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"Even if you wipe out the other three sects, the fighting spirit of this army will not be weakened by even one point."

"When Master Moxiejia leaves the customs, this army will become his sharpest blade!"

"And you, Song Qingshu, you will be the first person to die tragically under this sword."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"An idiot would think so!"

"Whether I will die or not, I don't know, but Xia Houli, you will be the first Nascent Soul fifth-layer powerhouse I kill!"

The shattered bones in Song Qingshu's right arm have all been repaired.

So Song Qingshu held the purple blood soft sword and walked towards Xia Houli step by step.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's Shura-like figure, frowned, and was about to say something.

But the feeling of boredom in his chest made Xia Houli cough violently with his hands covering his mouth.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Coughing and coughing, thick and smelly blood spilled from Xia Houli's fingers.

Song Qingshu stopped, raised his brows slightly:

"Are you dying already?"

Xia Houli flicked his palm and sprinkled the blood on the palm of the river, the blood was diluted by the river: "No, you can only die."

Song Qingshu took another step forward:

"If I kill you, I will slaughter your thousand-man army, Xia Houli, do you have any last words?"

Xia Houli heard the words, but remained silent.

He took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath spread from his body, and then re-entered under the skin.

The Dahe water seemed to feel the coldness of this breath, so the flow of the Taotao River slowed down a lot.

Little ice floes, floating on the water of the big river.

Finally, as several pieces of ice appeared layer upon layer on the water of the great river, the great river was completely frozen and condensed.

Xia Houli's long black hair left the shabby black robe and fluttered in the cold wind, among which a few white hairs were very conspicuous.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Houli's cheeks slumped slightly, and he lost weight rapidly, but the aura exuding from him became even stronger.

The wind hissed.

In the hissing sound, Xia Houli's torn black robe was directly shattered into pieces, spraying around like snowflakes.

He revealed his strong naked body, standing by the frozen river, like a rocky mountain.

At this moment, an almost miraculous scene happened.

The endless vitality of heaven and earth around Xia Houli rushed directly into Xia Houli's body as if uncontrollable.

An extremely fresh breath of life swam through Xia Houli's body, instantly repairing all the injuries on Xia Houli's body that were injured by Song Qingshu.

Under the action of this fresh breath of life, the meridians that were originally riddled with holes were restored to their original condition.

The meridian is even thicker than before, expanding and contracting slightly with Xia Houli's breathing, as if it has its own life.

The few white hairs that were fluttering in the wind turned into black at this moment.

Song Qingshu couldn't help frowning when he saw Xia Houli's inexplicable changes: "At the price of life, I can obtain a momentary powerful force and forcibly repair the injury."

"Is this secret method of yours called the blood-breaking method?"

Xia Houli was indifferent, but his doubts could be seen from the tightness on his brows: "It has been lost for a long time, how do you know?!"

Chapter 354 Arrogant words

Song Qingshu spent so long chatting with the group of great emperors on the Tiandi group.

Even if he didn't learn much of the legendary exercises, he still studied many exercises to a general understanding.

When Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli's black hair, he had already guessed that it was a secret technique to forcibly increase his life force.

In addition, Song Qingshu also has a cheat like sweeping.

Analyzing that Xia Houli forcibly improved his strength by burning his lifespan, it was easy for Song Qingshu.

"The method of breaking the blood, if you refine it to perfection, you can directly increase your strength several times in an instant at the cost of your lifespan."

"It's just that this kind of secret method has extremely high requirements on one's own cultivation level, and it will cause great damage."

"Xia Houli, in order to kill me alone, it is very likely that you will lose no less than 50 years of life."

"The cultivation base has dropped from the fifth level of Nascent Soul to the fourth level of Nascent Soul. I want to ask you if it is worth it?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said with a joking smile after reading Xia Houli's blood-breaking method with a scan.

Xia Houli stroked his hair with his hand, felt the tenacity coming from it, and said indifferently: "Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair."

"Song Qingshu, if I can kill you here, so what if I live forever?"

"If you can lay down the corpse on the spot, even if you change your life for another, it will be profitable for me."

When Xia Houli said these words, the look in his eyes was unusually rigorous and serious.

This shows that in Xia Houli's eyes, Song Qingshu has long been regarded as his mortal enemy.

And it's the kind of mortal enemy who can exchange lives for lives.

This alone is enough for Song Qingshu to be proud for a long time.

pity.

Although in the eyes of Song Qingshu, Xia Houli can be regarded as a hero.

But he is a man who will aspire to the pinnacle of the world sooner or later.

How can the little Nascent Soul fivefold be enough for him and himself to change lives?

So Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"In your eyes, it may be a profit."

"But it's a big loss for me."

"Xia Houli, there is only one way for us to fight this battle."

"That means you die and I live!"

Xia Houli frowned:

"Why?"

Song Qingshu shrugged, smiled in the most natural tone and said the most domineering words: "Because I can't die, so you can only die."

Xia Houli was indifferent, he raised his head slightly in the cold wind, looked at the hustle and bustle of the peak and frowned: "In less than a quarter of an hour, the group of people who killed you will come, but I have changed my mind now."

"Half a quarter of an hour, I will kill you here on the spot."

Song Qingshu held Zixue Soft Sword horizontally across his chest, and jokingly smiled:

"Why don't you become a soldier now?"

"You can hold on for half an hour at this time, waiting for thousands of monks to surround and kill me."

"There is no need to risk being killed by me..."

Don't wait for Song Qingshu to finish his words.

The vitality of the world around Xia Houli's body became even colder, and he glanced at Song Qingshu coldly: "Risking the risk of being killed by you?"

"……very good."

"I also had the urge to become a soldier before, but now, because of your words, I will do it even if it is half an hour of being a soldier!"

Song Qingshu didn't take it seriously, still chuckled lightly:

"Why?"

Xia Houli let out a loud voice:

"Because I want to kill you with my own hands! Sprinkle a pile of your blood on my martial arts path!"

Previously, Xia Houli's attitude was that he had to kill Song Qingshu.

But now his attitude has changed to wanting to kill Song Qingshu.

One is that we have to.

This is a helpless and forced suffering.

First, I really want to.

It is an expectation and a desire.

Song Qingshu didn't know why Xia Houli had such an emotional change.

All he knew was that Xia Houli was a little different from the beginning.

"Gun here!"

Xiahou stretched out his hand and roared angrily at a place behind Song Qingshu.

With a sound, a stick-shaped object trembled slightly behind Song Qingshu.

Then there was a buzzing sound.

The black iron spear that had just been chopped off by Song Qingshu's sword trembled violently in the rock.

Immediately, the black iron gun broke free from Shi Yan's obstruction, and flew towards Song Qingshu.

The dark iron spear pierced the cold wind blowing through the river, piercing the condensed ice in the air.

Piercing the slightest cold wind, with a sharp whistling sound, it pierced Song Qingshu's head like lightning.

The sharp whistling sound is the sound of breaking wind, and the sound of rushing before the tip of a sharp gun.