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The bowstring bends like a full moon.

The vitality of heaven and earth was in turmoil at this moment.

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Murong Yue shot out three flying arrows.

Suddenly, there were three breaking wind sounds in the air.

Instantly drew the iron bow of several thousand catties, and shot three arrows in an instant.

This is naturally not difficult for Murong Yue, who is already the peak powerhouse of the fourth level of Nascent Soul, but the difficulty lies in the fact that the arrow paths of these three arrows all exist on the same straight line.

Never half a point.

Never shake an inch.

These three arrows seemed to melt into one arrow.

The gap between them is so narrow that even a piece of white paper cannot be inserted.

The momentum of the arrow is like thunder, and the momentum is impressive.

It is just like Taotao spring water, endless.

The arrow path formed by the three arrows all went to Song Qingshu decisively.

In an instant, the thick cloud in front of Song Qingshu broke through.

Song Qingshu looked at the three arrows that were coming in endlessly.

Watching the black and thick arrowheads of these three arrows spinning in the air at high speed, buzzing.

It seemed as if a flying top was flying, and it was like a wisp of green smoke, shooting towards his chest like lightning.

"Others asked with a sword."

"You asked with an arrow."

"These three arrows have no rules to follow, regardless of their momentum or speed, they have all entered the realm of transformation."

"Murong Yue, you are really strong, what do you think of my sword?"

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, feeling the thunderous power of the three arrows, and frowned slightly.

After briefly commenting on Murong Yue's Three Arrows, Song Qingshu's mouth curled into a slight smile.

Immediately Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword behind him like lightning, and chopped off the three arrows that came at a high speed.

A gust of breeze suddenly came from the edge of Song Qingshu's sword.

The breeze blew through the middle of the three arrows.

Blowing through the dense clouds and thick fog of ten feet.

Blow past the man who is bending his bow for another shot.

Blow past Murong Yue's half body.

The breeze is gentle, and there is no murderous intent in it.

But when the breeze stops.

The three thick and dark iron arrows split into two from the air and shot towards Song Qingshu.

A crack was directly cut out of the ten-foot-long cloud and mist, and there was not even a little bit of cloud and mist left in the crack.

And the iron bow made of fine steel in Murong Yue's hand broke directly into two sections, and one section hit Murong Yue's face hard, causing his nose to bleed.

Murong Yue wiped her nosebleed with her hand, then raised her head to look at Song Qingshu.

Murong Yue without the black bow is like an old man who is afraid of the cold.

He tightly stretched his nosebleed hands into his sleeves, and then stood there by himself, not daring to move even a step.

"Cough, cough, Song Qingshu... No, Song Daoyou, the artistic conception of this sword is very interesting..."

"The three arrows I just named were chasing the moon to the sun. I don't know what the name of Song Daoyou's sword is?"

Murong Yue coughed lightly, then smiled slightly, and spoke to Song Qingshu with some difficulty.

Song Qingshu shrugged, and the Zixue soft sword swayed slightly:

"Your Excellency shoots the arrow."

"Then I only used the broken arrow pose, nothing else."

Murong Yue heard the words, nodded, and whispered with a smile:

"Is it just the broken arrow?"

"Song Qingshu, the Black Steel Army is going to have a lot of bad luck this time..."

"If...the Black Steel Army perish...it will definitely be destroyed by Song Qingshu."

Having said that.

Murong Yue panted ferociously as if she couldn't breathe.

Blood couldn't stop flowing from his mouth.

There was a light buzzing sound from Murong Yue's body.

It's like someone is tuning the strings.

Then Murong Yue's brows went down, and a red line suddenly appeared.

The red line was drawn from between the eyebrows to Murong Yue's chest and even lower, it was extremely deep.

next moment.

Murong Yue's body fell to the left and right with the line between her eyebrows as the dividing line.

Like a toppled mountain.

The sound of the rushing and violent waves of the big river seemed to be quiet for a moment at the moment Murong Yue fell down.

until now.

The arrow hole shot by Murong Yue's three arrows in one just now gradually disappeared.

The vitality of heaven and earth dispersed by the arrow hole scattered in all directions at this moment.

Countless flake-like breezes blow in.

The breeze is as clear as nothing.

But when Wanxu and Breeze come together.

A breath of true essence became a sudden frenzy.

Amidst the whistling sound, the clouds gradually dispersed.

Song Qingshu looked at the gradually clearer side.

Although the smile on his mouth is still calm, there is no even a serious look.

It is directly opposite Song Qingshu.

There is a black steel army with about 500 people.

They were dressed in black clothes, black trousers and black robes.

Either hold the sword in your hand and walk.

Either with a light pinch of the sword, there is a black breath in the hand.

Song Qingshu looked as if there were so many more people suddenly.

It is densely packed like ghosts hidden among the stones.

These people surrounded by black armor exuded a powerful aura.

Their eyes were not deep black, but gray and cold, and hundreds of eyes looked at him.

This made Song Qingshu feel a little weird and terrifying.

These golden core monks who have been training in the Black Armor Army for so many years now look like wolves who have been hungry for many years.

Song Qingshu coughed lightly:

"Everyone, is there a war?"

"If there is a war, please hurry up, I am very busy."

Murong Yue had already collapsed and was unconscious.

Then Song Qingshu's whistling sound was like a signal before the opening of the war.

The battle officially begins.

The more than 500 Golden Core cultivators of the Black Steel Army were breaking through the waves at this time, rushing towards Song Qingshu who was ten feet away.

More than a hundred strong practitioners.

Amid the deafening sound of killing, it rushed into the Tuanbao Nu River.

The river that has reached the upper reaches is not too deep, just knee-deep.

a time.

The splash of water in the big river was extremely terrifying.

Facing the person rushing towards him, Song Qingshu didn't choose to give in a step, so he drew out the purple blood soft sword, the blade trembled slightly, and pointed at the opponent in front of him: "I haven't participated in such a battle for a long time. "

"There are no rules, everything can be happy!"

"Please Qingshu, let's be happy and rampant! Come! Fight to the death!"

Those cultivators who stepped on the water to attack, although they are all just monks at the eighth or ninth level of Jindan.

But their actual combat experience is by no means comparable to ordinary Nascent Soul powerhouses.

In addition, among the enemies who stepped on the water, there were at least a dozen strong Nascent Souls.