Chapter 346

Someone came with a sword and stepped on the water. Turbid flowers grew and died on the river.

Some people bow and shoot in the depths of the sea of people, and the arrow is as soft as a ghost.

Some people use Qi to resist the sword. The sword is vertical and horizontal in the air, leaving a sword path penetrated by the sword Qi.

However.

No matter who comes here draws his sword.

Or break the air with Qi and sword.

Or the bow is like a ghost.

Song Qingshu just walked towards the other bank.

While walking, he waved the purple blood soft sword in silence.

There was a crash.

The purple blood soft sword goes through other people's arms and cuts off the hand holding the sword.

Click.

The Dao sword, which soared like a swimming dragon in the air, was directly crushed.

A buzz.

The strong bow that shot with the sword in the dark broke directly, and there was a soft sound from the bow string.

It should have been a quiet river.

At this time, it has become the cruelest place of Shura in the world.

No matter how many people come.

In front of the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu, it is just a sword.

Few people can carry two swords.

Even if there are, they are also Yuanying strong people whose cultivation strength is far higher than that of Jindan friars.

But how many such masters are there?

Of the 500 monks who stood opposite Song Qing's book, less than 100 can still stand before Song Qing's writing.

Among them, there are few Yuanying strong ones left.

Most people couldn't even bear a sword before Song Qing wrote.

Some friars with a slightly weaker mind.

At a glance by song Qingshu, he fell into the water and couldn't lift even a trace of strength.

Song Qingshu looked at the monks with trembling hands holding the sword. With a smile on his mouth, he carried the sword and then came.

"Scared?"

Song Qingshu's white clothes have been dyed blood red.

However, he didn't care. He let the mixture of river water and blood dye his white clothes scarlet.

He smiled jokingly and said to the friar in front of him.

This is the second time he said it when he got to the river.

The first was after he nailed the commander he to his purple blood soft sword and looked at the people.

The second sound is now.

Reply to song Qingshu's first voice.

It is the roar of hundreds of monks and endless killing intention.

And reply to song Qingshu's second voice.

But it was a dead silence, and some even forgot to breathe.

The blood from the broken limb has dyed the whole river red.

Song Qingshu walked in the river like a demon walking in the red water of hell.

It's just.

The devil is with a deadly sickle and a ferocious laugh.

Song Qingshu is a bloody purple blood soft sword and a smile

And those black steel soldiers who were originally fierce and fearless.

Now, as song Qingshu walked slowly, they actually began to tremble slightly.

Song Qingshu raised his sword, and the monk in black steel walked back involuntarily.

Song Qingshu smiled, and the monk in black steel even had the desire to cry.

"Why, are you so afraid that no one dares to come forward again?"

Song Qingshu put down the purple blood soft sword, shrugged his shoulders, looked a little indifferent and said.

For a time, there was only the sound of running water between Song Qingshu and this group of people.

Dead silence is the theme at this time.

Song Qingshu's dark eyes scanned the group of monks in front of him.

When his eyes were about to meet.

Everyone will lower their heads in advance to ensure that their vision will not be against that of song Qingshu.

Watching such a show of weakness.

Song Qingshu shook his head in disappointment:

"After I stepped into the eight fold golden elixir, I always felt that my realm rose too fast."

"So I hope I can usher in a death battle, a death battle that makes me feel the threat between life and death."

"Now I'm a little disappointed."

Say here.

Song Qingshu directly inserted the purple blood soft sword back into the scabbard behind him, no matter how many enemies' flesh and blood remained on the sword.

Seeing this, a strong Yuanying dressed in silver armor bit his teeth:

"Your enemy is right in front of you. How dare you take back your sword?"

"Do you want to die?"

"Or are you just humiliating us?!"

Song Qingshu looked at the blood stains flowing from the mouth of Yuanying's strong man, looked at his angry eyes and joked with a smile:

"My enemies are dead."

"Those who live but dare not die are not worthy of being my enemies."

"Your internal organs have been smashed, few bones on your body are intact, and you are dying."

"Others, do you want to die?"

After listening to song Qingshu's words.

The commander of an army in heavy silver armor coughed with pain.

First saliva.

Then he coughed harder and harder, and coughed up blood.

What is noisy in the blood is the broken internal organs.

Boom!

Finally, the strong man who dared to shout with song Qingshu fell into the blood and splashed a spray.

Song Qing is expressionless in writing.

He just went on.

As song Qingshu said.

The living black steel armies were no longer worthy of his enemies.

When song Qingshu just walked past, the friars of the black steel army unconsciously made way for song Qingshu.

A road leading to the other shore, to land, to the headquarters of the black steel army.

As long as song Qingshu goes over and kills Xia Houli.

Then maybe the black steel army will be destroyed by one person.

But.

Although the friars knew the seriousness of the problem, they could not hold the sword in their hands.

It trembled too much

Trembling to the point that they wanted to stab the sword at Song Qingshu, they couldn't do it.

So they can only watch song Qingshu set foot on the other side of the land, but there is nothing they can do.

"As a human being, it is wise to choose life when life and death are difficult."

"But as a warrior, what he can't keep his dignity between life and death is life and futility."

"I look down on you in Song Qingshu."

Before leaving.

Song Qingshu sneered and left his back to the pride of the black steel army. He did not hesitate to satirize.

"Ah! Song Qingshu, you deceive people too much! "

"Everyone, for the sake of heigang mountain, we would rather die than let this man near the mountain Lord!"

"Kill! Make clear your ambition with death and your way with blood! "

After listening to song Qingshu's smiling irony.

The monks' eyes were full of blood red, roared and rushed to song Qingshu with their swords.

Their breath was disordered and their feet were weak.

Although the murderous spirit caused by anger is also vigorous, this move is definitely not wise in the eyes of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu never looked back.

He felt the shouts behind him, and a slight smile rose from the corners of his mouth:

"The courage is commendable, but the behavior is too stupid."

"Is it difficult? You all think that your injury can be roared out?"

After saying this, the void behind song Qingshu fluctuated.

With a broken wind that the air was crushed, a hell platform the size of a hill came.

Hit the angry monks like a meteorite.