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"Just relying on the Black Steel Army, it can compete against the Tangmen Valley and the Fengjian Villa!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know how terrifying the Black Steel Army is?"

Just when Xia Houli wanted to praise the Black Steel Army again.

Song Qingshu directly interrupted his words with a wave of his hand:

"After the battle on Daheshui, the Black Steel Army is far inferior to Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa."

"After you die, the Black Steel Army will be annexed."

"This mountain of yours will also belong to me. I don't know what the name of this mountain is?"

Xia Houli heard the words, his expression was gloomy like water, and his breath was chaotic like a gust of wind.

Then he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva towards Dahe beside him, and didn't answer any more.

There was another silence between the two.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the river lapping on the bank.

Do not know why.

Although both Xia Houli and Song Qingshu raised their swords and pointed their spears at their opponents.

But they still have no intention of making a move.

They just stood there, looking at their opponents calmly and indifferently.

There are two explanations for this situation.

One is that the two cherish each other and are unwilling to decide the winner so quickly.

One is that the two are too seriously injured to decide the winner so quickly.

This decisive battle with Xia Houli was Song Qingshu's first decisive battle with a five-layer Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Although now Song Qingshu has begun to lose strength.

But this battle, Song Qingshu fought extremely happily.

So in the silence at this time, Song Qingshu smiled indifferently.

The two stood in silence for a long time.

a long time.

Song Qingshu broke the dead silence with his words:

"It's been half a day since I went up the mountain."

"If everything is still logical, then Tianyumen, Heisha Pavilion, including the Black Feather Evil Sect, have all been destroyed."

"Mountain Lord, why not surrender?"

Xia Houli took a deep breath of cold air, and suppressed the burgeoning anger in his heart: "The Black Steel Army has a dead general."

"There are dead soldiers."

"There is a dead me."

"But there are no dead army souls in the Black Steel Army! So Song Qingshu, go die!"

With the help of the moment of nonsense just now, Xia Houli adjusted his physical condition to the most perfect state.

So he roared angrily, and the iron gun that was tightly held in his hand also shot through the air like black lightning.

When he roared, the blood around his mouth was stained on the iron gun, and then the blood and the iron gun were together.

It rushed towards Song Qingshu like lightning.

This lightning bolt is heavy because it is made of iron.

This lightning bolt is fishy because it bleeds.

Song Qingshu suffered serious internal injuries.

So when he faced another blow from Xia Houli, a spirited warrior, even he felt extremely troublesome.

The iron spear pierced through the air, and came to Song Qingshu's body in an instant, stabbing towards Song Qingshu with a sharp breeze and stinky blood stains.

Due to the intense friction with the air, the dark iron gun had a bright luster, making it look extraordinarily terrifying.

Chapter 352

The wind of the gun was wrapped in the steam of the big river, rushing towards Song Qingshu's face, and the steam wet Song Qingshu's cheeks.

The sharp gun wind hit Song Qingshu's cheeks with pain.

Her head was full of black hair, like water plants in a big river, and she fell backwards.

This shot was Xia Houli's shot that he forgot to die, and it was a shot that combined all his martial arts aura.

It's just that when the iron spear pierced through the air, it seemed a little anxious.

Because in addition to the lingering wind of the gun, it also has a sense of confusion.

Although the existence of this chaos will not affect the power of the iron gun.

But when the gun came out, it couldn't be a pure blow.

So no matter how strong this gun is, its power is limited.

But even if the power is limited, this gun is still very strong!

The expression is not contradictory.

The paradox is the gun itself.

The paradox is the current Xia Houli.

He really wanted to see how strong Song Qingshu was, but he really wanted to nail him to the point of the spear in an instant.

That's why Xia Houli fired the shot.

It came like wind and thunder, but it seemed unwilling.

"The winner will be determined in an instant, and then the survivors of the Black Steel Army will be led to rescue other sects."

"But you still feel sorry for me, are you going to see what kind of power I can have?"

"Xia Houli, if you are willing to surrender, you must be the number one general in the Emperor Sect!"

Song Qingshu launched a sweep, and scanned the gun with the rapidity of thunder and lightning.

So he understood all the spirits and weaknesses of this gun, including when it was thrown.

Xia Houli's entanglement.

"Song Qingshu! I know you can avoid this shot, but I want to see if you can catch it!"

Xia Houli stood proudly on the spot.

His right hand was raised flat in the air, maintaining the movement when throwing the iron gun.

It's not that he doesn't want to put his right hand down.

In fact, it all happened too fast.

After he threw the iron gun, he only had time to shout these words to Song Qingshu.

Everything else is too late...

Before hearing Xia Houli's shout.

The lightning arc under Song Qingshu's feet has already started to flicker.

It seemed that in the next moment he would turn into lightning and disappear here.

The few circles of clouds and mist around him have begun to blur.

It seemed that in the next moment he would turn into a man in the fog and travel far away.

Yes.

What Xia Houli said was quite right.

Although his shot is strong, powerful enough to split mountains and seas.

Soon, so fast that it was impossible to guess where it was.

But as long as Song Qingshu is willing.

Then the tip of the spear would brush against the hem of his clothes.

This gun speed can't even keep up with one-thousandth of his figure.

A gun that can't stab people, no matter how strong it is?

Song Qingshu understood this truth very well.

But he didn't want to leave at this moment.

"I want to try this spear, I want to try the spear that the five-fold strong Nascent Soul would do."

"I have no reason to go! I failed to block Mo Xiejia's palm gracefully before, so let me block your shot now!"

"I want to see how chic I can be!"

Song Qingshu thought so.

The eyes that popped out of his pupils were full of hope and yearning.

So the lightning arc under his feet disappeared in the air, and he stood on the ground.

So the clouds and mist around him disappeared in the air, and he was no longer ethereal.

Song Qingshu saw that Xia Houli's spear had only one weakness.

That's where the shining gun head is.

Besides, this shot was perfect, so perfect that Song Qingshu couldn't restrain himself from catching it.

"what!"