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There are nearly [-] casual practitioners.

So in an instant, [-] white swirl flowers bloomed on the guardian array.

In an instant, there were countless collisions in the guardian array.

As a result, the entire guardian array began to shake uneasy.

However, the Sixth Elder in the formation still smiled calmly.

The gloom on his face turned into a playful smile.

Seeing the sweat pouring down from the people outside the guarding formation, the banter on the Sixth Elder's face became more and more vivid: "Hahaha, it's just too ridiculous."

"Although there are people among you who have reached the third level of Nascent Soul, your overall strength is still extremely weak."

"This grand array of guardians is the divine array of guardians personally set up by Master Mo Xiejia."

"Even if it is a master at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, it is quite difficult to smash this large array of guardians."

"Just relying on you, it's really a joke."

Just when the Sixth Elder was laughing arrogantly, the people outside the guardian formation were sweating like rain.

A gust of wind blew to everyone's side.

But what this gust of breeze brings is not a burst of coolness, but a person.

A man standing in the breeze.

The blood-red clothes danced with the wind, and the clothes were full of holes, with white marks in the holes.

Clothes are worn out.

However, the man's expression was still proud.

Dress like a beggar, stand like a king.

This sentence, used to describe this man, probably couldn't be more appropriate.

"Black Feather Evil Sect, are you here so soon?"

Song Qingshu stood in front of the Black Feather Evil Sect's guardian formation, among the crowd.

He raised his head and glanced at the guarding formation in front of him, and whispered.

Although he came very plainly.

The voice is softer.

But he still became the focus of the crowd in an instant.

Not because of anything else, just because he is Song Qingshu.

Chapter 380 What a mouthful?

A male lion stood proudly among the wolves, so the wolves dispersed, revealing the male lion squatting in the center.

There was a bright moon floating above the blue sky, and the faint floating clouds scattered away, revealing a round of brightness.

Song Qingshu was standing among a group of casual cultivators, so the casual cultivators dispersed in unison, and Song Qingshu's figure appeared.

The wolves scatter for the lion because of the power of the lion.

The floating clouds disperse for the bright moon, because the floating clouds cannot cover the brilliance of the moon.

The casual cultivators dispersed for Song Qingshu, not because of his power.

Song Qingshu is now wearing a tattered bloody garment.

In a panic, where does the power come from?

Not because of his brilliance.

I don't know if Song Qingshu killed too many people.

As a result, he is very tired now.

So Song Qingshu's eyes were a little dim, not to mention shining brightly.

There is no reason why the casual cultivators are scattered around because of Song Qingshu.

It was only because Song Qingshu was standing in the field.

The Patriarch Pengshan and the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect, who were cultivating casually, looked at the place where Song Qingshu was standing and exclaimed in surprise: "Song Qingshu?"

The call of the ancestor Pengshan was full of surprise and bewilderment.

The voice of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was one of fear and doubt.

Tang Xun and Tangmen Valley fought against Tianyumen.

Li Zhan brought Fengjian Villa to confront Heisha Pavilion.

Patriarch Pengshan summoned the world's casual cultivators to surround the Black Feather Evil Sect.

If it is said that these news are only shocking to the world.

Then Song Qingshu stepped on the mountain of the Black Steel Army wearing only a fluttering white dress and holding a purple blood soft sword.

This news shocked the world.

So even though half a day has not passed.

The news that Song Qingshu fought against the Black Steel Army alone was eulogized by all the monks in this world.

Some people lamented its recklessness. After all, the Black Steel Army can be said to be a terrifying existence comparable to Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa.

Some people were amazed at his bravery, after all, before going up the mountain, Song Qingshu was just a little cultivator at the eighth level of the Golden Core.

Some people feel that they are ignorant, Xia Houli's iron spear, Chen Kunling's thoughts, these are the most peak existences in the monk world.

So everyone thought Song Qingshu would die.

Everyone thought that Song Qingshu was crazy to the extreme, and only then was he so stupid that he single-handedly ran across the mountain.

Except Tang Xun and Li Zhan, who knew that Song Qingshu might be invincible.

Even for a person like Pengshan Patriarch who has seen the power of Song Qingshu.

He also didn't quite believe that Song Qingshu could really stir up trouble with the Black Steel Army.

Therefore, Patriarch Pengshan's greatest expectation for Song Qingshu is that he can buy more time for his group of people.

The Black Steel Army is not allowed to come to support.

At this point, Patriarch Pengshan's face suddenly turned pale.

Then Patriarch Pengshan jumped directly to Song Qingshu's side.

"Song Daoyou, why are you here?"

Patriarch Pengshan carefully inspected Song Qingshu's whole body, swallowed his saliva, and opened his lips very nervously to ask.

Song Qingshu still looked at the black feather evil sect's guardian array with interest, and ignored Patriarch Pengshan.

Seeing Song Qingshu's silence, Patriarch Pengshan felt even more uneasy: "Song Daoyou, are you injured? Didn't you go up the mountain in white clothes?"

"Why are you covered in blood now?"

Song Qingshu sneered, still looking at the Black Feather Evil Sect's protective formation, and said indifferently: "Why is it bloody? Naturally, my body is full of blood."

Patriarch Pengshan gasped, and his face became paler than Song Qingshu's: "It's full of blood?"

"Is this the enemy's blood or your own?"

"Song Daoyou, you are here, so what happened to the Black Steel Army, did you escape for your life?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, his face indifferent:

"Most of the blood on my body is other people's blood, but also my own."

"Also, the Black Steel Army will never come over."

"As for how I came here? I came here with the help of the portal of the Black Steel Army."

Patriarch Pengshan frowned, opened his lips and said for no reason:

"It's never coming, what's going on?"

"Also, Song Daoyou, you said you used the portal of the Black Steel Army?"

"Could it be, Song Daoyou, you persuaded the Black Steel Army to let them join our alliance?"

Hearing these words, the Sixth Elder in the Black Feather Evil Sect's guardian formation was furious like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Impossible!"

"How could Master Xia Houli bow his head to you mob?"

"The stupid thing of abandoning the light and turning to the dark, how could it be something that adult would do."

Song Qingshu sneered:

"You guessed right, Xiahou is indeed not the kind of person who would surrender to anyone."

"So they didn't surrender."

"The Black Steel Army has been wiped out, Xiahouli, Murongyue, Liu Buping, Chen Kunling."

"Oh, by the way, there is also an old man in gray clothes, an old man with a bow without arrows."

"These people are all dead."

Song Qingshu's words were very gentle.

Like a gust of breeze and soft rain, there is no cadence in the tone.

Some are just plain.

Because he was talking about a real thing, and he didn't deliberately fabricate hypocrisy.

However, it was Song Qingshu's bland description.

But it sounded like thunder in the minds of Patriarch Pengshan and the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

"Here, Song Daoyou, what do you mean... that Black Steel Army, who was invincible for the first time, really perished?"