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Liu Buping, who was even more proud than Xia Houli, turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, fell to the ground, trembling in the breeze, Chen Kunling died in his own thoughts, but in reality, his body was decapitated, and his death was extremely bleak and cruel .

In addition to these few people, Song Qingshu can still be called by name.

Song Qingshu, the other Nascent Soul powerhouses, really couldn't remember how they died.

Song Qingshu only remembered that there were many severed limbs and tragic bodies on Dahe.

In the breeze on the mountain plain, there were thick and bloody blood stains.

In short, within one day, the Black Steel Army was completely killed by Song Qingshu from top to bottom.

All the persistence and temper of the Black Steel Army.

It also disappeared with the passage of time.

When Song Qingshu walked to the main hall of the Black Steel Army with his hands behind his back.

In front of Song Qingshu, there were still hundreds of warriors in heavy armor.

But Song Qingshu just walked towards the main hall, ignoring other things.

Hundreds of soldiers in heavy armor watched Song Qingshu slowly walking towards him.

They all uttered death-like roars.

But when the roar was over, still no one dared to strike Song Qingshu with a sword.

The emotions in it.

is unwilling.

still can not.

Or dare not.

These emotions are no longer within the scope of Song Qingshu's thinking.

Song Qingshu seemed unable to see these hundreds of monks.

He kept walking towards the hall with his feet up.

He goes further.

The group of fighters will take more than two steps back.

Song Qingshu rushed forward a few steps.

As a result, the group of soldiers was even disrupted in formation, and scattered around in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Song Qingshu walked past the black steel army flag made of fine steel.

Above the military flag is a soaring black giant dragon, dressed in some black heavy armor, dancing its claws in the sky.

Song Qingshu looked sideways at the giant dragon soaring on the flag, feeling a little disgusted.

So Song Qingshu tapped lightly on the flagpole made of fine steel.

Snapped!

There was an extremely crisp metal cracking sound, and the black flagpole, as black as night, broke apart.

Song Qingshu never punched, he just pointed out his fingers, so he has such power and influence, so terrifying.

The desolate sway of the proud flag in the air, finally fell to the ground.

Seeing his belief falling from the sky to the world, some of the soldiers roared.

But under Song Qingshu's indifference, none of them dared to draw their swords towards each other.

Song Qingshu walked quietly to the very center of the hall, which was a portal exuding infinite power.

Song Qingshu knew that all the tiger teeth of the Black Steel Army had been pulled out by him.

The rest of the mountain is also good.

The rest of the ascetics who are still on the mountains are worth mentioning.

Those are just paper tigers.

So Song Qingshu wanted to visit the other three sects at this time, so that the other three sects could be destroyed more thoroughly.

He also wanted Mo Xiejia to receive a more perfect gift when he left the customs.

For the destroyed sect, this gift is perfect.

Song Qingshu's right foot has already stepped out in the air, and he is about to step on the portal.

In such an instant.

The strongest hidden among hundreds of fighters makes a move!

"Song Qingshu!"

As the roar came, the group of soldiers raised their iron shields and felt scattered around the sound.

So Song Qingshu saw an old man in gray clothes.

The old man's beard and other things fluttered in the wind, and his clothes bulged in the strong wind.

In the old man's hand, there is a Tie Xuan Bow half a person's height.

I saw the old man let out angrily.

Immediately, he raised the iron bow, pointed it at Song Qingshu, and a killing intent condensed in the bow.

There are no arrows in the bow.

There is nothing in the string.

So the old man looked like just a bowstring like a full moon.

Then let go hard.

clang!

There was a clear and exciting sound, as if someone was tuning the piano and swinging the strings.

The vitality of heaven and earth broke into countless fragments under this crisp sound.

There was an extremely cold breath in the air, following the bowstring, it came to Song Qingshu's chest.

Can't stab someone without a gun?Xia Houli would not agree.

Can't kill people without an arrow on the bow?The gray strong will not agree.

This gray strong man is the candidate for the next mountain master of the Black Steel Army.

He has reached the fifth stage of Yuanying, and once fought with Xia Houli in this world.

He astonished the hearts and souls of the world with his invincible archery skills. His arrows were praised by Mo Xiejia, and he was praised as the number one in the world.

Murong Yue's unfathomable archery skills were passed down by this old man.

It's just that Murong Yue's strongest arrow is only three arrows chasing the sun, and it is still a tangible thing.

But this old man has already become invisible, so this gray-clothed old man has not held the iron arrow by its tail and caressed its mountain for a long time.

The mind and heart are united, and the artistic conception is transparent and pure.

After learning the news of Xia Houli's death, the gray-clothed old man never regretted it.

Seeing Song Qingshu break the military flag, the gray-clothed old man never trembled with anger.

Because he held the bowstring tightly in his hand.

Sentimental, angry, remorseful.

These emotions will make his hands shaking the strings.

As for the matter of killing, you must not shake your hands.

It's not about generosity, it's not revenge.

Regardless of other things, this is not anger.

So when the gray-clothed old man plucked the string, he really just plucked the string.

Nothing else.

In the sound of plucking the strings, what was disturbed was not only the vitality in the air, but also a sharp killing intent.

"interesting."

Song Qingshu watched the gray-clothed old man pull the string and draw the bow, and watched the bowstring bend like a full moon.

Watching him loosen the bow without strings, a killing intent came towards his chest.

Naturally, such an arrow cannot be considered weak, and it can even be said to be very strong.

Because apart from the fluctuating killing intent, there is still this power of heaven remaining in this empty call.

Even if Song Qingshu has stepped into the Ninth Layer of Golden Core, his cultivation level is hard to predict.

But facing such a perfect bowstring, Song Qingshu had to shake his head in admiration.

But Song Qingshu didn't say that this bow is very strong, he just said that this bow is interesting.

Facing such an interesting bow, how about Song Qingshu?

He didn't pull out the Zixue soft sword to slash at the gray-clothed old man and the murderous intent.

He also didn't use the platform of hell to throw it at the gray-clothed old man.

Song Qingshu did nothing.

He just retracted his right leg, stood upright on the ground, and watched the bow shoot at him indifferently.

puff.

There was a muffled sound from Song Qingshu's chest.

The sticky dust on Song Qingshu's chest suddenly danced in the sky.

A shallow cut was made on Song Qingshu's bloody coat.

An inconspicuous white line appeared on his chest.

There is no blood stain in the white line, the old man in gray made a bow, but no blood was seen...