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Just after the old man in gray finished speaking.

Song Qingshu felt serious and then said:

"The bowstring is very good, but so what? No matter how powerful a tangible thing is, it has a limit."

Before Song Qing finished speaking, the archers around him made their first move.

The powerful momentum of drawing the bow came one after another, and the sharp flying arrows shot out like a torrential rain.

The sharp sound of arrows tearing through the air made Song Qingshu's eardrums tremble.

Almost at the same time, the Black Steel Army hidden around the Tianluo Formation activated the strongest secret technique of the Tianluo Formation, and launched an attack violently.

The turbulent flow of vitality gathered around Song Qingshu's body, locking Song Qingshu's spiritual thoughts.

Chapter 378 is a joke

The Tianluo formation lingering around Song Qingshu.

Dozens of strong Nascent Souls drew their bows and strings at the same time.

A black-armored warrior suddenly appeared in the depths with the vertical sword.

The gray-clothed old man burned his life force and drew his bow with murderous aura.

This is a battle that the Black Steel Army has planned for a long time.

They knew they couldn't hold the portal.

So they wanted to destroy the portal in the first place.

But Song Qingshu came too fast.

The people who were approaching the Black Steel Army hadn't figured out whether they would be willing to destroy the portal.

Song Qingshu's blood-colored gown fluttering in the wind was already floating in the air.

So the gray-clothed old man waited for Song Qingshu to activate the lines on the portal.

Then keep him!

For this purpose, the old man in gray has already made a lot of preparations.

In addition to the three waves of shock in front of them, they still have backhands.

"Just hold on for a second."

"We won."

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu who was in the middle of the sky, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

The old man in gray drew his bow and was about to shoot.

But yet another killing intent came to the old man in gray with the sound of breaking wind.

"what!"

Seeing this killing intent coming.

Someone from the Black Steel Army squatting next to the gray-clothed old man roared angrily while raising his shield quietly.

Then they raised the extremely thick black steel shields in their hands, and shot out like arrows, standing in the straight line between the killing intent and the gray-clothed old man.

boom!

boom!

boom!

clang!

The killing intent is very powerful.

When it just hits the first person.

That person, together with the black steel shield in his hand, the armor on his body, his flesh and blood, and his white bones were all blown into powder.

black White Red.

The powder made of three colors is scattered here.

The killing intent keeps coming.

So it touched the second person, and the second person shattered with the roar.

The killing intent came to the third person, and the third person also exploded and shattered together.

……

It wasn't until the killing intent came to No. 14's shield, and as No. 14's black steel shield shattered, the killing intent dissipated.

Behind No.14 is the gray-clothed old man.

Feeling the killing intent, he turned pale.

"this is not……"

The old man in gray stopped drawing his bow, his cloudy and deep eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and murmured in disbelief.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"This is your first bow, the killing intent on the bow."

"Well, it's barely okay. If I do it myself, I'm afraid that No. 14 and you will die."

The gray-clothed old man's face was ashen, and the iron bow he was holding tightly fell to the ground.

puff!

The iron bow fell to a piece of soil.

It raised dust all over the sky, fascinated someone's eyes, and messed up someone's sight.

The moment the iron bow fell to the ground.

The strong bow and iron sword that came towards Song Qingshu came one after another.

Song Qingshu's response method is very simple.

He didn't wave the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

He didn't control the hell platform that took off behind him.

The cornucopia in the storage bag is not enabled.

He didn't even let an arc of lightning strike under his feet.

Let the surrounding fog rise.

Facing the strong bow and iron sword, he locked the heaven and earth formation around him.

A soft cry came from Song Qingshu's golden alchemy.

Jin Dan trembled slightly.

Immediately, a murderous aura surged out from his golden core.

Then came the second course.

The third way.

There are hundreds of ways and thousands of ways, countless ways scattered all over the world.

Even though countless killing intents suddenly appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

But none of them was born by Song Qingshu.

There was always a warm smile on his face.

The old man in gray next to him had an ugly cry on his face.

Because those killing intents belonged to him.

Hundreds of ways and thousands of ways are all his masterpieces when he shot Song Qingshu's chest with a bow without an arrow at the beginning.

Each one is the work of the gray-clothed old man full of artistic conception and hearty.

However, the killing intent that suddenly appeared in the world is also terrifying and invincible.

The thick floating clouds on the domes of the peaks hide the sun behind the clouds.

The vitality of heaven and earth around the portal, the space is trembling slightly.

Watching the killing intent fluctuate around Song Qingshu's body.

The old man in gray had such a feeling.

He felt that Song Qingshu should be invincible.

Because it is not the bright sun that shines on all things now that hangs over the world.

Nor was it the endless killing intent released from Song Qingshu.

It was Song Qing.

He just stood there, looking down at the earth like a god.

Beyond all, unreasonable coercion.

Invisibly, it enveloped the hearts of everyone present.

This coercion is not the oppression of the superiors on the inferiors.

It's the emperor's deterrent to the common people!

Song Qingshu glanced lightly at the people present, so some people couldn't help but their legs went weak.

Attempt to bow down...

The iron bows in the hands of dozens of Nascent Soul powerhouses shattered into mustard powder under the torrent of killing intent.

Endless killing intent pierced their falcon-like eyes, so they screamed miserably, covered their eyes, and fell to the ground.

Blood dripped from their eyes.