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He just sighed faintly, then turned around and stepped towards the peak of the Black Steel Army.

The bloody river, the man who pursued, and the bare iron gun.

They were all left behind by Song Qingshu.

After breaking through dozens of scattered formations.

Song Qingshu walked to the hillside of the Black Steel Army.

This place is quite spacious and the terrain is very flat, suitable for martial arts training.

There are many trees here, and the clouds are floating on the dome, which is suitable for sunbathing.

There were rustlings in the distance, and a man in heavy armor came, with a cold expression on his face.

Then a group of people came, the crowd was noisy and disturbed, and the dust rose, Song Qingshu was indifferent.

It is suitable for basking in the sun, but it is a pity that Song Qingshu never brought a carpet.

This place is suitable for martial arts training, but Song Qingshu is a bit boring and tired.

It's not suitable for killing people here, but it's a pity that Song Qingshu still wants to kill people.

Among the people coming from afar, a blue armored man looked at Song Qingshu who was dressed in blood, frowned, and walked past the hustle and bustle of the crowd: "Song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu looked up at the sunlight pouring down from the floating clouds, and ignored it.

The blue heavy armor frowned:

"The person here is Song Qingshu!"

"Where is Lord Xia Houli?"

"How did you get up here?"

"Are you guilty?"

Song Qingshu was not in the mood to talk to him, so Song Qingshu only said:

"who are you?"

The blue armored man looked at the tiredness in Song Qingshu's eyes that could not be concealed, and laughed as if he had the chance to win: "Commander of the Black Steel Army! Liu Buping! I came here to kill you by the order of Lord Xia Houli."

Song Qingshu felt that this person's laughter was ugly and he was a little tired, so he asked a little tediously, "What's so funny?"

Liu Buping waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to slowly surround Song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu was already surrounded by him, Liu Bufang said: "Because I didn't expect that you have become a useless person."

"Oh, no."

"It should be a cripple, a cripple with a weak body and mind."

"And Master Xia Houli actually used our thousand-strong black steel army to encircle and suppress a disabled person, so I find it funny."

Song Qingshu sneered:

"So you think I can't kill you?"

Liu Buping laughed out loud:

"I was praised by Lord Xia Houli as being invincible in the same realm, and I am only a little time away from the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul."

"And you are just a crippled Golden Core Yae."

"How did you kill me?"

Liu Buping's laughter seems to be able to infect others.

Hearing his laughter, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing out loud.

Halfway through the laugh, Song Qingshu felt a little annoyed in his chest.

So he started coughing.

"cough!"

Song Qingshu bowed his head and coughed, then bent down.

Song Qingshu suffered serious internal injuries, and his pain could be heard from his coughing.

Listening to Song Qingshu's cough, Liu Buping had a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Song Qingshu continued to cough, and his voice changed from one to two.

Liu Buping's pupils shrank suddenly, and his disdain turned into despair and terror.

Because there was a red line on his neck...

Chapter 361

Song Qingshu was wounded in his body, and blood entered his lungs. From the sound of coughing, he could hear his current weakness and powerlessness.

But Liu Buping, who was still proud and complacent, did not make a move for a long time.

Because with each cough of Song Qingshu.

A red line will appear on Liu Buping's body.

The red line was first cut on Liu Buping's heavy armor.

The heavy armor engraved with exquisite charms suddenly dimmed.

Liu Buping wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

Because there was a red thread cut on his neck.

Song Qingshu continued to cough, his voice getting louder.

The fear in Liu Buping's eyes was indescribable.

Then a red line appeared between Liu Buping's eyebrows.

Red lines appeared in his eyes, one appeared in the hand holding the sword, and another on the sword.

Liu Buping wanted to run away.

So a red line appeared on his thigh, calf, and knee respectively.

Song Qingshu finally coughed up blood.

But he coughed more happily, so Song Qingshu coughed more frequently.

A sound, a mouthful of blood.

A cough, a line.

Finally, there was a loud noise.

Liu Buping, whose body was covered with red lines, was blown by the breeze on the hillside.

Immediately he fell down, turned into hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood, scattered on the field.

Blood stained the quiet hillside red, and a piece of red flowed on the hillside.

Song Qingshu coughed one last time, and finally coughed happily.

He straightened up, looked at the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, and smiled jokingly:

"Invincible in the same realm?"

"No matter how invincible you are, you are only invincible in the world."

"I have already comprehended Kun Yi's sword, a cough is a sword."

"A hundred coughs are a hundred swords."

"With a hundred swords, how can you be invincible?"

Then Song Qingshu held the Zixue soft sword, raised the sword's edge straight to the blue sky, and shouted: "Who dares to fight me?"

The mountain plain is quite wide, even if a thousand-man troop of the Black Steel Army stands on the mountain plain at the same time, it is still more than enough.

Nearly a thousand people stood on the hillside.

Logically speaking, Shanping should be somewhat noisy.

But now the hillside is dead silent.

Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at Song Qingshu standing proudly with his sword drawn.

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to shout.

Some people didn't even dare to take a breath.

The group of people on the hillside did not dare to look down on Song Qingshu in their eyes.

Yes.

Song Qingshu was seriously injured somewhere, in his body and heart.

If Song Qingshu was like this, he might not be able to fight well.

However, the word war here is only limited to people like Xia Houli and Song Qingshu.

Only those who are above the fifth level of Yuanying and have stepped through the oppression of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth are qualified to fight Song Qingshu.

Others, where can I insert even a word?

So the word war here has nothing to do with everyone on the mountain.

The goshawk soared into the sky and was wounded on the high and misty sky.

The proud feathers fell off, the blood was dripping and mottled, the sharp beak was frayed, and it fell to the ground gasping for exhaustion.

It looked like the goshawk was about to die, dying.

But nonetheless.

It can only be another goshawk that can end its life, how can it be these ants on the mountain at this time?

Song Qingshu was very tired, and some parts of his body were bleeding continuously.