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Xia Houli has shed blood and tears, knowing the pain of death and the greatness of life.

So in a way.

He is stronger than Tang Xun and others because he is a person who can fight.

He knew how to use the sharpest method to nail Song Qingshu to the point of his iron spear.

But now that he missed twice, it really made him doubt his past life.

It made him doubt that there was something wrong with his method of killing the enemy.

But the time left for Xia Houli to regret and worry was only a moment.

Song Qingshu saw that Xia Houli's indifferent eyes were already showing a hint of annoyance, and his mood was no longer calm.

So Song Qingshu shot like a thunderbolt.

Thunder arcs gradually appeared under Song Qingshu's feet. He held the Zixue soft sword tightly, stepped on the air with his right foot, and there was a muffled sound in the air.

Then Song Qingshu's figure swept across the river for more than ten feet in an instant, and he flipped his wrist.

Raising the sharp and light purple blood soft sword, he slashed towards Xia Houli.

The meaning of the sword has the meaning of the wildness and simplicity of the mountains and mountains.

It has the prestige of the crystal water waves that are born and died in the blue sea.

Song Qingshu's sword came with mountains and seas.

Song Qingshu's speed was astonishing.

The cool breeze on the big river blew the crimson bloody clothes on his body, and the clothes made a whistling sound, as if a piece of twilight was about to disperse.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's lingering sword, and his eyes turned cold again.

Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword was still a foot away from Xia Houli.

The whistling sound of the sword's edge piercing through the air hadn't completely entered Xia Houli's ears at this time.

Xia Houli was forced to meet the enemy.

Xia Houli let out a loud voice, and the vitality of heaven and earth, which was like a vast ocean, poured into his right hand.

Then he stabbed the iron spear at Song Qingshu fiercely.

His whole body's energy and strength are concentrated on the iron spear, which is enough to break mountains and seas!

An extremely bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong jet of air, spread from between the purple blood soft sword's blade and the spear tip to the surroundings.

The water surface of the big river not far away trembled due to the shock, and the bamboo forest beside the big river withered and collapsed.

"Humph!"

Xia Houli felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and he almost couldn't hold the iron gun in his hand.

He thought Song Qingshu was the same.

But when he saw the breezy smile on Song Qingshu's mouth, he snorted angrily.

But what Xia Houli thought was different.

In this burst of collision, Song Qingshu was not so relaxed.

Song Qingshu's wrist also felt the pain of bone shattering.

But with an extremely tenacious mind, he stabilized his figure.

Then he exhaled lightly, and then borrowed the force of the shock from the blade.

Turning in circles in the breeze, whistling, he charged at Xia Houli again, a bit faster than before.

There was a clang.

A dark force poured into Xiahou's body.

Xia Houli's brows raised slightly, and his heart trembled. Xia Houli pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to scream.

But maybe the blood in Xia Houli's mouth was too thick, even if Xia Houli wanted to bear it, he couldn't help it.

"vomit!"

Xia Houli vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his momentum was no longer as majestic as before.

Chapter 351 A chat, a clear gun

"You are no longer as powerful as before."

"Your gun is trembling slightly, indicating that your palm is no longer as powerful as before."

"Your breath has trembled slightly, which means that you will never be able to stab as well as you did at the beginning."

"Xia Houli, you said that you want to teach me a lesson, and it will be the last lesson in my life."

"But now, you, the lecturer, seem to be dying!"

Song Qingshu is holding a purple blood soft sword.

He stood several feet away from Xiahou.

Song Qingshu's mouth was a little red, and he said to Xiahou with a smile.

There was a little sweetness in his throat, but he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

So just looking at it this way, Song Qingshu's situation is much, much better than Xia Houli's.

Listening to Song Qingshu's sarcasm, Xia Houli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth angrily.

Then Song Qingshu raised the iron spear, and roared at Song Qingshu with blood in his mouth: "I can't get that shot?"

"Song Qingshu, I can still stab countless spears, but how many times can you block them?"

"As long as I can stab your body with a single shot, then you will be directly pierced by my shot in an instant!"

Song Qingshu laughed.

Then Song Qingshu strolled towards Xiahouli.

He first walked slowly, as quiet and elegant as a walk.

Then it was a quick walk, Xiang seemed to be going to an appointment with an old friend.

Immediately Song Qingshu trotted away, avoiding a burst of clouds and spring rain.

In the end, Song Qingshu sprinted like a heroic soldier roaring on the battlefield.

Xia Houli roared angrily, raised his gun again and stabbed Song Qingshu away.

clang!

The light on the edge of the iron gun is shining brightly.

After a very crisp and loud noise, Xia Houli and Song Qingshu both flew back tragically like injured big birds.

One person fell into the big river, splashing several feet of turbid waves.

One person bumped into a huge boulder on the river bank, and there was the sound of toothache colliding.

Every collision between the iron spear and the Zixue soft sword was so simple and powerful.

The duel between the tip of the gun and the edge of the sword seems simple and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of breaking mountains and lakes.

The dark iron spear trembled at a very high frequency in Xia Houli's hands, unable to calm down for a long time.

There was a desperate and chilling sound from the barrel of the gun.

Song Qingshu stood up, patted the dust off his body, the smile on his face was now full of dignity.

Xia Houli stood up, but he felt that his wrist seemed to be broken...

As a result, Xia Houli's face was as pale as paper, and he could only hold the iron sword in his hand, and stood up from the water in great pain.

After these several encounters.

The two of them had to admit that they really underestimated their opponents at first.

Song Qingshu thought that he could beat the Yuanying five-fold powerhouse like blowing ashes.

But he never thought that Xiahou would be so tenacious, he fell down several times and stood up again.

If Song Qingshu's thoughts are troubles.

Then Xia Houli's thoughts could be despair.

To know.

As early as two years ago, he was a Nascent Soul fifth-layer strongman, and his combat power was more than twice that of a Nascent Soul fourth-layer strongman.

And the Nascent Soul fourth-layer strongman is more than a hundred times stronger than the Jindan ninth-layer monk.

But now Song Qingshu doesn't even have the Ninefold Golden Core.

With only the humble cultivation base of the Eighth Layer of Golden Core, he crossed the gap in cultivation base like a moat to fight against himself.

Moreover, Song Qingshu has never been at a disadvantage in several fights.

Once Xia Houli could also be explained as his own miss.

But it happened again and again.

Then Xia Houli had to admit with great pain:

"Song Qingshu, you are indeed too strong..."

Song Qingshu didn't know how Xia Houli thought of him.

He simply held up the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and said indifferently like snow: "I thought I could stab you to death easily."

"I never thought you were so strong. It seems that what Li Zhan and Tang Xun said to me was right."

"The Black Steel Army is the strongest of the affiliated sects of the Black Feather Evil Sect, it really makes sense."

Xia Houli smiled wryly:

"If the Black Steel Army goes out independently."