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And the enlightenment of Kun's artistic conception in such a moment.

So Song Qingshu fell into silence for a long time, and after a long time, Song Qingshu opened his lips and said: "I realized a sword, a sword at the peak of Kun's artistic conception."

"Kunyi Dao has never paid attention to speed and momentum."

"So after I broke through the thick clouds and fog and climbed over mountains and mountains."

"I saw that sword, an unstoppable sword."

"So I learned the fiber of that sword, but I happened to have no sword in my hand."

"So I took out the knife."

Although Xia Houli's own realm has reached the fifth level of Yuanying.

But his understanding of the rules of the road is not even one ten thousandth that of Song Qingshu.

So after listening to Song Qingshu's words, Xia Houli couldn't help but frown: "Ahem... how is this possible, your sword is so close that the naked eye can't predict it."

"Such a sword, how could it be that you don't pay attention to speed but the power of the heavy sword?"

"Song Qingshu, don't bully me!"

Song Qingshu looked at Xiahouli's abdomen, which was bleeding like a spring, and shook his head boredly: "Why should I lie to you?"

"You're all dead."

Xia Houli heard the words and was about to refute something.

But his fingers kept bleeding.

The pain in his abdomen, and the artistic conception of Kun in Song Qingshu's mouth are still eroding his body.

Feeling all these kinds of things.

Xia Houli frowned involuntarily, and opened his lips to say something.

However, his lips only moved a few times, and he fell directly to the ground speechless.

Xia Houli's black hair turned into white hair again.

His strong body also collapsed in an instant.

He was originally a man as mighty as a mountain, but now he looks more like a weather-beaten old man.

Song Qingshu sat on the spot, looked at Xia Houli's body trembling in the cold wind, frowned and said: "You are the first opponent that makes me feel difficult."

"It's the first Nascent Soul fifth-layer powerhouse I killed."

"He was the first person who almost drove me into a corner."

"You are also the man who made me realize the sword of Kun."

"Since you let me experience so many first times, then Xia Houli, did you deserve to die?"

When Xia Houli heard this, he raised his skinny palm unwillingly, wanting to do something.

But he just moved, and the blood in his stomach stained the frozen river red...

Chapter 360 Disabled and Red Line

The more Xia Houli struggled to stand up, the more blood flowed from his abdomen.

At the beginning, Xia Houli relied on his superb cultivation.

He can also suppress the crack in his belly with his own heaven and earth vitality.

But with the arrival of side effects of blood breaking method.

The flesh and blood on Xia Houli's body was completely exhausted, and the vitality in his body dried up directly.

But after a few breaths, Xia Houli, who could still move for a long time, stopped struggling in the pool of blood.

All the flesh and blood on his body disappeared.

There is only a skeleton and a piece of wrinkled human skin.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who died so terribly, and shook his head:

"Finally still dead..."

At the end of Song Qingshu's words, there was an elongated epilogue.

It seems to be full of sighs and reluctance.

It is also like the admiration and relaxation of seeing the clear sky after the clouds and mists are finally cleared.

Or remembrance and sentimental melancholy.

Of course, it is more likely that these several emotions are all mixed in this coda.

After sighing this sentence.

Song Qingshu's legs were also weak, and he collapsed on the ground, his face was pale, and he couldn't stop panting.

The battle of Yu Xiahouli made Song Qingshu deeply realize:

"Although I have all kinds of methods and skills."

"But the moat at the fifth level of Nascent Soul is still too far away from me."

Xia Houli has the method of breaking the blood, so he half-stepped into the realm of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul.

So what if Mo Xiejia also has a similar way to improve his cultivation?

If Mo Xiejia stepped into the seventh heaven of Yuanying, then for Song Qingshu, it would be really hopeless.

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu couldn't help shaking his head:

"No! No!"

"To deal with Mo Xiejia, I must rise to the peak of the Jindan Ninth Layer within the few remaining days!"

"One Xia Houli has made me so embarrassed, and Mo Xiejia is also so evil..."

Song Qingshu was talking in his mind.

At the same time, he took out a healing pill from his storage bag and swallowed it.

With the efficacy of the elixir, he adjusted the injuries in his body.

After a while, most of the most serious injuries on Song Qingshu's body were healed.

Feeling that it will take some time for other injuries to recover, Song Qingshu does not intend to treat him here.

after all.

The group of people on the mountain are almost here.

Song Qingshu stood up straight, and released the sucking palm in his hand.

With a soft buzzing sound, the purple blood soft sword inserted into the ground returned to Song Qingshu's hands.

Then Song Qingshu moved lightly, and slowly walked in front of Xia Houli's corpse.

Now Song Qingshu has comprehended the artistic conception of Kun Yi's sword.

He himself can't understand Kun Yi Dao any more.

So it looked like he was just moving his feet lightly.

But his figure has been surrounded by clouds and thunder arcs.

But in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu had already arrived in front of Xia Houli from two hundred zhang away.

The real shrinkage.

Never soared into the sky.

But today's Song Qingshu's speed has already surpassed the speed of teleportation.

Terrible.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli who was lying on the ground, his expression was as indifferent as snow.

The Zixue soft sword swayed in front of Xia Houli's neck, as if it would cut off at any moment.

Someone will come soon.

Song Qingshu intends to use Xia Houli's head to scare those people first.

Like Commander He, he was strung on the edge of the sword with a purple blood soft sword by himself.

But I don't know why.

Song Qingshu's sword swayed on Xia Houli's neck for a long time.

There was never a faint red line on Xia Houli's neck.

The veins on Song Qingshu's hands popped up several times, and then gradually faded away:

"Xiahouli, you died as a warrior, this is your greatness and stupidity."

"I don't want to insult a fighter."

"Although you only realized your pursuit in life and death, as long as you ask for something, it is worthy of respect."

"Qing Shu, I respect you."

Song Qingshu's mind was full of thoughts.

In the end, he still didn't insert the sword into Xia Houli's neck.