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But Song Qingshu only has a light and sharp purple blood soft sword, and a pitch-black hell tower.

Other than that, Song Qingshu had nothing left.

But on the real battlefield, where is there any fairness?

Xia Houli's powerful figure, like a monster in the sea, appeared behind Song Qingshu's violently looting figure.

He stepped on the cold river water, swept over a hundred feet, and shot out, hitting Ning Que's back like lightning!

Song Qingshu turned around suddenly in the plunder, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and the other end of the back of the knife with his left hand.

Standing horizontally in front of him, the sword filled with the artistic conception of the great wasteland, wanted to block Xia Houli's spear.

With a crisp clang, Song Qingshu's sword edge and Xia Houli's spear tip splashed with flames.

Song Qingshu felt a sharp pain in his left arm and shoulder, and his figure flew away, smashing into a towering ancient tree beside the ice surface of the big river.

boom!

The ancient tree just touched Song Qingshu's figure.

After a roar came, the towering tree with a width of three feet was directly smashed into a cloud of tree dust.

The wind blows with bits of ice, and the tree dust dances wildly with the wind.

Song Qingshu was knocked back, his face was pale and he vomited blood.

But look at Xia Houli.

But he didn't get any better.

Following the crisp sound, Xia Houli's figure was directly embedded in the thick rock.

Although Xia Houli turned over and broke the rock formation, he climbed out of the rock formation again.

But the blood stains all over his body and the messy hair are enough to prove that Xia Houli's current power is no longer the same as before.

Song Qingshu stood up from the tree dust with his right hand supporting his body.

Song Qingshu frowned tightly, because all the bones in his body were in pain, very painful.

So his face was very white, very white.

But for some reason, he couldn't see any shadow of death in his eyes.

On the contrary, it is very bright, very bright.

Song Qingshu's life-and-death battle with the Nascent Soul sixth-layer powerhouse was really hard, but it was also extremely refreshing.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who was no longer powerful, and smiled bitterly:

"Half an hour is almost over, Xia Houli, it seems that you haven't killed me yet?"

Xia Houli snorted coldly:

"Didn't you also say that you would kill me in the next confrontation? Why am I still here?"

Listening to Xia Houli's sarcasm, Song Qingshu still smiled:

"Who would have thought you were such a pervert?"

"If you didn't burn your life force again and again."

"You're already dead."

"However, it doesn't matter, anyway, I will kill you if I make a stab!"

Chapter 358 A sword, the meaning is still unfinished

Xia Houli frowned in boredom, and looked at Song Qingshu with a hint of disdain: "You have said this more than once."

"Song Qingshu, I have to admit that you are really strong, but now I can compete with Master Mo Xiejia."

"Even if you are strong, what's the use?"

Song Qingshu shrugged, unwilling to explain anything.

Some things are too much to say, and there is really no meaning.

Therefore, Song Qingshu just took a deep breath of heaven and earth vitality, and then exhaled heavily.

There was thunder underfoot.

The dense fog scattered around him.

There was a bang.

Song Qingshu splashed several feet of dust waves, and his figure walked towards Xia Houli like a ghost.

Song Qingshu's left shoulder felt the slightest bit of pain.

So when Song Qingshu ran forward desperately, he let out a cry of pain like fighting a wild beast.

Song Qingshu turned the endless pain from his left shoulder into unimaginable strength, and forcibly flipped his right wrist.

The already injured left hand clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife hard.

Song Qingshu is such a few simple movements.

Jumping, bending sword, fencing.

These three movements seem to be full of magic.

Ling Song Qingshu's light Zixue soft sword seemed to gain some kind of vitality in an instant.

Like a nimble snake.

Rolling upwards along Xia Houli's iron spear, a series of extremely beautiful knife flowers bloomed.

After lighting the fire, Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword suppressed Xia Houli's iron spear instead.

At this time, the golden elixir entwined by the eight golden dragons in Song Qingshu's stomach suddenly exploded with infinite light.

The endless light never shone out of Song Qingshu's body, so it illuminated the veins in Song Qingshu's body crystal clear.

Wisps of vitality poured into every part of Song Qingshu's body along Song Qingshu's crystal clear meridians.

"Kunyi Trapped Immortal Jue, Suotian Zhan!"

Song Qingshu locked the direction of all the vitality in his body at this time.

In addition to the strong vitality condensed in the hands.

The vitality of other parts of Song Qingshu's body was as dry as a desert.

for a while.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed to be no longer a sword.

It was a big world, gathered by Song Qingshu in his hands, and severely chopped down at Xia Houli.

There was no lingering sword wind intentionally fabricated on this sword.

There is no deliberate interpretation of any majestic sword force on this sword.

As dense as continuous drizzle, as thick as rocky mountains.

All these swords should have the power and power, but they can't find anything in Song Qingshu's sword.

All he could find was a purple blood soft sword with a cold light.

Song Qingshu didn't add any artistic conception of Kun to this sword.

He just attached all his vitality to the sword and chopped it out fiercely.

Seeing such a simple yet extremely sharp sword move, Xia Houli couldn't help but nodded.

He knew that this should be the reason why Song Qingshu said he would hack himself to death.

"The sword intent is as simple as a child wielding it!"

"But this sword is really too strong."

"Don't say it's the breeze and dew, even the three inches in front of my eyes are chopped off and tremble slightly."

"Song Qingshu, are you already this powerful?"

"If I don't go all out and make an extraordinary shot, I'm afraid it wouldn't be surprising if I really died here, right?"

Xia Houli looked at the trembling few inches of light in front of him, sneered, and murmured.

Say it.

Xia Houli's eyes were bloodshot, and a beast-like roar came from his mouth: "Song Qingshu, even if you try your best, the realm of the five-fold Nascent Soul is definitely not an existence that you, a Golden Core cultivator, can touch!"

Xia Houli's voice echoed on the cold river, shaking the vitality on Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

Xia Houli stabbed fiercely, and the iron spear suddenly went up a few inches, knocking back Song Qingshu's full-strength attack.

There was a loud bang!

A burst of sparks splashed from the tip of the spear.

The tip of the iron spear in Xia Houli's hand was chopped off by Song Qingshu's sword.

The iron gun that was originally like a stick has completely turned into a bare iron rod.

The Iron Spear is no longer as sharp and mighty as it used to be. Take a quick look.

The iron gun with an uneven fracture also makes people feel a little awkward and funny.

And the Zixue soft sword was so alive that it was pushed back by the iron spear.

No matter how sharp the sword's momentum on the Zixue Soft Sword was, the swinging blade was still a zhang away from Xia Houli.

in this way.

How could it be possible to kill Xia Houli?

The purple blood soft sword trembled violently in Song Qingshu's palm.

The roughness of the hilt shattered the cocoon on Song Qingshu's hand

There was a burst of pain from Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth, and blood flowed out of it.