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Somehow, the blood in Song Qingshu's palm acted as a lubricant.

It's still fighting until now that he has lost his strength.

In short, in the cold wind, Song Qingshu's figure flew backwards.

And the purple blood soft sword in his hand also came out.

The Zixue soft sword drew a graceful curve in the air, and then inserted it a few feet away from Song Qingshu.

Blood dripped from the hilt of the sword, and Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth was rotten.

"Your sword still didn't kill me!"

"Not only that, the sword that you have been holding in your hand has also left you."

"You have no less than twenty broken bones in your body."

"After a cup of tea, the Black Steel Army will surround you."

"Song Qingshu, now, what reason do you have for not dying?"

Holding the iron gun with only the body of the gun in hand, Xia Houli walked up to Song Qingshu in a hurry, and said expressionlessly.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough, hahaha."

Song Qingshu supported the ground with his rotten palm, struggling to turn over.

Turning over, Song Qingshu coughed violently.

At the end of the cough, mouthfuls of blood flowed out of Song Qingshu's mouth.

Seeing the blood all over the floor, Song Qingshu laughed happily.

Xia Houli frowned, and raised the iron bar to the top of Song Qingshu's head:

"One blow will blow your head off, how can you still laugh?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Xia Houli, and said with disdain:

"You said that I have broken more than 20 bones in my body, but you have less than ten intact bones?"

"Your blood-breaking method has already swallowed your blood essence, Xia Houli, you won't survive today."

"Aren't you so proud to ask me how I don't die if you're like this?"

Xia Houli's face was indifferent, without even a trace of emotional fluctuations:

"So what? It was my honor to die a soldier."

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Song Qingshu nodded:

"What you said is very good."

"I am indeed caught in the embarrassment of almost dying."

"But you're wrong about one thing."

Xia Houli smiled indifferently:

"Where did I say wrong?"

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli and said seriously:

"My sword is not finished yet!"

Immediately, Song Qingshu's rotten palms joined together to form a knife, and stabbed fiercely at Xia Houli's abdomen!

Chapter 359 Hand Knife?kunyi sword

Today's Xia Houli has been seriously injured, and his strength is far less than two or three out of ten when he played against Song Qingshu.

After this battle, Song Qingshu's strength was greatly weakened.

But the two, after all, are two men who are enough to aspire to the top in this world.

Even if the goshawk is seriously injured, it can still fly wildly above the clear sky.

Even if both of them are seriously injured now, the battle between the two of them is enough to shock the world.

Watching Song Qingshu stab himself with the palm of his flesh.

Xia Houli roared angrily, his knees slightly bent, his face was pale, and the soil under his feet was trampled a little: "Die!"

Xia Houli knew that Song Qingshu was not easy.

So even though he extremely despised Song Qingshu in terms of strategy, he was called a worthless existence.

But in terms of tactics, Xia Houli never dared to relax his vigilance against Song Qingshu even for a moment.

Watching Song Qingshu stab himself directly with the palm of his hand.

Xia Houli immediately used his whole body's strength and the vitality of heaven and earth, and slammed Song Qingshu's head with his iron gun.

As long as Xia Houli's iron rod touches Song Qingshu's head for a split second.

Then Song Qingshu's head would be blown out, there is no doubt about it.

Yet at this time.

Xia Houli let out an extremely stern scream, and the power of the iron rod dissipated in the air immediately, hitting Song Qingshu on the left side of his head.

Xia Houli roared angrily and jumped behind him.

A blood flower spewed out from his lower abdomen, and the blood flower scattered in the cold wind.

When the blood flower fell on the ground, it was as beautiful as little red flowers blooming on the ground.

Xia Houli staggered, and retreated abruptly in the cold wind, nearly two hundred feet in an instant.

So a row of small red flowers grew on the ground of two hundred feet.

The spurted blood dragged a long line of blood on the icy road.

Just before that moment.

Song Qingshu's tattered palm suddenly became very unreasonable.

At that time, the wind from Xia Houli's iron rod had already hit Song Qingshu's face.

Between the iron rod and Song Qingshu's head, there was no longer that annoying Zixue soft sword blocking it.

So Xia Houli was about to crush Song Qingshu's head with a stick.

But right now.

Song Qingshu's palm has been pulled out from Xiahouli's abdomen.

Xia Houli's iron rod was still at the same position.

There was not even the slightest movement, as if the iron rod had been frozen by the cold wind.

Song Qingshu pulled out his palm and returned to the position just now.

There was a big hole in his stomach, and the cold wind blew into the hole, creating an indescribable chill.

Only now did Xia Houli react.

As a result, the iron rod in Xia Houli's hand deviated from the track it should have been.

Then he retreated suddenly, hundreds of feet away.

It is already impossible to describe the swiftness of Song Qingshu's palm with lightning.

It was a sense of momentum that surpassed speed.

From Song Qingshu's palm release to retraction, the whole process was so uneventful.

But it's so natural.

No matter how Xia Houli recalled, he couldn't clearly see the moment when Song Qingshu's palm was inserted into his body.

It seemed that Song Qingshu's palm had actually been growing between Xia Houli's lower abdomen.

It was just like a trace appeared from his lower abdomen just now.

On the banks of the great river.

Xia Houli stepped on the ice floe, covered his bleeding abdomen with his hands, his face was pale, he couldn't believe it, and asked: "What kind of knife is this!"

Xia Houli didn't ask what kind of palm it was, let alone what kind of move it was.

He directly asked what kind of knife it was.

Because, only a knife in the world can achieve such a powerful offensive.

Only when the sword intent is condensed to the extreme can one cut such an invincible sword.

Listening to Xia Houli's roar, Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"My knife."

Xia Houli frowned:

"When did you learn such a powerful sword intent?"

"If you had learned such a sword long ago, then you would have assassinated me by the sword long ago. Why bother?"

"Song Qingshu, how strong are you?"

Song Qingshu shrugged:

"I just learned it, when the Zixue soft sword was picked up by you, I realized it."

Xia Houli coughed out a mouthful of blood, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ice floe, blood gushing out from his abdomen.

Even so, Xia Houli still tried his best to raise his head:

"What did you realize?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu looked at the purple blood soft sword stuck in the distance.

Thinking of his helplessness and helplessness when the Zixue soft sword was released just now.