Chapter 351

"You have lost your previous power."

"Your gun has trembled, indicating that your palm is not as powerful as before."

"Your breath has trembled slightly, which means you can't shoot as well as you did at the beginning."

"Xia Houli, you said you would teach me a lesson, and it was the last lesson in my life."

"But now, you lecturer seems to be dying!"

Song Qingshu holds a purple blood soft sword.

He stood a few feet away from Xia Hou.

Song Qingshu's mouth was a little red, smiled and said to Xia Hou.

A little sweetness came from his throat, but he didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

So it seems that the situation of song Qingshu is much better than that of Xia Houli.

Xia Houli listened to the satire of song Qingshu and was so angry that he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Then song Qingshu raised the iron gun and shouted at Song Qingshu with blood in his mouth:

"I can't get that shot?"

"Song Qingshu, I can stab countless guns, but how many times can you block it?"

"As long as I have a gun that can pierce you, you will be directly pierced by my gun in an instant!"

Song Qingshu laughed.

Then song Qingshu walked away from Xia Hou.

First he walked slowly, as quiet and elegant as a walk.

Then he walked quickly and seemed to be going to an old friend's appointment.

Then song Qingshu trotted away, avoiding a cloud and spring rain.

Finally, song Qingshu is running, like a roaring iron general on the battlefield.

Xia Houli roared and stabbed song Qingshu with his gun again.

Dang!

The blade of the iron gun shines brightly.

After a very clear loud noise, Xia Houli and song Qingshu flew behind like a wounded bird.

A man fell into the river and splashed several feet of muddy waves.

A man bumped into a boulder on the Bank of the river, and there was a clash of dental acid.

Every collision between iron gun and purple blood soft sword is so simple and powerful.

The duel between the tip of the gun and the edge of the sword seems simple and boring, but it actually hides the meaning of opening mountains and splitting lakes.

The dark iron gun trembled at a very high frequency in Xia Houli's hand and couldn't calm down for a long time.

The barrel of the gun made a desperate and chilling low sound.

Song Qingshu stood up and patted the dust on his body. The smile on his face is now dignified.

Xia Hou left and stood up, but he felt that his wrist seemed to be broken

So Xia Hou Li's face was as white as paper, so he had to stand up from the water with an iron sword in his hand.

After these clashes.

Both of them have to admit that they really despised their opponents at first.

Song Qingshu thought he could win over Yuan Ying. The five strong ones were like blowing ash.

But he never thought that Xia Hou was so tenacious that he fell down several times and stood up again.

If song Qingshu's thoughts are troublesome.

Then Xia Houli's thoughts can be despair.

You know.

As early as two years ago, he was the top five of Yuanying, and his combat effectiveness was more than twice that of the top four of Yuanying.

Yuan Ying's four strong monks are more than 100 times stronger than Jindan's nine strong monks.

But now Song Qingshu doesn't even have nine golden elixirs.

He only fought with himself by crossing the gap of cultivation like a natural moat with the eight fold low cultivation of the golden elixir.

Moreover, in several exchanges, song Qingshu has not fallen into a disadvantage.

A summer departure can also be explained as a miss.

But again and again.

Then Xia Houli had to admit sadly:

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong..."

Song Qingshu didn't know how Xia Houli evaluated himself.

He simply held up the purple blood soft sword in his hand and said indifferently like snow:

"I thought I could easily stab you to death."

"I never thought you were so strong. It seems that Li Zhan and Tang Xun and I are right."

"Heigang army is the strongest among the affiliated sects of Heiyu evil sect. It really makes sense."

Xia Houli smiles bitterly:

"If the black steel army goes out independently."

"Relying on the black steel army alone, we can compete with the two gates of Tangmen Valley and Fengjian mountain villa!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know how terrible the black steel army is?"

Just when Xia Houli wanted to boast about another wave of black steel army.

Song Qingshu directly waved his hand and interrupted his words:

"After the first World War, the black steel army was far inferior to Tangmen Valley and Fengjian villa."

"When you die, the black steel army will be annexed."

"Your mountain will also belong to me. I don't know the name of the mountain?"

When Xia Hou left, he looked as gloomy as water and his breath was as disorderly as the wind.

Then he spit a bloody spit toward the river beside him, and didn't answer again.

There was another silence between the two.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the river beating the bank.

I don't know why.

Although Xia Houli and song Qingshu both raised their swords and pointed their guns at their opponents.

But they never meant to do it.

They just stood and looked at their opponents calmly and coldly.

There are two explanations for this situation.

One is that they cherish each other and don't want to win so quickly.

One is that the two are too seriously injured to decide the outcome so quickly.

This decisive battle with Xia Houli is song Qingshu's first decisive battle with Yuanying's five strong men.

Although song Qingshu has begun to lose some strength.

However, song Qingshu was very happy in this battle.

So the silence at this time, song Qingshu has a smile in his indifference.

They stood silent for a long time.

long time.

Song Qingshu broke today's silence by saying:

"It's been half a day since I went up the mountain."

"If everything is logical, then Tianyu gate, Heisha Pavilion, including Heiyu evil sect, have all been destroyed."

"Mountain Lord, why don't you come back?"

Xia Houli took a deep breath and suppressed his vigorous anger:

"The black steel army has a dead general."

"There are dead soldiers."

"I'm dead."

"But there is no dead soul in the black steel army! So song Qingshu, go to hell! "

Xia Houli adjusted his physical condition to the most perfect level with the help of the nonsense time just that moment.

So he roared, and the iron gun originally held in his hand broke away like black lightning.

When he roared, the blood on his mouth stained the iron gun, and then the blood and the iron gun together.

He rushed at Song Qingshu like lightning.

The lightning is heavy because it is iron.

The lightning was fishy because it was bleeding.

Song Qingshu suffered a lot of internal injuries.

So when he faced another energetic blow from Xia Houli, even he felt very difficult.

The iron gun broke through the air and came to song Qingshu in an instant. He stabbed song Qingshu with the cold wind and smelly blood.

Due to the fierce friction with the air, the dark iron gun was shining brightly, which was particularly terrible.