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After listening to Xia Houli's words, a rare smile appeared on Song Qingshu's always indifferent and cold face: "The battle of life and death is not a soldier, but a soldier?"

Xia Houli nodded fiercely:

"warrior!"

Song Qingshu laughed, and the purple blood soft sword stuck in the stone soared into the air.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and shook it, looking at Xia Houli who was about to make a move:

"I admire Qingshu, please!"

Song Qingshu slammed down.

Suddenly, there was a violent roar on the banks of the big river.

The air exploded, and the cold mist in the rivers was shattered like powder by the air waves.

Xia Houli, who was originally standing here, instantly crossed the powdery snow on the frozen river.

He swept half a foot in front of Song Qingshu, shouted like thunder, and held the gun in both hands as if holding an iron rod.

Throwing at Song Qingshu unreasonably!

The cold wind howled, and there were several shattering sounds from the ice on the water.

And in the ice surface that was broken by the gunshot wind, the big river was tumbling in fear at this time.

The arc of lightning appeared and disappeared under Song Qingshu's feet, and his body seemed to be melted into a thick fog.

The former Lei Ling Fengshen's leg made Song Qingshu shrink to an inch in an instant.

The latter's clouds and mists made Song Qingshu disappear like a ghost in a blink of an eye.

After increasing his speed to the limit.

Song Qingshu stepped heavily on the solid ground, and his body shook suddenly.

Holding a knife in both hands...jumping to the top of his head, he slashed fiercely at the warrior who had become half an hour.

Xia Houli was expressionless, he broke through the ice floes on the water surface, and then threw his spear at Song Qingshu.

This iron gun contained the infinite power he bought at the cost of burning his life.

This iron gun bears his painful perception and unwillingness after reflecting on the past of his life.

Although Song Qingshu is extremely powerful.

But facing such a shot from Xia Houli, he couldn't resist.

There was only a loud bang, and he jumped into the cold wind of the world, and instantly fell to the ice surface of the big river at an even faster speed!

Now the black iron spear is no longer flying in the cold wind and the sky, but is tightly held in Xia Houli's hand.

In perhaps the last battle of his life, Xia Hou, who had been a soldier for too long, finally returned to the original world.

The power is endless, and the courage is born, showing the demeanor that a fighter should really have.

At this time, Xia Houli's aura had climbed to the peak of his life, and his cultivation level was close to that of Mo Xiejia whom Song Qingshu had seen that day.

But Song Qingshu was a little tired after so many battles.

So in the face of Xia Houli's life-threatening blow after blow.

Song Qingshu fell into a hard fight.

Xia Houli shattered the ice floe with a violent roar, and raised his gun to fight again!

Song Qingshu shattered the floating clouds with an angry roar, raised his sword and slashed again!

Air waves splashed in all directions, and sparks exploded at the tip of the spear and sword.

Chapter 356 The Battle and the Hole on the Ice

How long is half an hour?

In fact, not even 10 minutes.

If making a pot of tea, the water may have just boiled.

If it is used to paint a picture, the paint may have just been adjusted.

If it is used to write a book, the tip of the pen may not have touched the white rice paper.

In the state of floating life, even you just dozed off for a little while, and felt a little dazed.

And at this moment, the neighbor's cat squeezed through the narrow stone crevice.

Walking on the cobbled path, lying in your arms in the gentle sunshine.

You played with it, stroked its warm fur, and listened to its comfortable purr.

In this way, half a day is almost over.

Thinking about it for half an hour, it was really too short.

But in this short period of half a quarter of an hour.

For Song Qingshu and Xia Houli, it was undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

The water surface is full of sword intent and saber wind cut by Song Qingshu.

Among them is the calmness like the blue sea and the sky.

There are mountains that tower into the sky and are stable.

There are clouds and mist of incomprehension and sorrow.

Every knife looks extremely simple, but when they come in the air, they are invincible and terrifying.

But it can't help but make people tremble and sweat.

There is not only sword intent and sword wind on the frozen water.

And that little gun intent that is extremely simple.

To leave is to leave, to hold down is to hold down.

Xia Houli's black iron gun is like a paintbrush of a national scholar in his hands.

Countless simple and direct strokes outline a magnificent and beautiful painting of the world.

Bursts of light blazed at the tip of the iron spear.

The sound was crisp and loud, shaking on the glacier.

Every time Song Qingshu and Xia Houli made a move, it was as if they were forging iron, and there were tooth-piercing metal roars.

A fluff of sparks that dazzled the eyes splashed out.

"Iron gun execution, Jiuyou thorn!"

Xia Houli roared angrily, and then stabbed the iron spear in Song Qingshu's chest with all his might.

That iron gun seemed to have turned into the Nine Nether Death God that captured people's hearts and souls and took people's lives in an instant.

brush...

There was the sound of the wind being pierced in the air, and the speed of the iron gun was extremely fast.

In just one-tenth of a breath, the tip of the spear was about to touch Song Qingshu's body.

Between Lightning and Flint.

Song Qingshu's black eyes turned brown and yellow in an instant.

He faintly glanced at the iron spear that broke through the wind:

"Kunyi sleepy fairy art, sleepy!"

Following Song Qingshu silently finished this sentence in his heart.

Suddenly, an inexplicable breath lingered on the tip of the spear between heaven and earth.

Kun's artistic conception is like a series of extremely thick iron chains, tightly locking Xia Houli's iron spear.

The dark iron gun was frozen in the air, as if frozen by the cold wind.

No matter how hard Xia Houli pushed forward, he couldn't point the iron spear at Song Qingshu for an extra inch.

There was a constant humming sound from the iron gun, and the body of the gun trembled uncontrollably.

As Xia Houli pushed it desperately, the dark iron spear in his hand gradually bent.

It can be seen that there is such a terrifying power on top of this dark iron spear.

"what!"

Song Qingshu used the vitality of heaven and earth to lock Xia Houli's iron spear.

It's like resisting the giant rock rolling down the mountain with just one hand.

He only resisted for a moment, and cold sweat broke out from his head, and his clothes were also wet.

But now that Xia Houli is holding the iron spear in his hand, and the empty door is open in front of him, how could Song Qingshu miss this opportunity?

Although Song Qingshu's body was unable to move because he was contending with Xia Houli's iron spear.

But he still has a hell platform!

So Song Qingshu gave a cold snort, and the platform of hell floated up and down in the void behind him.

So Song Qingshu thought for a while, and the hell tower had already broken through the wind, smashing towards Xia Houli with the cold wind.

"Gravity God Ring! Ten times the gravity bonus!"

The figure of Hell Terrace surged with the wind, but within half a breath, it grew into a hill.

Just when Hell Terrace was about to hit Xia Houli.

The emerald ring on Song Qingshu's right finger exudes red brilliance.

The Hell Tower was illuminated by red light, and the heaviness felt on it became more real.

Although Xia Houli has never touched the hell platform with his iron fist, he seems to be able to feel the extraordinaryness of the hell platform: "It's very strong! It's heavy!"