Chapter 345

Song Qingshu held a bleeding sword in his left hand.

The blood drops slowly into the water, like grinding red ink in the river water.

He carried a head in his right hand, twisted at the neck.

Endless blood spilled from the head and neck and fell into the river.

Although the river flows very fast.

But in the place where song Qingshu stood, it was still bright red.

The speed of blood dripping far exceeds the speed of water flow.

Song Qingshu knew that the man with red armor must be a leader, so song Qingshu cut off his head.

Because song Qingshu wanted to frighten the black steel army who were not afraid of life and death, he lifted the head into the air.

"Get back! Don't kill! "

"Otherwise, with this person!"

Song Qingshu threw his head into the air and stabbed up with the purple blood soft sword in his left hand.

Like a string of balls, he stabbed the purple blood soft sword through the head and roared indifferently.

At this moment.

Blood fell into song Qingshu's mouth.

A smell of rust came from his mouth.

In front of this scene.

The sound of the river seemed to rest.

Those fierce and fearless black steel friars looked at Song Qingshu with his head and smiled.

The pace of its progress could not help slowing down one after another.

Song Qingshu became more frightening than Shura at this time.

It's more frightening than the fierce ghost in hell

Not that they are not brave enough.

It can only be said that the song Qingshu at this time is too terrible.

The black steel army has also seen a terrible scene in countless battles.

But like song Qingshu.

Smash the loser's neck, nail his head to his weapon, and laugh loudly.

This is the first time I've seen this group.

So at this moment, no one dares to step on the water.

Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction.

Because his mission is to destroy the black steel army.

The most important thing is to buy time for Tang Xun, Li Zhan and Pengshan.

Get them the time to destroy the three main gates of Tianyu gate, Heisha Pavilion and Heiyu evil sect.

And song Qingshu has such confidence:

"As long as I'm here, the elite of the black steel army have to guard me at any time!"

Because he has such confidence.

So song Qingshu went up the mountain proudly.

Stand proudly in the middle of the river.

With pride on his face, he walked forward slowly with a sword inserted in his head.

"No return?"

Song Qingshu's eyes turned from black to brown. He glanced at the people around him indifferently and asked with a sneer.

Song Qingshu always thought he was so fierce that he should scare the friars in front of him,

But to his surprise.

The friars were just stunned for a while, and then they rushed to song Qingshu with their swords.

"Kill!"

"Why did the commander take revenge!"

"Raise my black steel military power and my black steel military strength!"

The roar of killing like thunder sounded again in the turbulent river.

Looking at the appearance of hundreds of monks stepping on the water.

Song Qingshu chuckled and shook the sword edge of his left hand, throwing out the so-called he Tongling's head on the sword.

Then song Qingshu silently went to the other shore more than ten feet away.

Silence to the crowd.

He silently waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

The sword power became silent with his silence

A young man in blue heavy armor screamed, and the bronze sword in his hand turned into a swimming dragon.

The Dragon swims across the river, carrying the powerful and profound breath of heaven and earth, and roars to the face of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword and gently waved it directly at you long.

A clang!

The cyan dragon broke off, and a crack appeared in the middle of the young man's blue heavy armor.

When a wisp of breeze blew, the crack expanded rapidly, blood sprayed out, and the river was more bright red.

He fell heavily in the blood, struggled with his hands and splashed some spray in the blood.

Then he lay in the water, floated in the river, and could no longer stand up.

Another clang!

A heavy iron sword was cut in half.

The strong green armor with a knife cut off his left arm, gave a painful howl, couldn't keep his balance and fell into the river.

A strong man with heavy white armor stood on a rock in the river and pulled the bow string.

Across the Taotao River and hundreds of monks shot arrows at Song Qingshu.

He moves very lightly.

He has no intention of killing.

His voice is very low.

So it's hard to predict the shooting of this arrow.

Unfortunately, Murong Yue, who is lighter than him, has a lighter killing intention and a quieter voice.

They are divided into two under the sword of song Qingshu, not to mention him?

Song Qingshu felt the faint and unheard of murderous spirit in the breath of heaven and earth.

But song Qingshu never looked up.

He just waved the purple blood soft sword in silence.

A gust of sword wind with a strong killing intention swept over the surging spray with moisture.

It has a vague shape and comes to the strong man with white heavy armor at an unimaginable speed.

Dang!

A passionate sound like a golden iron horse came from the hand of the man in white heavy armor.

Then the iron bow in the hands of the strong broke directly from it, and the bow string made of iron string was divided into two sections and scattered into the air.

The scattered string flowers are more beautiful than the occasional splashes in the river water.

The broken bow hit him hard in the face and broke the bridge of the nose of the strong white armor.

Smash his eyes and smash a mixture of blood and inexplicable juice.

However, the white heavy armor strong man never uttered a scream.

Because at the moment when the bow broke, the infinite killing intention had passed through his neck.

With the appearance of a light red line, his neck was cut off directly, his head fell into the water, and there was a pop.

With the blood on the neck, the head was like a red fruit falling into the water from the branches.

Although the sword is in your hand.

The blade had to reach half a foot in front of him.

However, as long as it is waved falsely, there is infinite killing intention, which is born from the sword.

There's the power of linglie sword to kill people thousands of miles away.

This is the unique sword holding technique of song Qingshu.

His movements were stable and he had no shortness of breath.

Even if the person who comes here looks terrible and the sword is fierce.

Song Qingshu just waved his sword, which turned into a shadow in his left hand.

Whether it is the ghost iron arrow shot by the strong Yuan Ying, or the vertical sword of a large group of Jindan friars.

It can't be faster than song Qingshu's killing intention with a sword.

Besides, the killing intention is intangible.

The sword was as sharp as wind and thunder.

Ask you how to prevent?

Carry the sword and kill several Yuanying level strong men dressed in colorful heavy armor.

This is only a microcosm in this massacre.

As song Qingshu kept waving his sword.

The steps kept moving forward.

The eyes became colder and colder.

The smile on the corner of the mouth is more evil.

The turbulent river has become a red river.

Some experts rushed to song Qingshu all the time.

However, it was just a face-to-face meeting, and a wolf howled and poured into the river.

Song Qingshu at this time.

Invincible!