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Song Qingshu roared angrily, raised the Zixue soft sword and slashed at the stabbing spear head.

clang!

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the sparks born from the collision oscillated between the sky and the earth.

hum!

There was also a buzzing sound amidst the roar of gold and iron.

Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth was shattered by the shaking of Zixue Soft Sword, dripping with blood.

The iron gun trembled uncontrollably in the air, like a dragon trembling in pain.

visible.

At such a moment, how strong is the confrontation between the two.

Xiahouli's lifelong pride and martial arts thoughts were entrusted to this dark iron gun.

So this iron gun is like a stick.

It's just because Xia Houli firmly believes that simplicity is powerful, and purity is beauty.

He could not wait to make this iron gun his heir.

Therefore, Xia Houli could clearly perceive all the details from the iron gun.

So he saw how powerful Song Qingshu's sword was.

As mighty as a mountain, as infinite as a blue sea.

Facing this sword, Xia Houli didn't know if he could win.

"Ouch... Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Song Qingshu picked up Xia Houli's lifeless shot, and he himself had no way to stand proudly.

With the shock coming from the iron gun.

Xia Houli's legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground with a pale face.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then took a big breath of fresh air.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who was kneeling on the ground, and wanted to come up and chop off his head with a sword.

But he took Xia Houli's shot hard.

Song Qingshu could feel that his entire hand bone was shattered into powder.

So he couldn't lift Zixue Soft Sword at this time.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to heal his wounds with the heart-healing method in the Tiandi chat group, while using words to delay time for himself: "How does it feel to be shot through by someone who sacrificed his life?"

"Feeling good? Or feeling very sorry?"

Xia Houli struggled to get up.

But after getting up several times, his legs became weak and he fell down again.

After several attempts like this, Xia Houli simply sat down on the floor:

"I don't feel good and I don't feel sorry."

"I just think it's very unfair."

Song Qingshu's injury still exists.

The broken hand bone has not been completely repaired, so he still wants to delay the time: "Why is it unfair?"

Xia Houli said:

"I am the fifth level of the Nascent Soul. I don't know how many years I have practiced hard, and I don't know how many scenery I have seen."

"You are only at the eighth level of the golden core, and the road of cultivation can be said to have just started."

"However, you are stronger than me! Tell me! Is this fair!"

In the end, like an angry child, Xia Houli raised his fist and beat the ground heavily.

The ground where he sat on the ground suddenly heard a roar, and the dust gradually rose into the blue sky.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who lost his composure due to anger, and smiled slightly: "If you lose, you lose."

"Xia Houli, you are a real soldier, and I will properly arrange everything for the Black Steel Army."

"Those who surrender will stay, those who do not surrender will disperse, and those who do not disperse will be killed."

"So, you can die in peace."

When Song Qingshu said this, his hand bones had been completely repaired.

So he walked forward with a smile, but looked at Xia Houli who was still smiling from a distance.

Song Qingshu was puzzled, with lingering fears:

"why are you laughing?"

Xia Houli laughed:

"This mountain is changed to Qinglan Mountain, and there are a group of people on the mountain at this time."

"A group of people who are about to kill you!"

Chapter 353 White Hair and Blue Silk

"Earlier you said I was a fighter."

"This statement is not appropriate."

"Because I'm actually a soldier."

"During the years of fighting for the Black Feather Evil Sect, I realized it very clearly."

"A fighter can fight for himself, so they can stick to the righteous path they believe in."

"And as a soldier, when I stand with a sword, I don't just hold it for myself."

"So, to win, I can do anything."

"Soldiers are deceitful, so they can show that they can't!"

Xia Houli struggled to get up from the muddy ground, his burly body bent slightly, looked at Song Qingshu, and spoke boldly.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"What kind of tricks are soldiers? Are you just thinking of bullying the few with the more?"

"Doing things that are shameless, but still have open and aboveboard words on your lips, Xia Houli, are you so unbearable?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's irony.

The indifferent look on Xia Houli's face remained unchanged.

He just stood silently, occasionally raising his head to look at the smoke and dust flying up the mountain.

That was the remaining force of the Black Steel Army preparing to assist the other three cases.

There are nearly a thousand Jindan monks and nearly 20 Yuanying monks.

The strongest among them has the terrifying realm of the fourth level of the Nascent Soul, and even the weakest has the seventh level of the Golden Core.

This force is several times more terrifying than the hundreds of practitioners who came to annihilate Song Qingshu.

originally.

Xia Houli hoped that this terrifying practice army could dominate the world and make him invincible.

However, he never thought that the first time this army made a move, there was only one enemy.

So when Xiahou was getting closer and closer to the hustle and bustle that filled the sky, his eyes were full of entangled emotions.

Song Qingshu followed Xia Houli's gaze to the top of the mountain, looking at the smoke and dust flying all over the sky: "There are three Jindan monks, 980, and seventeen Nascent Soul experts."

"The strongest can see the threshold of the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, and the weakest can also have the entry level of the seventh level of Jindan."

"Xia Houli, is your pride and hope nothing more than that?"

"If so, then you will be disappointed!"

Song Qingshu scanned the strength of the thousand-man army in an instant.

Then Song Qingshu turned his head slightly, looked at Xia Houli, and said with a sneer.

Song Qingshu's smile was very natural, without a trace of reluctance or embarrassment.

But only he himself knows his worries and troubles when facing this army.

Song Qingshu is extremely good at fighting.

Since he joined the Tiandi chat group, he has been practicing his fighting skills all the time.

So whether it was the water treading battle just now, or the life-and-death struggle with Xia Houli.

As long as the matter can be solved with one blow, then Song Qingshu will not use two swords and two swords.

The reason for being so cautious is that there is always a sense of crisis in Song Qingshu's heart.

Although the current Song Qingshu's strength is beyond ordinary people's imagination, every time he swings a knife, he always pays some price.

Even if it is the price of a hair, a wisp of thought power.

No matter how small the price has accumulated, it will also affect whether I can continue to stand on this Qinglan mountain.

It will also affect whether I can drag the Black Steel Army here.

Gain precious time for Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others.

So the army of thousands of ascetics who came next really made Song Qingshu feel disgusted and annoyed.

But standing in front of Xia Houli, he smiled calmly.

Looking at Song Qingshu who was smiling calmly, Xia Houli gave a wry smile, his face full of bitterness.

Immediately, Xia Houli's laughter subsided, without any emotion on his face, he said indifferently: "The army that came here is the entire background of the Black Steel Army for countless years."