Chapter 343

Listen, song Qingshu's comments came from somewhere in the depths of the clouds.

Murong Yue's pale eyebrows picked.

"Ha!"

Then Murong Yue stepped her left foot into the sand by the stream and turned her body to one side.

When the body rotates at a high speed.

Murong moon still didn't put down the iron arrow he held tightly.

Between the lightning and flint turned by Murong moon.

Three heavy, dark iron arrows had been mounted on the bowstring.

The bowstring bends like a full moon.

The vitality of heaven and earth is in constant turmoil at this moment.

Hiss!

Hiss!

Hiss!

With three flying arrows shot by Murong moon.

There were three breaking winds in the air.

Instantly open the iron bow of thousands of kilograms, and then shoot three arrows in an instant.

This is naturally not difficult for Murong Yue, who is already the strongest of Yuanying's four peaks,

The difficulty is that the arrow paths of the three arrows all exist in the same straight line.

Never half a point.

Never shake an inch.

These three arrows are like melting into one arrow.

The gap between them is so narrow that a piece of white paper can't be inserted.

The arrow's momentum is like a thunderbolt. It's striking.

It is just like the spring water, continuous.

The arrow path composed of three arrows resolutely left song Qingshu.

In an instant, the thick cloud in front of song Qingshu was broken.

Song Qingshu looked at the three arrows with infinite momentum.

Looking at these three arrows, the dark and strong arrows whirled and hummed in the air.

It was like a flying top, fast like a wisp of smoke, shooting at his chest like lightning.

"He asked with a sword."

"You asked with an arrow."

"These three arrows have no rules to follow. Both momentum and speed pass into the realm."

"Murong Yue, you are really strong. How about my sword?"

Song Qingshu closed his eyes, felt the thunder power of the three arrows, and frowned slightly.

After a brief comment on Murong Yue's three arrows, song Qingshu smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Then song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword behind him like lightning and cut off the three arrows coming at a high speed.

A breeze suddenly came from the sword edge of song Qingshu.

The breeze blew right in the middle of the three arrows.

Blowing through the heavy clouds and thick fog.

Someone who blows over a bow and is ready to shoot again.

Blowing through the half body of Murong moon.

The breeze is soft, and there is no murderous spirit in it.

But when the breeze stopped.

The three strong and dark iron arrows were directly divided into two parts from the air and shot at Song Qingshu.

A crack was cut out of the cloud for more than ten feet, and there was not even a little cloud in the crack.

The iron bow made of refined steel in Murong Yue's hand was directly broken into two sections. One section also hit Murong Yue's face heavily, beating out his nose blood.

Murong Yue raised her hand to wipe her nose blood and looked up at Song Qingshu.

Murong moon without black bow is like an old man afraid of cold.

He tightly put his bloody hand in his sleeve, and then stood where he was, afraid to walk even a step.

"Cough, cough, song Qingshu... No, song Daoyou, the artistic conception of this sword is very interesting..."

"I just called the three arrows chasing the moon and the sun. What's the name of song Daoyou's sword?"

Murong Yue coughed lightly, then smiled slightly, and said to song Qingshu with some difficulty.

Song Qingshu shrugged and the purple blood soft sword blade shook gently:

"Your Excellency, shoot an arrow."

"Then I only used the broken arrow, nothing else."

Murong Yue nodded and whispered with a smile:

"Is it just a broken arrow?"

"Song Qingshu, the black steel army this time, more or less bad..."

"If... The black steel army perishes... It will perish in the hand of song Qingshu."

After that.

Murong Yue gasped ferociously as if out of breath.

Blood could not stop flowing out of his mouth.

Murong Yue's body made a slight hum.

It's like someone is tuning the strings.

Then Murong Yue's eyebrows fell, and a red line suddenly appeared.

The red line was drawn from the center of the eyebrow to Murong Yue's chest or even lower, which was extremely profound.

The next moment.

Murong Yue's body took the center of the eyebrow as the dividing line and fell to the left and right.

Like a toppling mountain.

The rapid and violent roar of the river seemed quiet for a moment when Murong moon fell.

Until now.

The arrow hole just shot by Murong Yue's three arrows in one gradually disappeared.

The vitality of heaven and earth dispersed by the arrow hole dispersed in all directions at this moment.

Countless catchy breezes rolled in.

The breeze is as clear as nothing.

But when the catkins and the breeze are together.

A real yuan breath became a sudden torrent.

The clouds dispersed in the roar.

Song Qingshu looked at the opposite bank gradually clear.

The smile on his mouth was still calm, and there was no dignified color.

It's directly opposite song Qingshu.

A black steel army of about 500 people.

They were dressed in black clothes, black trousers and black robes.

You can either walk with a sword in your hand.

Or he pinched the sword gently, and his hands smelled black.

Song Qingshu looked like so many people suddenly appeared.

It's like a ghost hidden among stones.

These people surrounded by black armor showed a strong breath.

Their eyes were not deep darkness, but gray and cold, and hundreds of eyes looked at him.

This made song Qingshu feel a little strange and terrible.

These Jindan friars who have trained in the black armour army for so many years are like wolves who have been hungry for many years.

Song Qingshu coughed softly:

"Gentlemen, is there war?"

"If there is a war, please hurry up. I'm very busy."

Murong moon has fallen and doesn't wake up.

Then song Qingshu's soft roar was like a signal before the opening of the war.

The battle officially began.

More than 500 Jindan friars of the black steel army were breaking through the water and rushing to song Qingshu ten feet away.

More than 100 strong practitioners.

In the roar of death, he rushed into the turbulent baonu river.

The river that has reached the upper reaches is not too deep, just knee deep.

For a while.

The splash of water in the river is very frightening.

Facing the people who rushed to him, song Qingshu did not choose to give way,

So he drew out the purple blood soft sword, the blade trembled, and pointed directly at the enemy in front of him:

"I haven't participated in such a battle for a long time."

"Without any rules, everything can be happy!"

"Please have fun and be wild! Come on! Fight to the death! "

Those strong monks who attack by stepping on the water, although they are just monks of the golden elixir.

However, their actual combat experience is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Yuanying strongmen.

In addition, there are at least a dozen Yuan Ying strongmen among the enemies stepping on the water.

Therefore, song Qingshu's happy war is a great risk.

The fastest coming nature is the flying sword loved by monks.

Several flying swords with light fluorescence broke the water vapor of the river and stabbed song Qingshu.

Following the flying sword, there are countless other offensives