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However, the white heavy armored man never let out a scream.

Because at the moment the bow broke, endless killing intent had passed through his neck.

Following the appearance of a light red line, his neck was cut off directly, and his head fell into the water with a popping sound.

Coupled with the blood on the neck, this head is like a reddish fruit that fell into the water from the branch.

Although the sword is in hand.

The sword's edge can only reach half a zhang in front of him.

But as long as he makes a false move, there will be infinite killing intent born from the sword.

There is a Linglie sword that travels thousands of miles to kill people.

This is Song Qingshu's unique way of holding a sword.

His movements were very stable, and his breathing was never short and disorderly.

No matter how terrifying the person in front of him looks, how fierce the sword is.

Song Qingshu just swung the sword, and the sword turned into afterimages in his left hand.

Whether it's the ghostly iron arrows shot by the Nascent Soul strongman, or the swords of a large group of Golden Core cultivators flying away.

Its speed cannot be faster than Song Qingshu's killing intent with the sword.

Moreover, this killing intent is invisible and qualityless.

The sword was as sharp as wind and thunder.

How do you prevent it?

He raised his sword and hacked to death several Nascent Soul-level powerhouses in extraordinary heavy armor.

This is just a microcosm in this massacre.

As Song Qingshu continued to swing the sword.

Step forward without stopping.

His eyes became colder.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is even more evil.

The rushing river has become like a red river.

Experts kept rushing to Song Qingshu.

However, after just meeting each other, someone howled and fell into the river.

Song Qingshu at this time.

Invincible!

Chapter 346 You Are Not Worthy To Draw Your Sword

Someone came with a sword and stepped on the water, and turbid flowers were born and died on the river.

Someone bent his bow and shot in the depths of the sea of ​​people, and the arrow was as soft as a ghost.

Someone controls the sword with Qi, and the sword traverses the sky, leaving a path of the sword pierced by the sword Qi.

however.

It doesn't matter whether the person who comes is coming with a sword drawn.

Or use Qi to control the sword to break through the sky.

What's more, the bow is just like a ghost.

Song Qingshu just walked towards the other shore.

While walking, he silently waved the Zixue soft sword.

A clatter.

Zixue's soft sword pierced through someone's arm, cutting off the hand holding the sword.

A click.

The dao sword that soared nimbly like a swimming dragon in the air was directly shattered.

humming sound.

The strong bow that was shot with the sword in the dark broke directly, and there was a soft sound from the bowstring.

It was supposed to be a big river with a quiet view.

At this time, it has become the cruelest Shura land in the world.

No matter how many people come.

In front of Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword, it was just a single strike.

Few people can bear two swords.

Even if there are, they are those Nascent Soul experts who are far superior to Golden Core cultivators.

But how many such masters are there?

Among the five hundred ascetics who stood opposite Song Qingshu, there are less than a hundred who can still stand in front of Song Qingshu.

Among them, there are very few Nascent Soul experts left.

Most people couldn't even hold a sword in front of Song Qingshu.

Some monks with a slightly weaker mind.

After being lightly glanced at by Song Qingshu, he fell into the water, unable to raise even a sliver of energy in his body.

Song Qingshu looked at the monks whose hands were trembling with swords, and with a slight smile on his lips, he raised his sword and walked forward.

"Scared?"

Song Qingshu's white clothes were already dyed blood red.

However, he never cared, letting the mixture of river water and blood dye his white clothes scarlet.

He smiled jokingly, and said to the monk in front of him.

This was the second time he said it after arriving at the big river.

The first sound was after he nailed Commander He to his Zixue soft sword, and said it while watching everyone.

The second sound is now.

Reply to Song Qingshu's first call.

It was the roar and endless killing intent of hundreds of monks.

And replied Song Qingshu's second voice.

It was a dead silence, and some people even forgot to breathe out.

The blood flowing from the stump and broken arm has already dyed the entire river red.

Song Qingshu walked in the big river, like a demon walking in the red water of hell.

only.

The devil is carrying a life-threatening sickle and a ferocious laugh.

Song Qingshu is wearing a bloody purple blood soft sword and a smile on his face...

And those black steel soldiers who were not afraid of death.

Now that Song Qingshu was walking slowly, they actually began to tremble slightly.

Song Qingshu raised his sword, and the monk in black steel walked back involuntarily.

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, and the monk in black steel even wanted to cry.

"Why, are you so afraid that no one dares to come forward again?"

Song Qingshu put down the Zixue soft sword, shrugged, and said indifferently.

For a moment, there was only the sound of running water between Song Qingshu and the group of people.

Deathly silence is the theme at this time.

Song Qingshu's dark eyes scanned the group of monks in front of him.

When his line of sight is about to meet.

Everyone will lower their heads in advance to ensure that their eyes will not meet Song Qingshu's.

Looking at such a weak scene.

Song Qingshu shook his head in disappointment:

"After I stepped into the eighth level of Jindan, I always felt that my realm rose too fast."

"So I very much hope that I can usher in a death battle, a death battle that makes me feel threatened by life and death."

"Now I'm a little disappointed."

said here.

Song Qingshu directly inserted the Zixue soft sword back into the scabbard behind him, no matter how much flesh and blood of the enemy remained on the sword.

Seeing this, a Nascent Soul expert in heavy silver armor gritted his teeth: "Your enemy is right in front of you, how dare you withdraw your sword?"

"Could it be that you want to court death?"

"Or, are you just humiliating us?!"

Song Qingshu looked at the blood stains flowing from the mouth of this strong Nascent Soul, looked at his eyes that were glaring angrily, and smiled jokingly: "My enemies are all dead."

"Those who live but dare not die are not worthy of being my enemy."

"Your internal organs have been crushed, and few bones in your body are intact. You are also dying."

"Others, do you still want to die?"