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Then Song Qingshu stabbed out the purple blood soft sword in his left hand like a wolf's hair brush.

But it was such a random stab.

Song Qingshu seems to have painted the world of Wanren ink.

There are thousand-year-old pines standing proudly on the mountain, and there are wind blowing rocks in the snow.

"The Great Desolation and Overcoming Mountains!"

Song Qingshu smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the immeasurably high ink mountain.

At this moment, the face of the cultivator who slashed suddenly became extremely pale.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and at the risk of his true energy being reversed, amidst the violent roar, he suddenly returned the sword to protect himself in front of him.

Because he felt the killing intent.

However, Song Qingshu's sword shattered his iron sword and shattered his neck.

Then Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and grabbed his head that was about to fall to the ground.

Grabbing the middle-aged man's hair, Song Qingshu still chuckled lightly:

"Scared?"

Blood flowed continuously from the broken neck of the middle-aged man, and the river was scarlet...

Chapter 345 Invincible River

Song Qingshu held a bleeding sword in his left hand.

Drops of blood slowly dripped into the water, as if grinding red ink in the water of a big river.

He is holding a human head in his right hand, and the neck of the human head is twisted.

Endless blood spilled from the head and neck, and all fell into the river.

Although the river flows very fast.

But the place where Song Qingshu was established was still bright red.

The speed of blood dripping far exceeds the speed of water flow.

Song Qingshu knew that this man in red armor must be a commander, so Song Qingshu beheaded him.

Because Song Qingshu wanted to scare the group of black steel soldiers who were not afraid of life and death in front of him, so he lifted the head into the air.

"Retreat! Don't kill!"

"Otherwise, we will be with this person!"

Song Qingshu threw his head into the air, and stabbed upwards with the Zixue soft sword in his left hand.

Like a string of balls, he stabbed the purple blood soft sword across the head, and roared indifferently.

at this moment.

Blood fell into Song Qingshu's mouth.

A rusty smell came from his mouth.

In front of this scene.

The sound of the river flowing seems to pause.

The group of black steel army monks who were not afraid of death looked at Song Qingshu and smiled lightly while holding his head.

Their advancing pace could not help but slow down one after another.

Song Qingshu became even more fearsome than Shura at this time.

Compared with the ghosts in hell, it makes people feel palpitations...

It's not that they are not brave enough.

It can only be said that Song Qingshu at this time is really too scary.

The Black Steel Army has also seen tragic scenes in countless battles.

But like Song Qingshu.

Smash the neck of the loser, then nail the head to his own weapon, and chuckle.

It was the first time I had seen this group of people.

So at this moment, no one dared to step on the water.

Song Qingshu nodded in satisfaction.

Because his task is not to destroy the Black Steel Army.

The most important thing is to buy time for Tang Xun, Li Zhan, and Pengshan Patriarch.

Gain time for them to destroy the three major sects of Tianyu Sect, Heisha Pavilion, and Black Feather Evil Sect.

And Song Qingshu has such confidence:

"As long as I am here, the elite of the Black Steel Army will guard me at all times!"

Because he has such confidence.

So Song Qingshu proudly went up the mountain alone.

Standing proudly in the middle of the river.

With an arrogance on his face, he walked forward slowly holding a sword with a human head stuck in it.

"Not going back?"

Song Qingshu's eyes turned from black to brown, he glanced at the people around him indifferently, and asked with a sneer.

Song Qingshu always thought that his aggressive behavior would be enough to frighten the group of monks in front of him, but what he didn't expect was that.

The group of monks were just stunned for a while, and then rushed towards Song Qingshu with their swords in their hands.

"kill!"

"Why did the leader take revenge!"

"Show me the power of the Black Steel Army, magnify my Black Steel Army!"

The shouts of killing that resounded like thunder resounded in the rushing river again.

Looking at the appearance of hundreds of ascetics stepping on the water.

Song Qingshu chuckled, and with a flick of the sword in his left hand, he threw out the head of the so-called Commander He on the sword.

Then Song Qingshu silently walked to the other shore more than ten feet away.

Silently walked towards the crowd.

He silently waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

The sword power also became silent with his silence...

A young man in blue heavy armor roared sharply, and the bronze sword in his hand turned into a wandering dragon.

Youlong skimmed across the water of the great river, carrying a majestic and profound aura of heaven and earth, blasting towards Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu raised the Zixue Soft Sword and swung it lightly at You Long.

There was a bang!

The cyan swimming dragon was cut off, and a crack appeared in the middle of the young man's blue heavy armor.

As a gust of wind blew past, the crack expanded rapidly, and blood spurted out from it, making the river red even brighter.

He fell heavily into the bloody water, struggled a few times with his hands, and splashed some waves in the bloody water.

Then he lay down in the water, floating in the river, unable to stand up again.

There was another bang!

A heavy iron sword was cut in half.

The green heavy armored man with the knife had his left arm cut off, let out a painful howl, couldn't keep his balance, and fell into the river.

A strong man in white heavy armor stood on a rock in the great river, pulling his bowstring.

Shooting arrows at Song Qingshu across the Taotao River and hundreds of monks.

He moves very lightly.

His killing intent was very light.

His voice is very low.

Therefore, it is difficult to predict the shooting of this arrow.

It's a pity that Murong Yue's movements are lighter, her killing intent is less intense, and her voice is softer than him.

They were all divided into two by Song Qingshu's sword, let alone him?

Song Qingshu felt the faint murderous aura in the breath of heaven and earth, and felt it in his heart.

But Song Qingshu didn't even look up.

He just waved the purple blood soft sword silently.

A gust of knife wind was accompanied by a strong killing intent, passing by the surging water spray, carrying moisture.

Invisibly, there was a vague shape, and it came to the strong man in white heavy armor at an unimaginable speed.

clang!

An impassioned sound like a golden horse and iron horse came from the hand of the man in white heavy armor.

Immediately, the iron bow in the strong man's hand broke directly from it, and the bowstring made of iron strings was divided into two pieces and thrown into the air.

The scattered string flowers are more beautiful than the occasional splashes in the river.

The broken bow hit him hard on the face, breaking the bridge of the nose of the white heavy armored man.

Smash his eyes, smashing out a mixture of blood and inexplicable juice.