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So what is this soft drizzle?

A helmsman who has seen a mighty wave never dreads a calm stream.

What's more, for Song Qingshu.

The white-haired old man in front of him is not even a shallow beach.

How can it be regarded as a stream?

So when the white-haired old man waved the silver needle in his hand, Song Qingshu still turned his back to his body and ignored it.

Until the white-haired old man's hundreds of silver needles could barely penetrate Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu gave the white-haired old man a cold look just now.

To be precise, it shouldn't be a look, but a deep look at him.

Between lightning and flint.

The white-haired old man felt an invisible coercion penetrating into his body.

Then hundreds of silver needles were blown off by the breeze.

Immediately, the sea of ​​consciousness of the white-haired old man was shattered by Song Qingshu at a glance.

puff!

With a muffled sound, the head of the white-haired old man was directly crushed by Song Qingshu, and brains and blood splashed down in the air.

"Time has whitened the blue hair, and the realm of life has always been lowered to the bottom of the dust."

"I'm not afraid of Mo Xiejia's anger, I'm just afraid that I've exhausted the fuzzy and restless years of the world of mortals."

"And then live like you."

"sorrow."

Song Qingshu walked past the white-haired old man.

He didn't even look at this person, but quietly dropped such a sentence, and then walked away.

"Song Qingshu, what do you want to do!"

"I am the number one instructor of the Black Feather Evil Sect, I don't think you are allowed to mess around here!"

Song Qingshu walked past the corpse of the white-haired old man, and countless disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect ran deep into the sect.

Song Qingshu was about to draw his sword and chase after him.

The half-step Yuanying strong man walked against the crowd, walked up to Song Qingshu, and spoke impassionedly to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at this generous and righteous man, and became interested:

"You know you're going to die, why?"

The Nascent Soul expert snorted coldly, and instead of answering, he rushed towards Song Qingshu directly.

Song Qingshu looked at the strong man who rushed towards him, sneered, and said quietly: "Probably it's just for the stupid belief and hope in your heart."

"Since you are willing to use your life as a shield and your flesh and blood as your city, how can I not let you sacrifice your life for righteousness?"

After saying that, Song Qingshu shook his palm, and lightly patted the so-called strong man.

Then the Taoist robe on this strong man was turned into fine powder by Song Qingshu's palm.

Snapped!

The sound of cracking eggs came from this strong man.

Immediately, the strong man's body shattered into pieces.

Including the bright red flesh and white bones, all of them were smashed into the tiniest invisible dust in the air.

Along with the Taoist robe, it fluttered and danced gently in the wind.

"Stop! The chief swordsman of the Black Feather Evil Sect is here, Song Qingshu quickly retreat!"

"Hey, it seems that the old man will fight with the young people today, Song Xiaoer, accept the move."

"Song Qingshu! Breaking my sect and killing my disciples is a capital crime. As the leader of the law enforcement of the Black Feather Evil Sect, I command you to die obediently!"

"Song Qingshu, how dare you fight me!"

Song Qingshu stepped two or three steps away from the strong Nascent Soul just now.

A few more people came out of the crowd, and came fiercely towards Song Qingshu.

These people all know that they will definitely die.

But they have no choice.

Because Mo Xiejia still needs a little time to go out, and during this time, he must not be disturbed even a little bit.

Where the Golden Core disciple retreated, there was the last sect-protecting formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

As long as the guardian array is activated, everything is not so bad.

It's just that it all takes time.

So someone had to sacrifice their lives to stop Song Qingshu's footsteps.

Such a sacrifice is naturally great.

But the Black Feather Evil Sect had repeatedly forced Song Qingshu to death.

Now, even if the sect is destroyed, Song Qingshu's eyebrows will not be raised.

In addition to the death of so many people, what is it?

Song Qingshu really wanted to draw his sword and chop all these people who were dying to the ground.

But somehow.

Song Qingshu was still unable to do so in the end.

I'm afraid it's because he's tired of killing people.

Perhaps it was because some kind of spirit infected Song Qingshu.

I'm afraid that doesn't make any sense.

Song Qingshu sighed slightly:

"Leave here, I will not kill."

Chapter 386 Kill or not kill

If you leave, don't kill.

This was the most benevolent thing Song Qingshu could think of.

Under the great fear between life and death, some people naturally stood there, looking back at Song Qingshu.

This is an ordinary monk of the sixth level of Jindan.

Originally, he just wanted to escape into the second guardian formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect to escape Song Qingshu's relentless pursuit.

But ever since he heard Song Qingshu's promise, he was a little confused but joyful.

"Is this true? Leave without killing?"

The monk at the sixth level of Jindan murmured and asked, for fear that Song Qingshu's words were just to deceive them.

Song Qingshu nodded, with a cold smile on his lips:

"Leave here, don't kill."

"If you don't leave, you will die."

Upon hearing this, the Golden Core cultivator happily rushed towards the gate of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Some people watched his disappearing figure, and followed him towards the outside of the sect.

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and never asked these survivors.

However, there were dozens of muffled bangs and several tragic cries in the air.

Then Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw the sixth-layer Golden Core cultivator lying in a pool of blood.

The person who claimed to be the deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect just stopped and snorted coldly: "But there are those who dare to retreat!"

"Kill without mercy!"

"Hurry up and go back to your second line of defense. Song Qingshu is the most cruel and ruthless, how can you wait lightly!"

Listening to this man's words, Song Qingshu's smile became even wider.

From the light tank just now, it turned into a crescent moon:

"You say I'm cruel and ruthless?"

"Hahaha."

"Sorry, that's probably the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"It's obviously you who murdered, why do you have the nerve to say such stupid things?"

"But I really want to ask you, what is his crime?"

While talking, Song Qingshu pointed his finger at the Golden Core cultivator who was lying in a pool of blood.

The deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect looked indifferent:

"Is it interesting to say so much?"

Song Qingshu nodded and smiled slightly:

"It's really not interesting."

Then Song Qingshu connected his index finger and thumb together.

Fingers slightly bent, popped out.

Snapped.