Chapter 354

Song Qingshu chatted with the great emperors for so long.

Even if he didn't learn much about the legendary skills, he also studied many skills.

When song Qingshu looked at Xia Hou Li's black hair, he had guessed that this was a secret technique to forcibly enhance his life power.

In addition, song Qingshu still has such a plug-in.

It is easy for song Qingshu to analyze that Xia Houli forcibly improves his strength by burning his life.

"If you refine the blood breaking method to great success, you can directly increase your strength several times in an instant at the cost of life."

"It's just that this secret method requires a very high level of self-cultivation, and it does great damage."

"Xia Houli, in order to kill me alone, you are likely to lose your life of no less than 50 years."

"Cultivation fell from the five fold of Yuanying to the four fold of Yuanying. Is it worth it?"

After reading Xia Houli's blood breaking method, song Qingshu shook his head, joked and said with a smile.

Xia Hou Li brushed his hair with his hand and felt the tenacity and indifference from it:

"Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties. White heads are not allowed in the world."

"Song Qingshu, if I can kill you here, even if I have a white head all my life?"

"If you can lie down on the spot, even if you change your life for another life, it will be profitable for me."

When Xia Houli said these words, the look in his eyes was extremely rigorous and serious.

This shows that in Xia Hou Li's eyes, he has long regarded song Qingshu as his mortal enemy.

And it's the kind of deadly enemy who can trade life for life.

This alone is enough for song Qingshu to be proud for a long time.

Unfortunately.

Although in the eyes of song Qingshu, Xia Houli is also an owl.

But he is a man who will reach the top of the world sooner or later.

Little Yuanying Wuzhong, how can he change his life with him?

So song Qingshu smiled:

"In your eyes, you may have made money."

"But I've lost a lot here."

"Xia Houli, we can only have one way to fight."

"That is you die, I live!"

Xia Hou frowned:

"Why?"

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders, smiled in the most natural tone and said the most overbearing words:

"Because I can't die, you can only die."

Xia Houli was indifferent and speechless. He looked up slightly in the cold wind and frowned at the noise at the top of the peak:

"Within a quarter of an hour, those who killed you will come, but I have changed my mind now."

"Half a quarter of an hour, I'll kill you here on the spot."

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword across his chest and joked with a smile:

"Why don't you be a soldier now?"

"You can hold on for half an hour and wait for a thousand monks to surround me."

"There's no need to risk being killed by me..."

Don't wait for song Qingshu to finish his words.

When Xia Hou left his body, the vitality of heaven and earth became colder. He looked at Song Qingshu coldly:

"Risking being killed by you?"

"... good, good."

"I had the impulse to be a soldier before, but now, for your words, even a soldier for half an hour, I will do it!"

Song Qingshu disagreed and still chuckled:

"Why?"

Xia Hou left with a loud cry:

"Because I'm going to kill you myself! Sprinkle your blood on your way to martial arts! "

Previously, Xia Houli had to kill song Qingshu.

Now his attitude has become to kill song Qingshu.

First, we have to.

This is a kind of helpless and forced suffering.

First, I really want to.

This is a kind of expectation and desire.

Song Qingshu did not know why Xia Houli had such an emotional change.

All he knows is that the current summer is leaving, which is a little different from the beginning.

"Here comes the gun!"

Xia Hou stretched out his hand and roared at a place behind song Qingshu.

With a sound, a stick like object trembled slightly behind song Qingshu.

Then there was a buzzing sound.

The dark iron gun, which had just been cut off by song Qingshu's sword, trembled violently in the rock.

Then the dark iron gun broke away from the stone and flew to song Qingshu.

The dark iron spear pierced the cold wind of the river and the ice flowers condensed in the air.

Piercing the slightest cold wind, with a sharp whistling sound, he stabbed song Qingshu's head like lightning.

The sharp whistling is the sound of breaking the wind and the end flow sound in front of the sharp gun tip.

The sharper the sound, the faster the speed. Just listen to the sound from the iron gun.

Song Qingshu knew that although the speed of this iron gun was not as fast as his sword, it was terrible.

This moment of life and death.

Song Qingshu stepped his left foot into the heavy earth and rock under him.

Then the whole man turned back like a windmill. The speed was so fast that it was difficult for Xia hou to observe carefully.

Then song Qingshu lifted up the purple blood soft sword that rubbed with the air to emit red light.

The sword edge trembled in the strong wind.

Extremely high temperature comes from the sword body.

"When the great wilderness is over the mountain, it will be cut off!"

In the face of Xia Hou, it was an empty and simple shot.

What song Qingshu can think of is the same simple and incomparable, but it is his most powerful blow.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword obliquely, held the handle with both hands, and the green veins on his hands burst.

He seems to have lifted a lofty mountain.

Then he looked at the iron gun trembling gently in the air and cut down the sword.

When cutting down, song Qingshu roared.

It seems that he smashed the nonexistent mountain into the iron gun.

A clang!

A spark shone from the blade and the tip of the gun.

Song Qingshu's arms twitched with pain.

The iron gun, which is harder than refined steel, also bends an incredible arc.

Xia Houli vomited a mouthful of blood, and his majestic breath suddenly gave a meal.

Immediately, the faint breath in Xia Hou's hand became thicker.

The iron gun that should have flown away gave a light sound, and then Xia Houli held it in his hand.

A duel between experts.

It's only for a moment, but it always gives people the illusion of an unusually long time.

In fact, it's only two minutes since Xia Hou left what he said.

Song Qingshu and Xia Houli have gone through a test of life and death.

Song Qingshu raised his trembling arm and laboriously wiped away the black hair covering his eyes.

"I always think we've been fighting for a long time?"

Song Qingshu thought about several battles left by a summer Marquis and spoke indifferently.

Xia Houli spits out a mouthful of blood foam and takes a deep breath to adjust the state of the body to the best:

"It's only time when a incense stick can't reach."

"But it doesn't matter if you think it's too long."

"Because you will never live to the next quarter."

"Song Qingshu, my blood breaking method still has half a quarter of an hour, half a quarter of an hour to decide life and death?"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"It won't take half an hour."

"Next time we fight, I'll kill you."