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Song Qingshu's body was a little cloudy and misty, and his figure was a little hazy.

There was a slight electric arc under his feet, and he seemed to be standing in a thundercloud.

Song Qingshu was ready to break free from the constraints of space.

Get ready to strike back sharply when Xia Houli strikes in anger.

But Song Qingshu never thought of it.

After he finished stimulating Xia Houli.

Except for Xia Houli's face becoming more gloomy, he didn't move at all.

Song Qingshu was a little puzzled, he didn't think Xia Houli in front of him was so broad-minded.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

So Song Qingshu's eyes became more brown and yellow at the moment, and his sensitivity to the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely sensitive.

When Song Qingshu put all his mind into feeling the vitality of heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu raised his brows, and his gaze towards Xia Houli became more serious.

Xia Houli stood on the spot, raised his right hand slightly, and put his left behind his back, silent like a straw man in a rice field.

But he didn't do nothing.

In Xia Houli's right hand, a very faint vitality of heaven and earth emanated.

Although this breath is extremely weak.

However, in the breeze, the strands of breath fused into ropes, drifted for dozens of miles with the wind, and landed on the top of this big mountain.

Outside the portal of the Black Steel Army stood a black iron spear.

Before Xia Houli came to Dahe, he had inserted the iron spear deeply into the stone ground.

At that time, several cracks in the stone were shaken beside the iron gun.

At this time, the iron gun was guided by Xia Houli's breath.

So it gradually became restless from its calmness at the beginning, and the iron gun kept shaking and shaking.

The cracks in the rocks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider, spreading to the surroundings, looking like a spider web.

With a slight cracking sound, the stone ground under the iron gun cracked, and gravel flew everywhere.

The dark iron gun struggled out from the ground, roared up, and flew towards Yanming Lake.

A hurricane is coming on the mountain!

"I thought I could kill you with just my fist."

"But it looks like you have a nice sword, so I've changed my mind."

Xia Houli felt the iron spear approaching at lightning speed, a smile appeared on his indifferent mouth, he looked at Song Qingshu and said.

Song Qingshu knew what Xia Houli was calling for.

But he didn't know that a few miles away from him, there was a dark iron gun approaching at high speed.

Song Qingshu couldn't figure out how Xia Houli would make a move.

So Song Qingshu didn't want to think about it anymore.

He was even more unwilling to give Xia Houli any chance.

The waves of the big river beat against the shore.

A turbid flower splashed up, and then fell again.

The moment the waves fell into the river, Song Qingshu moved.

boom!

Due to Song Qingshu's high-speed movement, even the space trembled slightly.

Clouds and mists coexist with thunder arcs and Song Qingshu's body circles.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword produced flashes of sparks due to high-speed friction in the air.

"Destroy the enemy!"

Song Qingshu yelled loudly, and swung his sword violently to chop off Xiahouli's neck.

Chapter 349 I will teach you a lesson

Song Qingshu's people were so fast that they became an afterimage in Xia Houli's eyes.

But because Song Qingshu's sword was half a foot in front of him.

So his sword is faster than his men.

If the speed of the afterimage was half a zhang faster, it would become a bright light.

Song Qingshu didn't look at Xia Hou who had calm eyes at this time.

Because he was running so fast that he couldn't see clearly even if he wanted to.

Because he couldn't see the enemy clearly, Song Qingshu didn't look at them at all.

He just charged straight, then raised obliquely, then swept across, and finally slashed down.

These four moves are the essence of the basic sword power to destroy the enemy.

But even if the essence is refined and perfected by Song Qingshu, it is really not that powerful.

Song Qingshu didn't expect Xia Houli to fail to see how profound and difficult the sword in his hand was.

He knew that Xia Houli could understand his own sword.

But nonetheless.

But he really wanted to know how Xia Houli would pick him up.

If you want to take your own sword.

If Xia Houli is like Xia Houli, who holds one hand in the air and the other behind his back, he will be unable to catch it no matter what.

and so.

It is not difficult to see through this sword, the difficulty lies in catching it.

Once caught, the momentum will be broken, and once the momentum is broken, there will be flaws.

And the duel between masters, even if it is a short-lived flaw, is fatal.

Thinking this way, Song Qingshu roared with all his strength.

The veins in his hands popped out, just to push his sword forward more violently.

For the first time, Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's sword with an extremely serious look in his eyes.

He saw all the sword intent of Song Qingshu's sword.

He also saw all the weaknesses in Song Qingshu's sword.

But he didn't choose to make a tyrannical shot.

He didn't choose to face Song Qingshu's fierce sword.

He didn't fight back with an iron fist as hard as he thought before.

He just stood there blankly, his face was as indifferent as snow, and his pupils were as cold as ice.

He can dodge this sword effortlessly.

But his heart of martial arts doesn't allow it.

"Gun here!"

Just when the killing intent of Zixue Soft Sword was only an inch away from his neck.

Xia Houli still moved.

He roared, and the vitality in the air flew wildly in an instant.

And the murderous aura of the sword's edge was also blocked by the vitality dancing in the air.

In an instant, the Buddha speaks in an instant.

A stick-shaped black shadow broke through the clouds, and flew one foot behind Song Qingshu in an instant, faster than any lightning Song Qingshu had ever seen.

Song Qingshu could choose to continue swinging his sword forward.

It's just that the stick-shaped object will directly pierce his chest and heart.

Only then did Song Qingshu's sword cut across Xia Houli's neck, bringing out a tinge of bright red.

Xia Houli's eyes were cold, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If you choose to change your life, then you will die, and I will not!"

"I have already attached the most domineering breath of heaven and earth to the gun."

"Not to mention piercing through your body, even if there is only a small wound, your body will be stiff!"

"At that time, I will directly crush your neck and throw you into the river."

"Song Qingshu, come on!"

Song Qingshu is naturally not afraid of death.

Not to mention carrying it hard, even if he was directly pierced by the stick, he was confident that he could survive.

The body bones of ordinary Jindan Eighth Layer monks are naturally as tough as refined iron.

What's more, Song Qingshu's golden elixir is the legendary seven-color golden elixir.

If the strength of the physical body is single, Song Qingshu is confident that he will compete with the five-fold strong of the Yuanying.

But it's in this flash of lightning.

Song Qingshu felt a little uneasy, so he started to scan, and instantly understood Xia Houli's plan.