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Severed hands and feet, stumps and bodies.

Whether ascetics or ordinary people.

As long as you see this horrible picture.

There will always be a slight tremor in my heart.

Song Qingshu killed too many people.

So he is against such a bloody picture.

Song Qingshu didn't have much feeling.

He's just tired of such senseless killing.

That's why Song Qingshu kept raising the knife and dropping it, and raising the knife with his hand.

After cutting down a person, Song Qingshu couldn't help but opened his lips and asked, "What are you planning?"

"Is it really for fun?"

"For a pleasure and then to die."

"A death like this is meaningless."

"So stupid to the extreme!"

Song Qingshu wanted to complain about many problems.

It's a pity that the soldiers in front of him are just ink beads.

So no one could answer Song Qingshu's question.

So Song Qingshu could only helplessly shake his head and sigh.

While slashing the knife through the wind and splashing a cloud of blood, he continued to move forward boringly.

Horror images mean a terrifying will to fight.

Such a fighting spirit.

It will bring about a terrible battle.

This is inevitable and unstoppable.

Song Qingshu stood on the stone road of Heixiong City, constantly waving his sword.

There were hundreds of thousands of soldiers rushing towards Song Qingshu non-stop.

However, Song Qingshu swung his sword and palms from time to time, killing the enemies who approached him one by one in the silent night sky of Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged.

But there was a slight ripple in my heart.

Every shot he made was fierce and fierce.

However, despite this, none of the heroes would retreat.

"It's really not human!"

Song Qingshu cursed secretly, and then came back to his senses.

The group of heroes in front of him was nothing at all...

Suddenly, he noticed that these soldiers had some problems with their eyes.

It's not like ordinary people's brown.

Nor does it look like the uncommon blue.

It's a beautiful deep black.

The beauty is like a touch of night in Xiongcheng at this time.

Hundreds of monastic warriors rushed towards Song Qingshu through the void.

Surround and attack like a pride of lions.

No matter how serious the injury was.

Their emotions are so calm.

He was even so calm that he seemed a little numb and cold-blooded.

There was no fear in their black eyes.

All I could see was a frightening desire.

Desire is naked and undisguised.

The source of desire comes from the eyes.

At the end of it is Song Qingshu.

"Want to kill me?"

"How can it be that simple?"

Song Qingshu sneered and murmured.

Immediately, he swung his sword, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.

wow.

The heads of dozens of people were chopped off by the sword energy, and ink splashed out.

Looking at the nearly thousand pairs of night-like eyes.

Song Qingshu felt that he was besieged by hundreds of hungry wild wolves.

The air in Xiongcheng became a bit cold.

Then Scholar Song Qing expressed a strong vigilance.

So the movements of his sword-wielding hands gradually slowed down.

Song Qingshu of the Ming and Ming Dynasties has already made five steps from one foot.

But every time he stepped forward, Song Qingshu still felt a little bit of horror.

It's an unwarranted sense of horror.

Unreasonable, but pervasive.

So Song Qingshu turned one foot into seven steps.

Every step is taken in small steps, with extreme care.

From the first one foot and two steps to the current one foot seven steps.

Song Qingshu's slowing down was not to slow down the attack.

He is asking for the best results in every attack.

Song Qingshu, the dozens of string puppets, naturally wouldn't be afraid.

But when the puppets come in hundreds and thousands,

Song Qingshu had no choice but to stand ready.

after all.

Even a marionette has no soul.

His Nascent Soul realm is still there.

Every time Song Qingshu kills one, he will spend a lot of effort on himself.

So he must have his own way to kill the enemy in order to win.

thought here.

Song Qingshu thinks twice before swinging his sword every time.

It would be the best if he could directly chop the Xiongbing in half or cut off his neck with this sword.

If not.

Then Song Qingshu also wanted to cut off the opponent's foot.

This makes it difficult for the opponent to act and prevents the attack density of the opponent's wolves.

Kill all the way.

The bright red on Song Qingshu's robe was stained with black.

The edge of Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword was cut a bit curled.

He is really tired.

But the enemy is at hand.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to fill his heart with boredom and dissatisfaction.

And then stride forward.

The edge of the iron sword weeping blood is slightly curled.

The white shirt is bright red, and the body and mind are slightly tired.

At this moment, Song Qingshu felt a little boring.

However, on the battlefield, the most taboo thing is the word boring.

Because fighting can't have any emotions.

When you kill, you can only think about killing, but you can't stir up a song.

When you draw the sword, you can only think about drawing the sword, but you can't recite poems and fight against it.

Kill people, draw their swords, and move forward.

None of these things have anything to do with generosity.

If there are other emotions in the battle, then the intention to draw the sword will no longer be clear.