect, and it seems to be so."

Murong Yue smiled slightly.

The iron bow in his hand was drawn into a full moon.

Murong Yue is really strong, so strong that his breath can even cover the sound of the bowstring being tensed.

Take the arrow and stroke the bow.

Bend the bow, the bowstring is like a full moon.

After so many movements, no sound was made, and it was as quiet as a ghost.

Murong Yue thought that she could stab Song Qingshu to death with the next arrow, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was extraordinarily kind: "The Lord of the Mountain is naturally extremely powerful."

"If you meet him in person, maybe he can really teach you something."

heard here.

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently and said nothing more.

This is the end.

The atmosphere between Song Qingshu and Murong Yue suddenly turned into silence.

There was silence, the only sound between the two was the sound of the water.

Murong Yue didn't know what Song Qingshu wanted to do.

But according to rumors.

Song Qingshu is by no means a monk that can be underestimated.

Even if he only has the eighth level of Jindan, Murong Yue will treat him as the most powerful enemy in his life.

So Murong Yue held her breath, and slightly turned the iron bow in her hand.

Aim at the position determined through the dialogue with Song Qingshu, and shoot arrows without hesitation!

The clouds were deep and the fog was heavy, only his voice could be heard, but no person could be seen.

This should be the time when the risk factor is the least.

After all, even if there is a duel, it should be after seeing the person before drawing the sword to face each other.

Who would have thought of Murong Yue's sudden attack?

And the shot is the most powerful weapon in the deep clouds and thick fog, the iron arrow that is silent and ignores distance.

Such a shot is faster than Thunderbolt, and even more elusive than Gale.

Even the black steel armored soldiers standing beside Murong Yue never felt even a trace of murderous aura from Murong Yue.

As clear as the clouds in the sky.

Suddenly, like an undercurrent.

Murong Yue's arrow is faster than ghosts.

With a soft buzzing sound, the iron arrow pierced through the air and disappeared in an instant.

The big river hidden in the depths by heavy clouds and thick fog is still flowing.

Following Murong Yue's arrow shot out.

A clear and terrifying arrow hole appeared in the clouds in front of him.

The arrow hole reaches the other shore ten feet away.

There was no one on the other side, and there was no sound.

Murong Yue's arrow directly shot through the boulder next to the bamboo forest on the other side, followed by a burst of sparks.

I don't know how far away the arrow that passed through the boulder flew...

Murong Yue looked at the light-transmitting arrow hole on the boulder, and frowned thoughtfully.

"A nice shot."

Just as Murong Yue was looking around, Song Qingshu's voice came from the other side.

Chapter 343

Listening to Song Qingshu's comments came from nowhere deep in the clouds.

Murong Yue raised her pale brows.

"what!"

Immediately, Murong Yue's left foot stepped hard into the mud and sand by the stream, using this as a turning point, she turned her body violently to one side.

When the body is spinning extremely fast.

Murong Yue still did not let go of the iron arrow that he held tightly in his hand.

Between Murong Yue's turning around.

There are already three heavy and dark iron arrows mounted on the bowstring.