Chapter 347

"How's it going?"

Xia Hou left his back and stood in front of the portal of the black steel army. He asked the messenger seriously.

"The current situation... According to the information we have now..."

The herald knelt in front of Xia Hou Li and murmured vaguely in his mouth.

"Bastard! What the hell is going on now? Is it Tang Xun or Li Zhan? "

"Even if it's really the two of them, didn't I let Murong go months ago?"

"Plus the countless elite of the black steel army, even if they really come, the problem should not be solved."

Xia Houli listened to the herald's report and shouted angrily.

The herald was directly shocked by the vitality of heaven and Earth spread by Xia Houli, and vomited blood.

Xia Hou is not a tyrannical person on weekdays.

However, the events of the black feather evil sect made Xia Hou li really bored to the extreme.

The herald wiped away the blood from his mouth with difficulty and dared not hide the facts again:

"Today's situation is extremely dangerous. The black steel army has invested nearly 500 people."

"There are eight strong Yuanying, and the rest are at least eight strong Jindan."

"But there are fewer than 100 people alive..."

When the herald finished, he quickly lowered his head and prepared Xia Houli to kill himself with anger.

Xia Houli's face suddenly changed after hearing the report.

With Xia Houli as the center of the circle, the vitality of heaven and earth within a few miles began to stir.

The color of the sky became very heavy, and there was a dull thunder in the depths of thick clouds.

However, Xia Houli was not so angry that he lost his mind.

He took several deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm his breath:

"What about the vice mountain master?"

"The vice mountain master is good at bowing, and the river is always filled with fog. Is he still alive? "

The herald swallowed his saliva:

"Murong mountain master... Is dead."

Murong moon is the best friend of Xia Hou Li.

Hearing the news of the death of his old friend, Xia Hou couldn't help buzzing in his brain. His brain was a little blank:

"Oh, dead? In whose hands did you die? "

The herald lowered his head a little more, and his voice was subtle:

"Those who break the mountain, song Qingshu!"

Hear this.

Xia Houli had a look of pain in his eyes.

Then he left the door of the black steel army.

Although the Tianyu gate, Heisha Pavilion and Heiyu evil sect behind the door all need his help.

But at this time, Xia Houli had something to do.

That's killing the mountain runner!

There are two sides.

When Xia Hou left for the place where song Qingshu was located.

Song Qingshu is still slaughtering.

With the continuous improvement of hell platform level.

Today's hell platform has an unimaginable weight.

Although its size in the air is just a hill like existence.

But when the hell platform smashed the friars who rushed with swords.

The river water on the surface of the river was pressed out of an open space directly by the oncoming air.

"Help!"

"Ah ah! I don't want to die. "

"Song Qingshu, you will die. Lord Xia Houli will never let you go."

In addition, most of those friars are Jindan jiuzhong, in front of the powerful hell platform.

They could do nothing but scream a few times.

Boom!

With an extremely dull roar.

Hundreds of monks who were originally murderous turned directly into a pile of blood mud.

"Ding, hell platform collects one of the eight golden elixir undead and obtains 8547 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collects one of the eight golden elixir undead and obtains a recovery experience point of 7957."

"Ding, hell platform collects one of the nine golden elixir undead and obtains 9327 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collects one dead soul of a heavy yuan baby and obtains 10547 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collects one of the nine heavy golden elixir undead and obtains recovery experience point 9545."

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"Ding, hell platform collects one of the two yuan infant undead and obtains 11052 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform wakes up, the level is improved, and the level 14 strength is successfully opened!"

Listening to the reminder of hell platform, song Qingshu couldn't help but arouse a smile.

"Well, although the death is a little miserable, it can be regarded as waste utilization?"

Song Qingshu looked at the rotten meat floating in the river and said with a smile.

Then song Qingshu weighed the weight uploaded from hell platform and muttered:

"Today's hell platform is more than twice as heavy as before!"

"If you add the gravity ring, maybe you can really give the guy moyejia a pot."

Thinking that moxie Jia was about to eat his hand, song Qingshu couldn't help smiling with satisfaction.

Then song Qingshu turned directly.

Raise your feet and leave the already bright red river.

a step.

Two steps.

Song Qingshu has just taken two steps.

The left foot he had just raised was put back in place.

It's not because he doesn't want to give up this turbulent river.

Nor is it because song Qingshu had a fear of the enemies ahead.

Just because song Qingshu suddenly felt a slight tremor in the avenue of heaven and earth.

Out of a keen insight into the avenue of heaven and earth.

So song Qingshu stopped himself directly.

He looked back at the river.

The river was still fast, and the clouds dispersed without trace.

There was no hot sun in the sky, only light, illuminating the still bright red river and the middle-aged man standing on the Bank of the river.

The middle-aged man was dressed in black.

Black clothes trembled slowly under the breeze by the river.

The light from the sky passed through the clouds, and the mottled light hit the middle-aged man's face.

Let the middle-aged man's cold and killing in the depths of his eyes be more eye-catching.

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind him.

A rare dignified expression appeared on Song Qing's written face:

"Where did your excellency come from?"

Middle aged men are indifferent:

"Nature came."

Song Qingshu smiles:

"I didn't realize it until I came behind me. Your excellency is very strong. Dare you ask your name?"

The middle-aged man looked at Song Qingshu with no fear in his eyes and nodded:

"Xia Hou."

Song Qing's calligraphy and sword eyebrows are slightly raised:

"Black steel army mountain master? Xia Houli? "

Xia Hou was speechless. He just turned around and looked at the river red with blood.

Song Qingshu had a very light smile on his face and was quite relaxed.

But song Qingshu's right hand held the purple blood soft sword tightly.

The hell platform above it is also suspended.

They were silent and looked at the river in front of them.

long time.

Xia Houli's slightly exclamatory voice just sounded in Song Qingshu's ear:

"Whether the black steel army is destroyed or not."

"After today's war, I'm afraid it's not even an ordinary first-class sect."

"Song Qingshu, you said, how do you want to die?"