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The muzzle break is not smooth.

At the beginning, it can still be regarded as a plane.

But this plane only extends down three points.

Then, an inexplicable sense of distortion emerged at the muzzle of the gun.

And it was the inexplicable twisted mouth that tore the iron gun's head and gun body apart.

visible.

In the sword that cut off the head of the gun.

The person who swung the sword must have chopped into the barrel of the iron spear with great force.

Then he was exhausted and stopped for a while before chopping down again.

"You don't have to guess."

"The head of this gun was chopped off by me with a single sword."

"Xia Houli's iron spear was too hard after all. Cutting off the end of the spear actually shattered my left shoulder."

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling who was completely stunned and didn't know what happened, and said with a slight smile.

While talking, Song Qingshu inserted the Zixue soft sword into the soil, and then rubbed his shoulder with his right hand.

After listening to Song Qingshu's remarks.

The people behind Chen Kunling suddenly set off waves of commotion.

"That's actually Lord Xiahouli's gun?"

"No, how is this possible! Master Xia Houli's strength is beyond our imagination, how could he die?"

"If that was really Lord Xiahouli's gun, then isn't Lord Xiahouli now...?"

Xia Houli's significance to the Black Steel Army.

It is as important as Mo Xiejia to the Black Feather Evil Sect.

As long as he is still around, no matter how dead or injured the Zongmen talents are, it will not be considered a serious injury.

But if the person is gone, even if no one in the sect dies, it will be regarded as a serious injury.

Song Qingshu listened to the discussion from the Black Steel Army, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "Everyone, do you feel shocked?"

"Actually, there is nothing to shock you, because you are just thinking about others now."

"Just now I couldn't bear to cut off Xiahou's head. If not, what you see now is not an iron spear, but..."

Song Qingshu's words had just reached his lips, but he hadn't uttered them yet.

However, Chen Kunling's angry roar interrupted Song Qingshu's speech: "Shut up!"

"Master Xia Houli will never die by your hands, Song Qingshu, don't deceive people with your lies here!"

After shouting at Song Qingshu.

Chen Kunling heard the turmoil that still existed behind him, and roared at him like an angry lion: "Enough! Do you really believe that Master Xia Houli is dead?"

"If you don't believe in Master Xia Houli's strength, then I suggest you commit suicide on the spot!"

"If you still feel that you are a member of the Black Steel Army, then you should shut up and wait quietly for orders."

After Chen Kunling finished shouting, the commotion on the hillside immediately calmed down.

Song Qingshu looked at the madness and passion in Chen Kunling's eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "Chen Kunling, you are really Xia Houli's fanboy, is there something special about the two of you?"

After hearing this, Chen Kunling was unwilling to talk nonsense with Song Qingshu.

Because he knew that Xia Houli was dead.

But anyone who knows a little about Xia Houli.

Basically everyone knows that Xiahouli regards his gun as his life.

But now Song Qingshu chopped off his gun head, which is no different from cutting off Xia Houli's head with his own hands.

But it was precisely because Chen Kunling knew about it that he had to calm down.

Because only a cohesive army has combat effectiveness.

There cannot be any disturbances in order to have cohesion.

and so.

Xia Houli must live!

Even if it's just living in this confrontation, even if it's just living in the hearts of others.

With this in mind, Chen Kunling looked into Song Qingshu's eyes.

Full of resentment and the desire to kill.

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's eyes, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that you already know the truth of the matter?"

Chen Kunling said indifferently:

"I don't know anything, all I know is that even if you are a goshawk, you will die under the siege of us ants!"

Song Qingshu pulled out the Zixue soft sword and pointed the sword at Chen Kunling:

"Try?"

Chapter 363

"Try?"

"Hahaha, just try it!"

"Song Qingshu, you are already a half body, no matter how strong you are, so what?"

"I have more than 980 Jindan monks and 16 Nascent Soul monks here."

"There are so many people, if you cut them one by one, I'm afraid your purple blood soft sword will cut the curling blade, right?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing out loud.

Then Chen Kunling waved his fingers slightly, directing the practitioners around Song Qingshu to prepare for the charge.

The members of the Black Steel Army raised their sharp knives.

The rustling sound of the iron armor colliding resounded in Song Qingshu's ears for a while.

The iron guns collided, and the armor rubbed against each other, which was extremely majestic.

The sound of formation formation in heaven and earth resounded very slightly.

Incomparably subtle, just like spring rain and dew, quietly born.

Although Song Qingshu is now under heavy iron sword.

In the depths of the formation.

But Song Qingshu still smiled calmly.

Everything in this world seemed to have nothing to do with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu listened to Chen Kunling's provocation.

He fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, Song Qingshu raised his head, looked into Chen Kunling's eyes, and said with a serious smile, "Thank you."

Song Qingshu is not a kind person.

The thank you he said has never been the meaningless thank you in the mouths of secular people.

So this ordinary thank you made Chen Kunling shudder: "What is there to thank!"

Song Qingshu inserted the Zixue soft sword deeply into the soil, his expression became a little indifferent: "You said that I can cut people until the rolling blade, I think it makes sense, so I thank you."

Chen Kun raised his eyebrows:

"In that case, why did you put down your sword again?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"Because I thought of another way to kill the enemy."

"It's just that this method is much less aesthetic than swinging a sword."

"So I don't really want to use it."

Chen Kunling saw that the formation under Song Qingshu's feet had been secretly arranged.

He looked again at the countless sharp knives surrounding Song Qingshu's body.

So he looked at Song Qingshu like a dead person:

"As long as you can kill the enemy before you, what beauty is there?"

"Song Qingshu, let me teach you a lesson, as long as you can achieve your goal, then you should use any means!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu nodded quite seriously:

"you're right."

"In order to win, I should do whatever it takes."

"So, you all go to die for me."

When Song Qingshu said this, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

However, the coldness and undisguised killing intent under the sunny smile penetrated deeply into Chen Kunling's heart.

So Chen Kunling roared angrily, planning to command the whole army to attack Song Qingshu.

but.

Behind him on the left, there were screams louder than his roar.