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The thinner the sound, the faster the speed, just listen to the sound from the iron gun.

Song Qingshu knew that although the speed of this iron spear was not as fast as his own sword, it was extremely terrifying.

This moment of life and death.

Song Qingshu stepped hard with his left foot into the thick earth and rock under him.

Then the whole person turned backwards like a windmill, the speed was so fast that it was difficult for Xia Houli to observe carefully.

Then Song Qingshu vigorously lifted the purple blood soft sword that rubbed against the air and emitted red light.

The blade trembled slightly in the gust of wind.

Extremely high temperature came from the blade.

"The Great Wilderness Overturns the Mountains, and the Forest Cracks the Ground!"

Faced with Xia Houli's piercing and simple shot.

All Song Qingshu could think of was his most powerful blow, which was equally simple.

Song Qingshu raised the Zixue soft sword obliquely, holding the hilt with both hands, and the veins in his hands were bulging.

He seems to have lifted a mountain of ten thousand zhang.

Then he looked at the iron spear trembling slightly in the air, and slashed down with the sword fiercely.

When cutting down, Song Qingshu roared angrily.

It seems that the mountain that does not exist in the hand is smashed down against the iron gun.

There was a loud bang!

Sparks flashed from the edge of the sword and the tip of the spear.

Song Qingshu's arms twitched in pain.

And the iron gun, which was harder than fine steel, also bent an incredible arc.

Xia Houli spat out a mouthful of blood, and his majestic breath suddenly stopped.

Immediately, the very faint breath in Xia Houli's hand became stronger.

The iron gun that was supposed to fly away let out a soft cry, and was held in Xia Houli's hand again.

A duel between masters.

Obviously only for a moment, but it always gives people the illusion of being extremely long.

In fact, only two breaths had passed from the half-moment that Xia Houli said.

Song Qingshu and Xia Houli each went through a life-and-death test.

Song Qingshu raised his slightly trembling arms, and struggled to wipe away the black hair covering his eyes.

"I always feel like we've been fighting for a long time?"

Song Qingshu thought about Xia Houli's several battles, and said indifferently.

Xia Houli spit out a mouthful of blood foam, took a deep breath of cool air, and adjusted his body to the best state: "It's just a stick of incense."

"But it's okay if you think it's been too long."

"Because you will never live to the next quarter of an hour."

"Song Qingshu, I still have half a quarter of an hour to break the blood, half an hour, life and death?"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"It doesn't take half an hour."

"Next time we confront each other, I will kill you."

Chapter 355 Hard fight

I'll kill you at the next encounter.

This is Song Qingshu's pride, so when he said these words, a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

This sentence is Xia Houli's disgrace.

So when he finished listening to Song Qingshu's words, Xia Houli's teeth started to itch.

"I will die in the next confrontation?"

"Song Qingshu, are you too arrogant?"

Xia Houli swung his iron gun through the breeze in the sky, pointed the gun at Song Qingshu's face, and said with a frown.

Song Qingshu shook his head and sneered:

"I never knew what arrogance is, and I don't lie."

"So what I say is the truth, and what I do is what I should do."

Xia Houli laughed, and the laughter shook the wind and clouds above his head:

"What a sharp tongue."

"What a Golden Core cultivator!"

"Song Qingshu, the verbal dispute is too pointless, now, let the tip of my spear speak with your sword!"

When saying these words.

Every time Xia Houli uttered a word, his aura would rise a bit.

After Xia Houli finished speaking the last word, his aura was at the peak of his life.

At this time, he was already infinitely close to the sixth level of Nascent Soul.

It seems that there is only a thin line between him and he can exert a combat power dozens of times better than the fivefold Nascent Soul.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli, who was breathing heavily, and shook his head slightly:

"Forcibly treating your remnant body has changed your life against the sky, and now you are still forcibly using the blood-breaking method to improve your cultivation."

"So, even if you really win, I'm afraid you won't live for half a year."

"Before you said that you would rather kill me than kill me, but I really don't believe it. Are you really willing?"

Xia Houli was silent when he heard the words, and after a long time, he opened his lips indifferently and said:

"Who can be willing?"

"Chun Quqiu Lai has practiced for so many years, and fought so many times without risking his life."

"I haven't really enjoyed even one day, how can I be reconciled now?"

Song Qingshu thrust the Zixue soft sword into the ground in front of him, looked at Xia Houli: "Put down your iron spear, I have a way to save your damaged source of life!"

Being able to survive is naturally a very happy thing.

So Xia Houli smiled indifferently.

It's just that the iron gun in his hand was still tightly held, never relaxing even a bit.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help frowning:

"Why? You don't want to live anymore?"

Xia Houli sneered:

"As a soldier, I don't want to die yet."

"But as a fighter, I'd rather die by your hands!"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"You still haven't answered why."

Xia Houli was silent for a long time, and then he said seriously:

"I want to see how strong you are?"

"I want to see if I will die at the hands of a Golden Core cultivator."

In the long years of life, everyone may not necessarily be able to have their own pursuits.

Therefore, those who pursue are always easier to gain the respect of others.

Song Qingshu's pursuit is to be invincible in the world, to aspire to the supreme position in the world.

So Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others worshiped him.

But Xiahouli's pursuit at the beginning seemed very vague.

He didn't know why he was alive, so he wove a dream of the black steel army number one in the world to deceive himself.

He minimizes his guilt by admitting that he is an unscrupulous soldier.

He might have lived like this forever.

It can't be said how successful it is, but it won't be so gloomy either.

Until he met Song Qingshu.

Xia Houli used the strength of the Black Steel Army to deceive himself.

But that dream was shattered by Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

Xia Houli used his military status to cover up his shamelessness.

But this fig leaf was lifted by Song Qingshu's words directly.

So Xia Houli was in a state of unbearable anger.

He suddenly let go of many previous shackles, feeling quite relieved and relaxed.

Now he really doesn't want to be a soldier, but a real soldier!

Only the strong can understand this strange emotion.

So Song Qingshu understood.