Chapter 348

How do you want to die?

Song Qingshu was stunned when he heard what Xia Houli said to himself.

Because he really hasn't heard anyone say this to him for a long time.

Therefore, song Qingshu was stunned for a while and asked suspiciously:

"How do I want to die?"

"Mountain master, are you sure I heard you correctly?"

Xia Houli put his hand behind his back and stood proudly:

"Yes, this is a gift I give you. Let you choose your own way of death."

When song Qingshu heard this, the smile on his face was still light, but some chill came quietly in his eyes:

"I don't know what death methods the mountain Lord has prepared for me?"

When Xia Hou Li saw song Qingshu, he looked calm and hissed:

"Slap dead."

"Stabbed to death with a sword."

"Kick to death."

"These methods of death are too new."

"Song Qingshu, I have prepared a death method for you."

"I think you might like this?"

Song Qingshu smiled playfully:

"Just a dead end for me?"

Xia Houli said:

"Yes, it's just a dead end."

Song Qingshu laughed up to the sky, and then brushed the purple blood soft sword out of his back:

"I want to see where you are so bold!"

When song Qingshu looked at Xia Hou Li, his deep eyes like Obsidian slowly turned brown like loess.

An atmosphere of Avenue just like the earth lingered around Song Qingshu.

Today's song Qingshu has no need to deliberately arouse the vitality between heaven and earth.

The avenue breath of Kun's artistic conception can already float or disappear with his mind.

If he is willing, his eyes can always be brown as earth, and there is the power of heaven and earth.

But song Qingshu wanted to take the artistic conception of Kun as his own killing move.

So when song Qingshu went up the mountain, he never let the clouds around him linger.

Therefore, during the bloody battle in Song Qingshu, Kun's intention to trap immortals was never fully displayed.

If you use the first two.

Then the cloud and smoke array at the foot of the mountain can't stop him.

Then the hundreds of monks on the other side can't hurt him at all.

He can float freely in white, like a banished fairy.

Instead of now, the blood clothes are heavy and cruel, such as Shura.

If song Qingshu hadn't wanted to temper himself in the first World War.

I'm afraid song Qingshu had already killed Xia Hou before he left. Where would he wait for Xia hou to take the initiative to kill him?

Xia Houli felt something strange in the vitality of heaven and earth. He couldn't help frowning and turned to look at Song Qingshu:

"Song Qingshu, you are a monk with eight golden elixirs. You haven't seen the threshold of Yuanying Avenue yet."

"Even if you are an immortal genius, with the eight cultivation of golden elixir, even if you can really feel the vitality of heaven and earth."

"Then a little bit and a half will reach the limit, but the vitality of heaven and earth you can mobilize now is not under me?"

The strength of song Qingshu threatened Xia Houli.

But around is so, Xia Houli's turbid eyes only pay attention to it, not fear.

This is also a good indication from a certain aspect.

Xia Houli has absolute confidence in his strength.

Xia Hou Li stretched out his hand and sent out a very light breath towards the sky.

Waiting for something.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu with cold eyes:

"Yuanying Wuzhong is the most severe threshold for practitioners in this world."

"Therefore, there are six Yuan Ying and four strong men in the command of the black steel army, among which there are many geniuses in the mouth of the world."

"But among so many people, only I am Yuanying Wuzhong."

"So I became the mountain master of the black steel army, invincible in the world, standing side by side with Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others!"

"If it weren't for bad luck, where would it be reduced to the affiliated sect of chengheiyu evil sect?"

Song Qingshu sneered, and the purple blood soft sword pointed to the bloody river behind Xia Hou Li:

"After today's war, your pride has been lost."

"So you want to kill me, don't you?"

"If you kill you, just try it. As long as you shovel you again, heigang mountain will be completely removed from the world!"

The moment he said this.

There are some misty clouds around Song Qingshu, and his figure is a little hazy.

There was a slight arc under his feet, and he seemed to be standing in the midst of thunder clouds.

Song Qingshu is ready to break free from the shackles of space.

Ready to fight back sharply when Xia Houli's angry hand.

But song Qingshu never thought of it.

After he stimulated Xia hou to leave.

Xia Houli didn't move except that his face was more gloomy.

Song Qingshu was puzzled. He didn't think the Xia Hou in front of him was so broad.

When things go wrong, there will be demons.

Therefore, song Qingshu's eyes at the moment become more brown and yellow as earth, and he is acutely aware of the vitality of heaven and earth.

When song Qingshu devoted all his mind to the feeling of the vitality of heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Houli more dignified.

Xiahou stood in place, his right hand slightly raised, his left hand behind, silent like a grass man in the rice field.

But he didn't do nothing.

In Xia Hou Li's right hand, it exudes a very weak vitality of heaven and earth.

Although this breath is very light.

But in the breeze, this breath was mixed into a rope, floating with the wind for tens of miles and falling on the top of the mountain.

Outside the transmission door of the black steel Army stood a dark iron gun.

Before Xia Houli came to the river, he had deeply inserted the iron gun into the stone ground.

At that time, there were several stone cracks beside the iron gun.

At this time, the iron gun was guided by the breath of Xia Houli.

So it slowly became restless from the beginning, and the iron gun kept shaking.

The stone cracks on the ground suddenly deepened and widened, spreading around, looking like a cobweb.

In the slightly broken sound, the stone ground under the iron gun burst and the gravel splashed everywhere.

The dark iron gun struggled out of the ground, roared up and flew towards Yanming Lake.

There was a hurricane on the mountain!

"I thought I could kill you with my fist alone."

"But it seems that you have a very good sword, so I changed my mind."

Xia Houli felt the iron gun coming at lightning speed, raised a smile on his indifferent mouth, looked at Song Qingshu and said.

Song Qingshu knows what Xia Houli is calling.

But he didn't know that a dark iron gun was coming through the clouds a few miles away.

Song Qingshu couldn't understand how Xia hou would leave.

So song Qingshu doesn't want to think about it anymore.

More unwilling to give Xia Houli any chance.

The river waves against the bank.

A muddy flower splashed and then fell.

The moment the waves fall into the river, Song Qing's book moves.

Boom!

Due to the high-speed movement of song Qingshu, even the space was trembling.

The symbiosis of cloud and thunder arc and the body of Song Qing's book.

The purple blood soft sword blade produced a flash of sparks due to high-speed friction in the air.

"Destroy the enemy!"

Song Qingshu gave a loud cry and fiercely waved his sword to cut off Xia Hou Li's neck.