Chapter 342

Song Qingshu was in a cloud.

There are bamboo paths in the fog.

On the right side of the bamboo path is a large river with abundant water and wide waves.

Song Qingshu walked through the bamboo path in the fog.

The stone road is exhausted, and the surging river is beginning to appear.

Song Qingshu looked at the white water under his feet and looked at the opposite bank.

Hundreds of feet of river width, coupled with the fog on the river, hindered song Qingshu's view to the opposite bank.

Song Qingshu wanted to fly straight across the river.

However, the power of the rules of the Dharma array looming in the air made song Qingshu give up the idea.

Because he didn't come to visit the mountains.

I didn't come to play on the mountain.

He's here to kill.

Maybe a lot of people will be killed.

Therefore, song Qingshu had to ensure that his spirit was always in the most full state.

Make sure you wave your hand and you can kill.

Make sure you carry a knife and you can kill.

Make sure you can kill anyway.

Therefore, song Qingshu did not choose to make any damage to his spirit.

So song Qingshu stood in front of the turbulent river bank for a while.

Then song Qingshu turned directly and walked towards the upstream of the river bank.

The mountain deep in the black steel army is extremely high.

So there is such a big river, song Qingshu will not be confused.

But song Qingshu didn't know where the end of the river was.

The surrounding clouds covered his exploration and knowledge of the world.

So this time, song Qingshu had to carry his hands on his back and walk lightly towards the upper reaches of the river.

I wonder how long song Qingshu has gone.

He just kept silent and walked towards the river.

The more upstream, the more bleak the wind blowing on the side of Song Qing's book.

From time to time, the water of the river that hit song Qingshu became colder and colder.

The distance between the two banks above the river is also getting narrower and narrower.

At this time, song Qingshu did not need to deliberately see the scenery opposite.

He just looked up casually, and the scenery across the bank gradually became clear.

After stepping on the mountains where the black steel army is located, song Qingshu has walked slowly in the mountains for about two hours.

Until the spring ran out, the fog that had disappeared again shrouded the river.

Like white clouds rising from the ground, it is as beautiful as a fairyland, covering song Qingshu and the figure on the other side.

The angry sound of water came from the thick fog, and the turbulent wave water hit the cliff and broke into countless pieces of sound.

You can imagine how steep the invisible River becomes in the valley.

Song Qingshu lifted up his clothes and looked at the opposite side of the thick fog. He wondered whether the ambush of the black steel army was ahead.

Just then.

The sound of iron armor collision and weapon friction came from the thick fog.

"Is this Tang Xun from Tangmen Valley?"

"Or Li Zhan of Fengjian mountain villa?"

The sound of armor collision gradually calmed down, and a slightly old inquiry came from the thick fog.

Song Qingshu smiled and put his hand behind his back. His smile was full of confidence:

"Neither."

The existence in the thick fog heard this, gave a confused sound, and then joked and laughed:

"No? Then who else in the world dares to kill the mountains where my black steel army is located alone? "

"From the smell from your excellency, you're just eight golden elixirs. You're so weak that you don't feel like going back?"

Song Qingshu took a few steps to the deep fog and still smiled:

"How to return?"

The people in the fog laughed when they heard the speech:

"Give you a ride!"

"What's your name?"

Song Qingshu stands proudly:

"Song Qingshu."

People in the fog were stunned when they heard the speech. They didn't think that the rumored song Qingshu was standing in front of him now.

However.

Even if you're stunned.

This Leng was only a very short moment.

People in the fog hold their Qi and draw their bows, and their fingers touch the bow strings as hard as stone and stable as a mountain, so as to be calm:

"Song Qingshu? Is that you? You are strong enough to carry the palm of Lord moyejia and still not die. "

"I'm the vice mountain master of heigang army. You can call me Murong Yue..."

Song Qingshu nodded:

"Murong Yue, now you have half stepped into the natural barrier of Yuanying's five weights. You can see that you are also a peerless master."

"If you are all like this, isn't the mountain LORD already five weight?"

"It is said that the black steel army is the most likely sect to replace the black feather evil sect as the main sect. It seems so."

Murong moon smiled.

The iron bow in his hand was pulled into a full moon.

Murong moon was so strong that his breath covered the taut sound on the bow string.

Take the arrow and caress the bow.

Bow and string like a full moon.

Such a few movements, but never made any sound, quiet as ghosts.

Murong Yue thought that song Qingshu could be stabbed to death with the next arrow, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was particularly kind:

"The mountain master is naturally very powerful."

"If you see him in person, maybe he can really teach you something."

Hear this.

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently and said nothing.

So far.

The atmosphere between Song Qingshu and Murong Yue suddenly turned into silence.

There was silence. There was only the sound of water and waves between them.

Murong Yue doesn't know what song Qingshu wants to do.

But according to rumors.

Song Qingshu is by no means a friar that can be despised.

Even if he had only eight golden elixirs, Murong Yue would treat him as the most powerful enemy in his life.

So Murong Yue held her breath and slightly turned the iron bow in her hand.

Aim at the position determined through dialogue with song Qingshu and shoot arrows with full strings without hesitation!

The clouds are deep and the fog is heavy. I can only hear its sound and see no one.

It should have been the time when the risk factor was the lowest.

After all, even if there is a duel, you should draw your sword to each other after seeing people.

Who could have thought of Murong Yue's sudden move?

And the hand is the most powerful weapon in the deep clouds and heavy fog. It is an iron arrow that ignores the distance.

Such a move is faster than thunder and more elusive than high winds.

That is, the black steel soldiers standing beside Murong Yue never felt even a trace of murderous spirit on Murong Yue.

The sky is as clear as clouds.

It is as abrupt as an undercurrent.

Murong Yue's arrow is faster than ghosts.

With a slight hum, the iron arrow broke through the air and disappeared in an instant.

The river hidden in the depths by heavy clouds and thick fog is still flowing.

With the arrow of Murong moon.

A clear and terrible arrow hole appeared in the clouds in front of him.

The arrow hole reaches the other shore ten feet away.

The other side was empty and no sound sounded.

Murong Yue's arrow directly pierced the boulder beside the bamboo forest on the other bank, shining with a burst of Mars.

I don't know how far the arrow through the boulder flew

Murong Yue frowned thoughtfully at the translucent arrow hole on the boulder.

"Very good arrow."

Just as Murong Yue looked left and right, the voice of song Qingshu came from the other side.