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Xia Houli looked at the Hell Tower that was thrown at him, and muttered a few words in admiration.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"If you dare to catch it, then you will know that it is stronger and heavier than you thought!"

Hell Terrace is Song Qingshu's pride.

Under it, it can be said that there are countless corpses.

In fact, Song Qingshu had countless means to attack Xia Houli just now.

Although Song Qingshu's figure was locked in place and could not move.

But his sword intent can still travel thousands of miles across the sky.

His incomparably rich killing intent can still launch a life-threatening blow.

But Song Qingshu chose Hell Terrace.

Just relying on this point alone, we can see Song Qingshu's confidence in Hell Terrace.

Facing Song Qingshu's so confident and proud blow to hell, Xia Houli could only admire it.

I also really felt the shadow of death following me everywhere.

So how does he do it?

His iron spear was locked tightly by Song Qingshu, he couldn't advance a single point, and he couldn't retreat for a moment.

All he has left is his fist.

thought here.

Xia Houli let go of the iron gun he was gripping tightly, simply and swiftly.

Xiahou still had a smile on his face when the iron spear left his hand.

Because now he only has one method left, so this method should be the best method.

Xia Houli tightly clenched his fist as big as a sea bowl, and the veins on his left arm bulged like hemp ropes.

"Song Qingshu!"

Xia Houli yelled Song Qingshu's name angrily, then smashed the wind with his iron fist, and slammed hard at the platform of hell.

Although Xia Houli's iron fist is big, it can be compared with Hell Terrace.

But it looks so small, just like the fine stones on the mountain collide with the mountain.

clang!

A scream!

Xia Houli's left hand was completely shattered, and the bones in his palm were shattered into scum.

And the Hell Terrace also had a deep recessed corner, flying across the sky.

Song Qingshu felt the vibration from the Hell Tower, and a feeling of irritability came from his chest, his face was pale, and he almost vomited blood first.

In such an instant, Song Qingshu's brown eyes turned dark like night again.

Xia Houli felt that there was no longer the suppression and entanglement of the vitality of heaven and earth on the iron spear.

Regardless of the pain from his left palm, he stretched out his right hand to hold the iron gun.

He let out a roar like a wounded lion, and raised his iron gun like a stick to hit Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword to bear the infinite power of this spear.

However, after a loud bang.

Song Qingshu's sword edge was photographed together with Song Qingshu on the ice of the river.

Snapped!

A big hole was shattered in the ice, and Song Qingshu's figure disappeared.

The cold wind gusts on the ice, blowing Xia Houli's hair, his bare chest, and his indifferent eyes.

Chapter 357

In the dark hole of the great river, the water was throbbing and swaying restlessly.

A thin film of fresh ice floated above the water.

With a plop, Song Qingshu was thrown alive into the cold lake water, splashing a wave.

Xia Houli looked at the hole on the ice of the river, and after waiting for a long time, he snorted coldly: "Song Qingshu! There is no need to pretend to be dead. If you died so easily, then you should have died a long time ago. Why do you need to wait until now?! "

"Come out quickly! I'm at the height of my fighting spirit and at the pinnacle of my life!"

Xia Houli's roar resounded on the frozen water surface, and countless fine lines were cracked on the ice surface.

All of a sudden, the originally extremely thick ice layer was shattered into fine ice powder snowflakes.

The cold wind blows, blowing the ice powder and snowflakes into the air.

After Xia Houli finished shouting, the snow flying around slowly fell.

The big river under the slanting sun has returned to its former tranquility, and there is no more thunderous clash of swords and guns.

The two figures who risked their lives and risked their lives could not be seen on the river.The sound of the river swaying gently came from the holes in the big river, as if it had become colder than before.

Looking at the calm river.

Xia Houli suddenly felt very cold.

This kind of cold was not because he was bare upper body, and the cold wind kept beating his body.

The reason why the big river is frozen.

Originally, it was because of the cold air released by Xia Houli's blood-breaking method group.

What's more, now he is infinitely close to the powerhouse of the sixth level of Nascent Soul.Even if Li Zhan and Tang Xun attacked him at the same time, Xia Houli would not feel any worries.

So the reason why he felt cold was more of a threat from Song Qingshu.

A lone wolf hiding in the middle of the night and dense forest.

Far more powerful and terrifying than a tiger exposed to the sun.

thought here.

Xia Houli stopped thinking about it.

With a cold wind blowing, Xia Houli fell into the lake without any hesitation, holding an iron spear in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice sounded from the dead river.

This sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it was like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground with a soft creak.

With this creaking sound.

A bulge appeared on the flat river.

Then the creaking sound turned into a loud crackling noise.

From time to time the ice on the water of the great river arched and then fell.

It seems that an invisible giant hand is constantly beating from the lake below, trying to break through the ice.

A finger-thick ice layer was lifted up by a huge force like a wound, and it was crushed to the ice surface next to it.

The surface of the big river kept rolling, making a sound like a tsunami.

The river, which was tens of feet wide before, suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming mountains and seas, and endless storms!

A black figure rushed out from the crack in the ice, but fell heavily into the snow.

That was Song Qingshu who just hid in the river!

The long white clothes on his body were first splattered bright red with blood.

But now it's already wet.

In the cold water of the big river, Song Qingshu seemed to have encountered an extremely terrifying force.

The force tore at his white clothes woven from silkworms.

Now the thin white clothes have been torn to the point of being unable to cover her body.

The clothes were torn off, and the naked body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake.

Song Qingshu's right hand violently pressed the water surface, and his body shot up like a feathered arrow, and he was nearly a hundred feet away from the ice surface of the big river in an instant.

At this moment, there was a loud noise behind Song Qingshu.

The few remaining ice floes on the surface of the big river were lifted up directly, and the cold lake water overflowed the river bank.

Song Qingshu glanced at the figure of the man behind him, couldn't help the anger in his heart and cursed directly: "Damn it!"

"Xia Houli, who never wanted to be infinitely close to the sixth level of the Nascent Soul, is already so strong."

"It was too late to set up a formation in the water just now...Xia Houli, you are really strong."

In fact, this battle was unfair to Song Qingshu from the very beginning.

Because before meeting Xia Houli, Song Qingshu had already killed too many people.

His hands were a little numb after the killing, and the Zixue soft sword trembled slightly.

But Xia Houli was in high spirits and waited for work with ease.

And the battle is on the way.

Xia Houli also figured out some things, and these things he figured out made Xia Houli decide to fight with his life.

So Song Qingshu met the most terrifying opponent he had ever met in his life.

So in this battle.

In fact, Xia Houli has already taken advantage of the timing, location, and harmony of people.

He has everything that is good for fighting.