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"If you carry it hard, you will be injured, if you are injured, you will show weakness, if you show weakness, you will die."

"Will I die the moment I show weakness?"

"Xia Houli, it seems that you are not only a peerless master at the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul, but also a scheming bastard."

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu sneered slightly.

Then he stepped heavily on a protruding stone on the ground with his right foot, and used his strength to forcibly twist his body in the air.

Facing the direction the gun came from, his arms were filled with the strong vitality of Kunzhi's artistic conception.

Then Song Qingshu roared angrily, and danced the light and sharp Zixue soft sword in front of him into an airtight blade.

Wherever the knife and flower plundered, there were explosions in the air.

"Cuilan Chaos Sea Decision!"

The edge of the blade trembled slightly, and there were endless sword movements in the impenetrable blade flower.

Like a screen made of a sea, it is isolated between Song Qingshu and the gun.

A loud bang.

The iron spear that came from the mountain peak through the clouds was extremely tyrannical and unreasonable, and it stabbed fiercely into the blade in front of him.

Even though, this iron spear had already been weakened by the sea-like Taotao sword in Song Qingshu's Cuilan Chaos Sea Battle.

But at the moment when the tip of the iron gun hits the knife flower.

Except for a loud bang and sparks.

There is also a huge force swimming out of the iron spear like a giant python.

Song Qingshu felt a huge irresistible force, which spread to himself along the purple blood soft sword.

Song Qingshu's body was still in the air, and he was hit hard suddenly, and he suffered a heavy setback.

Then he fell at an accelerated rate and slammed into the big river several zhang away from Xiahou, causing a big turbid wave.

Song Qingshu put his right hand on the ground and jumped up from the waves, as agile as a dragon.

After falling into the water, Song Qingshu stood upright on the ground again within a short time.

"Phew! Nice gun."

Song Qingshu's hands trembled slightly, and he let out a breath of foul air.

Then Song Qingshu looked at the iron spear stuck under Xia Houli's feet, and said with a smile.

Xia Houli looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed:

"This gun entrusts all my martial arts yearning."

"The shot just now was a full-bodied blow that I had been preparing for for a long time."

"Such a shot, of course, is very good, such a shot, you are not dead, it is really unreasonable."

The iron spear was very long, and it landed on the wet river bank. The tip of the spear had penetrated a few minutes, but it was much higher than Xia Houli's burly body.

The gun body is dark in color, dull in luster, straight without any curvature.

There are no carvings on the surface of the gun, and it is extremely smooth.

Song Qingshu inspected it for a long time, and found that the only difference between this spear and the stick is that it has an extremely sharp head with a bright light.

"Simple is powerful."

"It seems that everyone in the strong world already knows this truth?"

Song Qingshu held up the Zixue soft sword in his hand, looked at Xia Houli with a heavy face, and said with a sneer.

Xia Houli nodded, then stretched out his right hand and pulled out the gun, pointed at Song Qingshu brightly, "Everyone understands this principle, but it's not certain who can do it."

"Song Qingshu, let me teach you a lesson now, what is really simple and what is really powerful!"

"Maybe, this is the last lesson of your life, you should cherish it."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and let out a loud voice:

"bring it on!"

Chapter 350 Iron Spear and Purple Sword

Xia Houli had already forgotten how long he hadn't swung his gun.

Since he stepped into the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul.

The world's hostility toward him seemed to have vanished.

Maybe Tangmen Valley or Fengjian Villa had thought about taking action against the Black Steel Army before.

But as Xia Houli and Mo Xiejia continued to grow stronger, the strange balance among the three sects stabilized.

This piece of the world has also rarely ushered in peace in the past few decades.

It's not really peace, it's just a decades-long truce.

And with Mo Xiejia about to leave the customs, the decades-long truce will soon come to an end.

"In less than three days, the Black Feather Evil Sect will dominate this world."

"Song Qingshu, what kind of bastard are you to make a move in these most critical days?"

"Originally, I could become the general under the account of the world overlord without firing a single shot."

"Originally, I should have the supreme glory!"

"Song Qingshu, you should die!"

The moment before he swung his gun at Song Qingshu.

Xia Houli thought a lot.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The more he thought about it, the more the veins in his palms bulged.

He took a few steps in the direction of Song Qingshu.

The light in the palm of his hand gradually flickered, and he waved at Song Qingshu.

As a result, the vitality of the entire sky and the earth smashed down on Song Qingshu.

The word smashing is not a general term.

Because this is the current situation of the vitality of this world.

Not pressure.

Not chopping.

Not to mention chopping.

Instead, it was like a heavy hammer that hit Song Qingshu's head hard.

Ruo Song Qingshu had never comprehended martial arts at the artistic conception level.

Faced with such a violent blow, Song Qingshu could only bear it with his own strength.

Maybe it will be directly photographed underground, and a mouthful of blood foam will be photographed.

But today's Song Qingshu has already comprehended the martial arts of Kunzhi's artistic conception to the top of the room, with a high degree of proficiency.

Even if it is the all-out coercion of the Nascent Soul fifth-layer powerhouse, what is it?

A cloud of mist floated up on Song Qingshu's body, and the deep blackness in his pupils turned into earthy brown.

The incomparably majestic vitality of heaven and earth smashed directly against Song Qingshu's body, without shaking a single hair of Song Qingshu.

boom!

The ground under Song Qingshu's feet was directly smashed into a big hole by the vitality of heaven and earth.

Like being hammered like a hammer.

"So what if you hit me with the power of the world?"

"I am a part of the general trend of heaven and earth. Could it be that you can kill water with water?"

Song Qingshu lifted his feet and walked out of the big sunken pit.

He looked at the gloomy Xia Houli, cleared his throat, and said with a smile.

When Song Qingshu used the Cloud and Mist Surrounding Art, he was like a person in a painting.

Even if Xia Houli borrows the vitality of heaven and earth from the real world to kill Song Qingshu.

It's just like tearing apart this picture scroll.

If the picture scroll is torn, how can it destroy the artistic conception in the painting?

Breaking the ground where Song Qingshu stands, how can Song Qingshu be hurt?

So Song Qingshu stood in front of Xia Houli unscathed, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I endured the first ultimate move with great perseverance, but I failed to kill you."

"But this second ultimate move of the vitality of heaven and earth, which cannot be avoided, unexpectedly failed to kill you?"

"Song Qingshu, do you know that these two unbelievable misses have already made me feel a little strange."

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu, and raised the iron spear in his hand, the point of the spear was shining brightly.

With a strong killing intent, Xia Houli spoke to Song Qingshu with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Xia Houli is not an ordinary so-called master who thinks highly of himself.

He is a real fighter.

Before becoming the leader of the Black Steel Army Mountain, Xia Houli had fought in real battlefields for decades.

During those decades.