Chapter 357

In the dark cave of the river, the river was throbbing and shaking uneasily.

A thin film of newly frozen ice floated above the water.

With a puff, song Qingshu was smashed into the cold lake, splashing with waves.

Xia Houli looked at the hole on the ice of the river and snorted coldly after waiting for a long time:

"Song Qingshu! There's no need to pretend to be dead. If you die so easily, you'll die long ago. How can you wait until this time?! "

"Come out quickly! While I'm at the peak of my life! "

Xia Houli's roar rang through the frozen water, and countless fine lines broke out on the ice.

For a time, the thick ice was crushed into fine ice powder and snowflakes.

Brushing, the cold wind blew the ice powder and snowflakes into the air.

After Xia Houli shouted, the flying snow slowly fell.

The river under the slightly slanting sunlight restored the tranquility of the past, and there was no more thunder like knife and gun impact.

The two figures who risked their lives could not be seen on the river. The sound of the river swaying gently came from the caves in the river, as if it had become colder than before.

Look at the calm river.

Xia Houli suddenly felt cold.

The cold was not because he was naked, and the cold wind kept beating his body.

The reason why the river is frozen.

It was originally frozen by the cold released by the blood breaking method group used by Xia Houli.

Moreover, now he is infinitely close to the strong man of Yuanying Liuzhong. Even if Li Zhan and Tang Xun shot at him at the same time, Xia Houli would not feel any worry.

So the reason why he felt cold was more from the threat of song Qingshu.

A lone wolf hiding in the middle of the night and the dense forest.

Far stronger than a tiger exposed in the sun.

Think of it here.

Xia Houli doesn't think about it anymore.

With a cold wind, Xia Houli did not hesitate and fell into the lake with an iron gun in his hand.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sound on the dead river.

The sound was like an old wooden door being opened slowly, or a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground with a very soft squeak.

With the squeak.

A bulge appeared on the flat river.

Then the squeak turned into a loud crack.

The ice on the river arched from time to time and then fell.

It seems that an invisible giant hand is constantly knocking from the lake below, trying to break through the ice.

A finger of thick ice was shaken up by great force like a wound and rolled onto the nearby ice surface.

The water surface of the river kept rolling, like a tsunami.

The previously quiet river is dozens of feet wide, and suddenly it becomes extremely terrible. Mountains and seas are falling, and there are more than storms!

A dark shadow swept out of the crack in the ice, but fell heavily into the snow.

That's the song Qingshu just hiding in the river!

His white robe was first splashed with blood.

And now it's already wet.

In the cold river water, song Qingshu seems to have met an extremely terrible force.

The power tore at the white clothes he had woven with heavenly silk.

Now the thin white clothes have been torn and can't cover the body.

The clothes were torn off, and the naked body was covered with mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake.

Song Qingshu slammed his right hand on the water, and his body shot up like a feather arrow. In an instant, he was nearly a hundred feet away from the ice surface of the river.

At this time, a loud noise sounded behind song Qingshu.

The little ice floe left on the water surface of the river was lifted directly, and the cold lake overflowed the river bank.

Song Qingshu glanced at the figure of the man behind him, couldn't help but scold with anger in his heart:

"Damn it!"

"Xia Houli, who never wanted to be infinitely close to Yuanying Liuzhong, has been so strong."

"It was too late to set up an array in the water... Xia Houli, you are really strong."

In fact, this battle was unfair to song Qingshu from the beginning.

Because song Qingshu had killed too many people before Xia Hou left.

He was a little numb, and the purple blood soft sword trembled slightly.

But Xia Houli was full of spirit and waited for work with ease.

And on the way.

Xia Houli also figured out something. These things made Xia Houli decide to fight to be right.

So song Qingshu met the most terrible opponent he had ever met.

So in this battle.

In fact, Xia Houli has occupied all the time, the right place and the right people.

He has everything that is good for the battle.

But song Qingshu only has a light and sharp purple blood soft sword and a dark hell platform.

In addition, song Qingshu had nothing.

But in the real battlefield, where is justice?

The powerful figure of Xia Hou, like a monster in the sea, appeared after the figure swept away by song Qingshu.

He falsely stepped on the cold river, swept it for more than a hundred feet, shot it out, and smashed it like lightning on ningwei's back!

Song Qingshu suddenly turned around in the swipe, holding the handle in his right hand and the other end of the back in his left hand.

The whole sword was filled with the artistic conception of the great wasteland Kun. The sword posture stood horizontally in front of him, trying to block Xia Houli's shot.

With a crisp clang, the sword edge of song Qingshu and the tip of Xia Houli's gun splashed light.

A sharp pain came from Song Qingshu's left shoulder. His figure flew away and smashed a towering ancient tree beside the ice of the river.

Boom!

The ancient tree has just touched the shadow of song Qingshu.

With a roar, the towering tree three feet wide was directly crushed into tree debris powder.

The wind blows with little ice, and the tree crumbs dance with the wind.

Song Qingshu retreated with a blow, his face was pale and his mouth vomited blood.

But in contrast, Xia Hou left.

He's not much better.

With the crisp sound, Xia Houli's body was directly embedded in the thick rocks.

Although Xia Hou broke the rock stratum when he turned over, he climbed out of the rock stratum again.

But his blood stains and scattered hair are enough to prove that Xia Hou's power is no longer the same as before.

Song Qingshu stood up from the tree debris with his right hand.

Song Qingshu frowned, because his bones were very painful, very painful.

So his face is very white, very white.

But somehow, there was no shadow of death in his eyes.

It's very bright, very bright.

The life and death battle with the six strong Yuanying, song Qingshu was really hard, but it was also very smooth.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly as he looked at Xia Houli, who was no longer powerful:

"Half a quarter of an hour is coming. Xia Hou is leaving. It seems that you haven't killed me yet?"

Xia Hou Li Leng hum:

"Didn't you say you wanted to kill me in the next confrontation? Why am I still here? "

Listening to Xia Houli's satire, song Qingshu still smiles:

"Who would have thought you were such a pervert?"

"If you hadn't burned your life power again and again."

"You're already dead."

"But it doesn't matter. I'll kill you anyway!"