Chapter 352

The gun wind was wrapped in the torrential water of the river, which rushed to song Qingshu's face, and the water vapor wet song Qingshu's cheeks.

Song Qingshu's cheek was hurt by the sharp gun wind.

His head fell back like green silk, like water and grass in the river.

This is a shot that Xia Houli sacrificed his life and death, and a shot that integrates all his martial arts breath.

But when the iron gun broke through the air, it seemed a little anxious.

Because in addition to the cold gun wind, it also has a sense of chaos.

Although the existence of this disorder will not affect the prestige of the iron gun.

But when the gun came out, it could not be a pure blow.

Therefore, no matter how strong this shot is, its prestige is limited.

But even if the prestige is limited, this gun is also very strong!

Expression is not contradictory.

Paradoxically, the gun itself.

Paradoxically, today's Xiahou leaves.

He wanted to see how strong song Qingshu could be, but he wanted to nail him to the front of the gun in an instant.

So Xia Houli threw this shot.

It is like wind and thunder, but it seems that the heart is unwilling.

"The victory or defeat will be determined in an instant, and then the people who are still alive in the black steel army will be led to rescue other sects."

"But you sympathize with me again. Are you going to see what strength I can have?"

"Xia Houli, if you are willing to surrender, you must be the first general among the emperors!"

Song Qingshu launched a sweep and scanned the gun with the thunder and lightning.

So he understood all the spirit and weakness of the gun, including when throwing it.

Xia Houli's entanglement.

"Song Qingshu! I know you can avoid this shot, but I want to see if you can catch it! "

Xia Hou stood proudly in place.

His right hand was held flat in the air, keeping the action of throwing the iron gun.

No, he doesn't want to put his right hand down.

In fact, all this happened too quickly.

After he threw out the iron gun, he only had time to shout these words to song Qingshu.

Everything else is too late

Before hearing Xia Houli's cry.

The thunder arc at the foot of song Qingshu has begun to flash.

It seems that in the next moment he will turn into thunder and disappear here.

The clouds around him had begun to drift.

It seemed that in the next moment he would travel away as a man in the fog.

yes.

Xia Houli is right.

Although his shot was strong enough to break the mountain and the sea.

Soon, in an instant, you can't guess where it is.

But as long as song Qingshu is willing.

Then the tip of the gun will wipe his hem.

The gun speed can't even keep up with one thousandth of his figure.

A gun that can't stab people, how strong is it?

Song Qingshu understands this very well.

But he didn't want to go at this moment.

"I want to try this gun. I want to try the one shot that Yuanying's five strong men stabbed out and sacrificed their lives."

"I have no reason to go! I didn't block moyejia's palm before, so let me block you now! "

"I want to see how smart I can be!"

Song Qingshu thought so.

The look in his eyes was a piece of hope and longing.

So the thunder arc at his feet disappeared in the air, and he stood on the ground.

So the clouds around him disappeared in the air, and he was no longer ethereal.

Song Qingshu saw that Xia Hou had only one weakness from this gun.

That's the bright head of the gun.

In addition, this shot is perfect, so perfect that song Qingshu can't help but want to catch it.

"Ha!"

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, raised the purple blood soft sword and chopped it down on the stabbing gun head.

Dang!

A sound of gold and iron shock accompanied by the collision of Mars between heaven and earth.

Buzz!

There was also a buzzing sound in the sound of the golden iron storm.

The tiger mouth of song Qingshu was broken by the shaking of purple blood soft sword, and it was dripping with blood.

The iron gun trembled uncontrollably in the air, like a trembling dragon in pain.

so

At such a moment, the confrontation between the two was so strong.

On this dark iron gun, Xia Hou Li's pride and martial arts thought are reposed.

So this iron gun is like a stick.

Just because Xia Houli firmly believes that simplicity is powerful and purity is beauty.

He could hardly wait for the iron gun to become his son.

Therefore, Xia Houli can clearly perceive all the details from the iron gun.

So he saw how powerful song Qingshu's sword was.

As powerful as a mountain, as boundless as a blue sea.

Facing this sword, Xia Houli didn't know whether he could win or not.

"Oh... Ha! Ha! Ha! "

Xia Houli's shot was picked up by song Qingshu, and he couldn't stand proudly.

With the shock from the iron gun.

Xia Houli directly knelt on the ground with weak legs and pale face.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and breathed in the fresh air.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli kneeling on the ground and wanted to cut off his head with a sword.

But after Xia Hou left the gun.

Song Qingshu could feel that his whole hand bone was broken into powder.

So he couldn't lift the purple blood soft sword at this time.

Song Qingshu had to use the healing method in the emperor's chat group to heal his wounds while delaying his time with words:

"What's the feeling of being broken by a shot that was stabbed at the expense of life and death?"

"Feel good? Or do you feel very sorry? "

Xia Houli struggled to get up.

But after climbing up several times, he would fall down again with his legs soft.

After several attempts, Xia Houli simply sat on the ground:

"I don't feel good, let alone sorry."

"I just don't think it's fair."

Song Qingshu's injury still exists.

The broken hand bone has not been completely repaired, so he wants to delay further:

"Why is it unfair?"

Xia Hou left the road:

"I'm Yuanying Wuzhong. I don't know how many years I've worked hard and how many scenery I've seen."

"You are only eight golden elixirs. The road of cultivation can be said to have just started."

"But you are stronger than me! You say? Is that fair? "

At last, Xia Houli raised his fist and beat the earth like an angry child.

The land where he sat on the ground suddenly heard a roar, and the dust was flying into the blue sky.

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Hou Li, who had lost his temper because of anger, and smiled:

"No enemy is no enemy."

"Xia Houli, you are a real soldier. I will arrange everything for the black steel army."

"Those who fall will stay, those who do not fall will disperse, and those who do not disperse will be killed."

"So you can die at ease."

Song Qingshu said that his hand bone had been completely repaired.

So he came forward with a smile, but looked at the still smiling Xia Hou from afar.

Song Qingshu was puzzled and worried:

"What are you laughing at?"

Xia Houli smiled:

"This mountain is changed into Qinglan mountain. At this time, there are a group of people on the mountain."

"A group of people, who are coming to kill you!"