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Because this technique incorporates the understanding of the Golden Core Realm by Ruthless Emperor and other great emperors.

As a result, the already perfect Seven-Color Golden Pill Jue became even more perfect.

But now the colorful golden elixir was broken and reborn.

The colorful rays of light floated up and down on the golden elixir pattern.

Even now Song Qingshu has the magical ability to absorb damage.

Song Qingshu was not surprised at this kind of scenery that seemed almost like a miracle at first glance.

After all, Song Qingshu is a man with all kinds of tricks.

The Sky Swallowing Technique of the Ruthless Emperor.

The Divine Formation Technique of the Endless Great Emperor.

Emperor Yan's Burning Flame Art.

The Void Curse of the Master of Chaos.

There are thousands of ancestral symbols of Wuzu.

The Seven-Color Golden Elixir Art combines the various essences of these great emperors.

If it is not against the sky, it will make people feel surprised, right?

But now the gray-clothed old man in front of Song Qingshu is not...

Song Qingshu felt it was a very common thing.

In the eyes of this gray-clothed old man, it was so incredible.

So much so that when the teleportation array under Song Qingshu's feet began to glow.

The old man in gray just came back to his senses and said angrily:

"You say I'd rather die than live?"

"Song Qingshu, do you think our Black Steel Army is so unbearable?"

"I have stood in the world with arrows for nearly a hundred years, and how many people have died under my arrows?"

"Cough cough cough..."

"I have my pride! Song Qingshu, you said that I would rather die now, what do you mean? Cough cough cough..."

"How on earth did you manage to…?"

The gray-clothed old man became more and more excited as he spoke.

In the end, he seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat.

He couldn't breathe for a while, so he coughed violently.

Facing the roar of the old man in gray, Song Qingshu felt very bored.

How can the world of giant dragons be understood by ants on the ground?

Does the dragon have to patiently answer every roar and questioning sound of ants?

Of course the giant dragon is unwilling, the vast sky and the boundless blue sea are waiting for its soaring and roaring sound.

So Song Qingshu was naturally unwilling.

So he still stood there quietly, without saying anything.

The old man in gray didn't speak when he saw Song Qingshu.

Thinking it was Song Qingshu's guilty conscience, he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and then cursed: "Don't think I don't know, you can block my bows with some kind of secret treasure?"

"If it weren't for the secret treasure you are carrying, you would have been shot into a hornet's nest by my murderous arrow!"

Although Song Qingshu was in a good mood at the moment, this gray-clothed old man was so deadly.

Then his fate is definitely a tragedy somewhere in the dark.

After listening to the roar of the old man in gray.

Song Qingshu turned around, with a half-smile on his face:

“How come you see?”

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man roared angrily, and raised the heavy iron bow again.

He no longer controlled the string with his fingers, but directly held the bowstring with his calloused iron palm.

Then the gray-clothed old man seemed to be in a frenzy, desperately pulling the bow and shooting, the arrow's energy was constantly swaying in the air, like a fish swimming in the sea.

But no matter how the arrow qi disperses toward Song Qingshu's four directions, the arrow qi will eventually condense back on Song Qingshu's body.

Puff puff puff!

With a muffled sound, holes appeared one after another on Song Qingshu's bloody coat.

There are white marks under the hole.

There is still no blood in the white marks...

The iron palm of the gray-clothed old man was shattered by the trembling iron string, leaving a line of thick blood on the tiger's mouth.

The blood flowed down the trembling bowstring, so there was a puddle of blood on the ground.

But the old man in gray couldn't feel the acrimony and pain from his palm at all.

Because compared to the pain in his hand, the chuckle on Song Qingshu's face now made him feel more annoyed and desperate.

"How do you know?"

"Song Qingshu, if you didn't have some kind of secret treasure in your body, how could you be alive after I shot you with the bow?"

"Are you going to say that the Ninth Stage Golden Core Realm can give you such divine power?"

"Even Lord Mo Xiejia, he dare not resist my arrowless bow!"

The old man in gray pointed at Song Qingshu with his bloody palm, and said with a pale face.

Song Qingshu's face still had a breezy smile:

"It's stupid for you to compare me and Moxie Gabi."

"I didn't want to kill you at first, but your provocations over and over again are just doing it!"

"So, old man, are you ready to die?"

Song Qingshu's feet stepped out of the faintly glowing teleportation array.

Song Qingshu's calm to indifferent eyes looked at the old man in gray.

After a long time.

Song Qingshu's mouth just raised a smile, and he smiled kindly.

The old man in gray watched Song Qingshu step out of the teleportation formation.

He just let out a long breath of relief, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Actually, the gray-clothed old man didn't really want to die.

He also wants to live.

So if he had let Song Qingshu leave just now, then he would still be alive.

The Black Steel Army can still retain the last few hundred monks, and the military flag of the Black Steel Army can still fly under the sky.

But as long as they are still called the Black Steel Army, then the gray-clothed old man cannot live because he wants to live.

He had to buy some time for the other three cases.

And the teleportation array is the last reliance of the gray-clothed old man.

Today's teleportation array has begun to glow slightly, as long as five breaths pass, it will not be time.

The people in the teleportation array will be teleported to the three sects far away in the sky.

If Song Qingshu didn't rely on the infinite power of the teleportation array.

Relying solely on Song Qingshu's overall strength.

Even if he ran with all his strength, it would take at least half a day to reach the nearest Black Feather Evil Sect.

There are too many accidents that can happen in this short half day.

The Black Feather Evil Sect is very likely to win.

Mo Xiejia is likely to leave the customs early.

Tang Xun and Li Zhan may change their minds and stop helping Song Qingshu.

Regardless of the possibility of various conjectures.

As long as there is even the slightest possibility.

All the gray-clothed old men had to gamble.

Therefore, the gray-clothed old man had to fight for this small half-day.

...Even if his own life is at stake!

"Tian Luo Formation!"

The old man in gray stared closely at Song Qingshu, and shouted at the dozens of people who had been hiding around Song Qingshu for a long time.

Brush la la.

Following the roar of the old man in gray.

Suddenly there was a light white, silky white smoke wrapped around Song Qingshu's body in the air.

And following the white smoke, there were countless charms floating above Song Qingshu's head, in front of him, behind him, and under his feet.

The spell suspended in the air exudes a brilliant fluorescence.

Small lines protrude from the charm, and the lines are connected in the air, locking Song Qingshu in the charm.

"Tian Luo Formation? I didn't expect you to have more energy."

Song Qingshu glanced up and said indifferently.