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The old man in gray said with satisfaction:

"It takes half a day to recharge once the teleportation array is teleported."

"Song Qingshu, how about my move?"

Chapter 377

"How is your move?"

"I'm sorry, it seems I don't see the depth of your move."

"Could it be that you think you can trap me here just by relying on this heavenly array?"

Song Qingshu's right hand exposed outside the blood-colored long sleeve was very delicate.

He held his right hand in the hollow, and the tiger's mouth trembled slightly.

Then Zixue Ruanjian came into his palm, trembling along with Song Qingshu.

He seems to be strangling the body of a dragon that is constantly struggling, and the purple blood soft sword is about to come out like a flying dragon.

With a smile in his eyes, Song Qingshu looked around at the Tianluo formation beside him, and said disdainfully.

Say it.

Song Qingshu took a step forward, the purple blood soft sword in his hand trembled even more, and Song Qingshu's right hand held the dragon even more.

Following Song Qingshu's step forward.

The vitality of heaven and earth bound to Song Qingshu's body like silk was shattered directly.

And the dangling charms all over Song Qingshu's body instantly became mottled.

It seems that in such a moment, the long river of time has washed it away for nearly a thousand years.

"vomit!"

The monks hiding around the Tianluo formation vomited a mouthful of blood following Song Qingshu's soft murmur.

Between talking and laughing, there was an incomparably tyrannical momentum surging out.

Today's Song Qingshu is really strong.

However, no matter how strong it was, it still couldn't change the expression of the old man in gray.

The time of five breaths has already passed two breaths, as long as he procrastinates for a little time, then everything will be in time.

"The Tianluo formation is the most powerful sealing formation of the Black Steel Army."

"The one who cast the Tianluo formation on you is the strongest formation mage of the Black Steel Army."

"Furthermore, the Tianluo Formation is not offensive in any way, it is an extremely simple blockade."

"So, I really believe that I can keep you."

The old man in gray drew his bow and aimed it at Song Qingshu who was standing in the Tianluo formation, and said with a grin.

Song Qingshu shrugged disdainfully:

"What you believe is too unreasonable."

"None of the eighteen magic circles over there in the bamboo forest has ever stopped me, let alone the Tianluo circle?"

"It's not that I'm boasting."

"If I want to leave, the sky will be shattered in ten breaths of time."

"How do you stay?"

The gray old man remained silent, expressing his agreement with Song Qingshu's statement.

Another breath of time passed by.

The gray old man finally couldn't hold back the smile in his heart, and said to Song Qingshu: "In two breaths, the energy on the teleportation array will be wasted."

"At that time, Song Qingshu, nothing but killing a few of us to vent our anger."

"What else can you do?"

The aura emanating from Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword was even stronger.

As a result, more and more cracks appeared on the Tianluo Formation.

"Two interest time?"

"Sorry, in another breath, the sky will break and you will die."

"One more breath, enough."

Song Qingshu lifted the Zixue soft sword into the air.

The delicate right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Then Song Qingshu stabbed out with a sword, and stabbed on the Tianluo formation.

Crackling!

All of a sudden, there was a burst of sparks roaring from above the Tianluo Formation.

The flames shone in Song Qingshu's obsidian-like pupils.

Like a star universe, it was reborn after being destroyed in his eyes.

There was a soft snap.

The sound of the broken blue and white porcelain bottle reached the ears of the old man in gray and Song Qing.

With this soft sound, there was an inaudible gap in the Tianluo Formation, which was as solid as fine iron.

"puff!"

"vomit!"

With this inaudible gap appeared.

The formation masters who arranged the Tianluo formation directly suffered a huge energy backlash.

As a result, two more people vomited blood and fell to the ground in a coma, and they did not wake up again.

Song Qingshu felt a gap in the Tianluo Formation.

He raised his left hand that had just been left idle.

In his left hand, there is a vast fluctuation of vitality.

Immediately, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he punched the hilt of Zixue Soft Sword like a blacksmith.

The old man in gray looked at Song Qingshu's clenched fist.

Looking at the Tianluo Formation trembling under his fist.

He knew that the seemingly indestructible Tianluo Formation couldn't even stop Song Qingshu's next punch.

But okay.

Beside the gray-clothed old man, there were elite members of the Black Steel Army.

The gray-clothed old man plucked the string and bent the bow extremely quickly.

A killing intent passed through the barrier of Tianluo Formation and exploded on Song Qingshu's left hand.

So the punch that Song Qingshu swung with his left hand was slow for a moment after all, and his strength also faded a bit.

So Song Qingshu didn't drop such a punch in the flash, and the Tianluo Formation still existed.

"Song Qingshu!"

"We will definitely keep you, and bet on the final glory of the Black Steel Army!"

The old man in gray just finished speaking.

Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators suddenly appeared next to the portal.

The vitality between the heaven and the earth was chaotic, and the long floating clouds above the dome scattered away.

Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators held a heavy iron bow in their hands.

A cold light shone from the sharp arrowhead, and a biting chill raged around Song Qingshu's body.

They didn't say much nonsense.

As a surprise soldier who has been hidden by the gray-clothed old man.

They consciously perform what they should do as a surprise soldier.

So they all pulled the iron bows in their palms to fullness.

The bowstring of the iron bow held tightly by them was trembling, and a powerful force suddenly emerged on the bowstring.

The archers had just been arranged properly.

At Song Qingshu's side, another group of black-armored soldiers approaching with swords appeared.

The sword's edge swept across the vitality of the world, and the sound of breaking wind rang sharply in Song Qingshu's ears.

So today's Song Qingshu has really fallen into a rather dangerous situation.

In front of Song Qingshu, there was a strong Nascent Soul holding a bow and strings.

Beside him is a series of sharp swords piercing through the air.

Moreover, the sky around Song Qingshu's body has not retreated and annihilated.

In Tianluo, Song Qingshu felt a little heavy.

"Song Qingshu, how did you escape?"

The old man in gray looked at Song Qingshu, grinned and said to Song Qingshu.

He was very confident, very confident that Song Qingshu could not escape so quickly.

But like the old man in gray, Song Qingshu also had a faint smile on his face.

Like a spring breeze blowing on his face, his face was full of pride.