Chapter 353

"You said I was a soldier before."

"This statement is not appropriate."

"Because I can actually be said to be a soldier."

"During the years of fighting for the black feather evil sect, I realized it very clearly."

"A soldier can fight for himself, so they can abide by the right path they believe in."

"As a soldier, when I stand with a sword, I don't just hold a sword for myself."

"So I can do anything to win."

"Soldiers are also crafty, so they can show it but can't!"

Xia Houli struggled to get up from the muddy ground, his burly body bent slightly, looked at Song Qingshu and said boldly.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"What soldier's trick? Do you just want to bully less with more? "

"Do shameless things, but there are open and aboveboard words on your mouth. Xia Houli, are you so unbearable?"

Listen to the satire of song Qingshu.

The cold look on Xia Hou Li's face still hasn't changed.

He just stood silent and occasionally looked up at the smoke and dust flying noisily on the mountain.

That was the remaining effective force of the black steel army ready to assist the other three.

There are nearly 1000 Jindan friars and nearly 20 Yuanying friars.

Among them, the strongest one has the terrible state of four levels of Yuanying, and even the weakest one has seven levels of golden elixirs.

This force is several times more terrible than the hundreds of practitioners who annihilated song Qingshu.

Originally.

Xia Houli hoped that this terrible practice army could dominate the world and make him invincible in the world.

However, he did not expect that the army had only one enemy for the first time.

So when Xia Houli looked at the noisy sky getting closer and closer, his eyes were full of tangled emotions.

Song Qingshu looked up at the top of the mountain with Xia Houli's eyes and looked at the flying smoke and dust:

"There are 983 Jindan friars and 17 Yuanying strong ones."

"The strongest can see the five threshold of Yuanying, and the weakest can also have the seven entry accomplishments of the golden elixir."

"Xia Houli, is that all your pride and hope?"

"If so, you will be disappointed!"

Song Qingshu used a sweep to scan the strength of the thousands of people in an instant.

Then song Qingshu tilted his head slightly, looked at Xia Hou Li and said with a sneer.

Song Qingshu's smile is very natural, without a trace of reluctance and embarrassment.

But only he himself knows his worries and troubles in the face of this army.

Song Qingshu is very good at fighting.

Since he joined the Tiandi chat group, he has stopped practicing his combat skills all the time.

So it's better to fight with Xia Houli's life and death.

As long as it can solve things with one knife, song Qingshu will not produce two knives and two swords.

Such caution is because there has always been a sense of crisis in Song Qingshu's heart.

Although the strength of song Qingshu is beyond ordinary people's imagination, every time he waves a knife, he will always pay some price.

Even a cold hair is the price of a wisp of thinking.

No matter how small the price is, it will also affect whether you can continue to stand on the Qinglan mountain.

It will also affect whether you can drag the black steel army here.

Win valuable time for Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others.

So the next thousand monks army really disgusted song Qingshu.

But standing in front of Xia Hou Li, he smiled calmly.

Looking at Song Qingshu with a calm smile, Xia Houli smiled bitterly, and his face was full of bitterness.

Then Xia Hou Li's laughter subsided, and without a trace of emotional fluctuation on his face, he said indifferently:

"This army is all the details of the black steel army for countless years."

"Even if you annihilate the other three, the fighting spirit of this army will not be weakened by even one point."

"When Lord moyejia leaves the pass, this army will become his sharpest blade!"

"And you, song Qingshu, you will be the first person to die miserably under this sword."

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Idiots think so!"

"I don't know if I will die, but Xia Houli, you will be the first five strong Yuanying I will kill!"

The shattered bones of song Qingshu's right arm have been repaired.

So song Qingshu, holding the purple blood soft sword, walked towards Xia Hou step by step.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's figure like Shura, frowned and wanted to say something.

But the feeling of boredom from his chest made Xia Hou coughe up with his hand over his mouth.

"Cough... Cough..."

Coughing and coughing, the blood with rich and fishy nose leaked out from Xia Hou Li's fingers.

Song Qingshu stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Are you dying?"

Xia Houli shook his palm and sprinkled the blood on the Bank of the river. The blood was diluted by the river:

"No, you can only die."

Song Qingshu took another step forward:

"If I kill you, I'll kill your thousand troops. Xia Houli, do you have any last words?"

Xia Hou was silent when he heard what he said.

He took a deep breath.

A very cold breath diffused from his body and then gathered under his skin again.

The big river seemed to feel the cold of this breath, so the current of Taotao River slowed down a lot.

Little floating ice floats on the river.

Finally, as several pieces of ice appeared on the river water layer by layer, the river was completely frozen and condensed.

Xia Hou's long black hair left his shabby black robe and fluttered in the cold wind, several of which were very conspicuous.

Then, Xia Houli's cheek collapsed slightly and lost weight rapidly, but the breath revealed from him seemed more powerful.

The wind hissed.

In the hiss, Xia Houli's broken black robes directly shook into pieces and sprayed around like snowflakes.

He showed his strong naked body and stood by the frozen river like a stone mountain.

At this moment, an almost miraculous picture happened.

Xia Houli's endless vitality of heaven and earth seemed to be out of control and rushed directly into Xia Houli's body.

A very fresh breath of life swam in Xia Houli's body, instantly repairing all the injuries on Xia Houli who were injured by song Qingshu.

The originally riddled meridians are restored as good as ever under the action of this fresh breath of life.

The meridians are even thicker than before. With the breath of Xia Houli, they expand and contract slightly, as if they had their own life.

The original white hair floating in the wind turned into a piece of ink at this time.

Song Qingshu frowned at the inexplicable change of Xia Hou Li:

"At the cost of life, gain a moment of powerful strength and forcibly repair the injury."

"Is your secret method called blood breaking method?"

Xia Hou was indifferent, but his doubts could be seen from the tightness on his eyebrows:

"Lost for a long time, how do you know?!"