Chapter 349

Song Qingshu's people soon became a remnant in Xia Houli's eyes.

But because song Qingshu's sword was half a foot in front of him.

So his sword is faster than his people.

The speed of the remnant shadow was half a Zhang faster, and it became a bright light.

Song Qingshu doesn't look at the summer Marquis with calm eyes at this time.

Because he ran so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Because he couldn't see the enemy clearly, song Qingshu didn't read it at all.

He just rushed straight, then tilted, then crossed, and finally cut.

These four moves are the essence of the basic sword power to destroy the enemy.

But even if the essence is refined and perfected by song Qingshu, it is really not powerful.

Song Qingshu didn't expect Xia Houli to see how profound and difficult the sword in his hand was.

He knew that Xia Houli could understand his sword.

But still.

But he really wanted to know how Xia hou would answer.

If you want to take your sword.

Like Xia Houli, if you hold one hand in the air and the other hand behind you, you can't catch it.

So.

It's not difficult to see through this sword. The difficulty is to catch it.

Once it is received, it will break the trend. Once it is broken, there will be flaws.

The duel between experts, even if it is a fleeting flaw, is also fatal.

Song Qingshu thought like this and roared with all his strength.

His veins burst in his hand just to send his sword forward more fiercely.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's sword and looked very dignified for the first time.

He saw all the sword meanings of song Qingshu's sword.

It also saw all the weaknesses in Song Qingshu's sword.

But he didn't choose to bully.

I didn't choose to face the linglie sword of song Qingshu.

He didn't fight back with an iron fist as he thought before.

He just stood there, his face as cold as snow and his eyes as cold as ice.

He can avoid the sword without effort.

But his martial arts heart did not allow it.

"Here comes the gun!"

Just when the killing intention of the purple blood soft sword blade was only an inch away from his neck.

Xia Houli still moved.

With a loud roar, the vitality in the air suddenly fluttered.

And the murderous spirit of the sword blade was blocked because of the vitality dancing in the air.

For a moment, the Buddha's words were instantaneous.

A stick shaped black shadow broke through the clouds and flew to one foot behind song Qingshu in a moment, faster than the lightning song Qingshu had seen.

Song Qingshu can choose to continue to wave his sword forward.

But the stick shaped object will directly penetrate his chest and heart.

Then song Qingshu's sword will cross Xia Hou Li's neck and bring out a touch of bright red.

Xia Hou was cold in the depths of his eyes, with a smile on his mouth.

"If you choose to change your life, you will die, and I won't!"

"On the gun, I have lost the most overbearing breath of heaven and earth."

"Don't say you have a hole in your body. Even if there is only a small wound, your body will be stiff!"

"At that time, I will crush your neck and throw you into the river."

"Song Qingshu, come on!"

Song Qingshu is naturally not afraid of death.

Don't mention hard carrying. Even if he is directly pierced by the stick, he is confident that he can live.

The body bones of an ordinary eight fold monk of golden elixir are naturally as tough as fine iron.

Moreover, the golden elixir of song Qingshu is the legendary colorful golden elixir.

If a single round of physical strength, song Qingshu is confident to compete with the five strong Yuanying.

But it's in this room.

Song Qingshu felt a little uneasy, so he launched a sweep, and in an instant he had an insight into the abacus played by Xia Houli.

"If you carry it hard, you will get hurt, you will show weakness, and you will die."

"Will I die the moment I show weakness?"

"Xia Houli, it seems that you are not only a peerless master of Yuanying Wuzhong, but also a scheming bastard."

At this point.

Song Qingshu gave a slight sneer.

Then he stepped heavily on a stone protruding from the ground with his right foot and forcibly twisted his body in the air.

Facing the direction of the gun, his arms were filled with the strong vitality of Kun's artistic conception.

Then song Qingshu angrily danced the light and sharp purple blood soft sword in front of him into a dense knife flower.

There was a loud explosion in the air where the knife flowers swept.

"Cui LAN is determined by the chaos of the sea!"

The blade trembled slightly, and a choppy sword appeared in the airtight flower.

Like a screen made of sea, it is isolated between Song Qingshu and the gun.

A loud bang.

The iron gun from the mountain breaking clouds was extremely powerful and unreasonable. It stabbed into the knife flower in front of him.

Although, the iron gun has been weakened by the sea like sword force in the Cui LAN chaotic sea decision of song Qingshu.

The moment when the tip of the iron gun hits the knife flower.

Except for a loud noise and sparks.

There was also a huge force swimming out of the iron gun like a python.

Song Qingshu felt an irresistible great power and spread it to himself along the purple blood soft sword.

Song Qingshu's body was still in the air. He was hit hard, and he was immediately frustrated.

Then he accelerated his fall and slammed into the river several feet away from Xiahou, stirring up a turbid wave.

With his right hand on the ground, song Qingshu jumped up from the waves like a dragon.

In a flash, song Qingshu stood on the ground again.

"Hoo! Very good gun. "

Song Qingshu's hand trembled slightly and vomited a mouthful of turbid Qi.

Then song Qingshu looked at the iron gun inserted at Xia Hou Li's feet and said with a smile.

Xia Houli looked at him and his eyes narrowed gradually:

"This gun reposes all my martial arts yearning."

"That shot just now was a energetic shot that I had been ready to take for a long time."

"Such a shot, of course, is very good. Such a shot, you're not dead. It's really unreasonable."

The iron gun was very long and fell on the wet river bank. The head of the gun had gone in for a few minutes, but it was much higher than Xia Hou's tall body.

The body of the gun is dark and dull, straight without any bending.

There is no carving on the gun surface, which is extremely smooth.

Song Qingshu examined it for a long time and found that the only difference between the gun and the stick is that it has a sharp head and shines brightly.

"Simplicity is powerful."

"It seems that everyone knows this truth in the strong world?"

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, looked at Xia Houli with a heavy face and smiled.

Xia Houli nodded, then stretched out his right hand and pulled out the gun. The bright head of the gun pointed directly at Song Qingshu:

"Everyone knows this truth, but whoever can do it is not necessarily."

"Song Qingshu, let me teach you a lesson now. What is really simple and what is really powerful!"

"Maybe it's the last lesson in your life. You should cherish it."

Song Qingshu smiled and shouted:

"Come on!"