Chapter 358

Xia Houli frowned with annoyance and looked at Song Qingshu with a trace of disdain:

"You've said that more than once."

"Song Qingshu, I have to admit that you are really strong, but now I can compete with Lord moxie Jia."

"Even if you are strong, what's the use?"

Song Qingshu shrugged, unwilling to explain anything.

Some things are said too much, which is really meaningless.

Therefore, song Qingshu just took a deep breath of the vitality of heaven and earth, and then spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi.

Thunder under your feet.

The thick fog splashed around the body.

A roar.

Song Qingshu splashed several feet of dust and dust, and his figure swam in front of Xia Houli like a ghost.

Song Qingshu's left shoulder still felt a slight pain.

So when song Qingshu ran forward desperately, he gave a painful cry like fighting with the beast.

Song Qingshu turned the endless pain from his left shoulder into unimaginable strength, and forced his right wrist over.

The injured left hand clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife heavily.

Song Qingshu is such a simple action.

Jump, bend, fencing.

These three movements seem magical.

The light purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed to gain some vitality in an instant.

Like a smart snake.

Rolling up along Xia Hou's iron gun, a series of extremely beautiful knife flowers burst out.

After a little fire, song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword suppressed Xia Houli's iron gun.

At this time, the golden elixir twined by the eight golden dragons in the belly of song Qingshu burst into infinite light.

The endless light never shone outside the body of Song Qing's book, so it shone crystal clear on the muscles and veins in Song Qing's book.

A wisp of vitality poured into every part of song Qingshu's body along the crystal clear meridians.

"Kun Yi sleeps the immortal, lock the sky and cut!"

Song Qingshu locked the direction of all the vitality of heaven and earth in his body at this time.

In addition to the strong vitality condensed in the hands.

The vitality of other parts of song Qingshu's body was as dry as the desert.

For a moment.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand seems to be no longer a sword.

It's a big world. Song Qingshu gathered it in his hand and cut it off against Xia Houli.

There is no deliberately fabricated cold wind on this sword.

There is no grand sword posture on this sword.

It is as dense as continuous drizzle and as thick as rock mountains.

All these should have the power on the sword, but nothing can be found on the sword of song Qingshu.

All you can find is a purple blood soft sword with cold light.

Song Qingshu didn't add a little mood of Kun to this sword.

He just attached all his strength to the sword and cut it out.

Xia Houli could not help nodding at such a simple and sharp sword.

He knew that this should be song Qingshu's confidence in cutting himself to death with the next knife.

"The meaning of the sword is as simple as a child waving it blindly!"

"But the sword is too strong."

"Don't say it's the breeze and dew, that is, the three inches in front of me have been cut down and trembled lightly."

"Song Qingshu, are you strong enough?"

"If I don't go all out and make extraordinary moves, I'm afraid it's not surprising that I really die here?"

Xia Houli looked at a few inches of light trembling in front of him, hissed and murmured.

Stop talking.

Xia Hou's eyes were red with blood, and a roar like a beast came out of his mouth:

"Song Qingshu, even if you do your best, the five levels of Yuanying are by no means the existence that you, the golden elixir, can touch!"

Xia Houli's cheers echoed on the cold river, shaking the vitality of song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

Xia Houli fiercely stabbed a gun, and the iron gun suddenly went up a few inches, shaking back the gun that song Qingshu tried his best to cut.

A clang!

There was a spark from the tip of the gun.

Xia Houli's iron gun head was directly cut off by song Qingshu's sword.

The iron gun that used to be like a stick has completely become a bare iron stick.

The iron gun is no longer cold and powerful. Take a rough look.

The iron gun with irregular fracture also makes people feel a little embarrassed and funny.

The purple blood soft sword was shocked back by the iron gun.

No matter how sharp the sword on the purple blood soft sword is, the swinging sword body is still a foot away from Xia Hou.

So.

How can you get Xia Houli?

The purple blood soft sword trembled fiercely in the palm of song Qingshu.

The roughness of the sword handle shattered the cocoon on Song Qingshu's hand

Song Qingshu heard a wave of pain from the tiger's mouth, and blood flowed out of it.

I don't know if the blood in Song Qingshu's palm became a lubricant.

Still fighting, he has lost his strength.

In short, in the cold wind, song Qingshu's figure flew backward.

And the purple blood soft sword in his hand also came out.

Purple blood soft sword drew a beautiful curve in the air and then inserted it at a distance of several feet from Song Qingshu.

The hilt of the sword was dripping with blood, and song Qingshu had rotten meat at the mouth of the tiger.

"Your sword still didn't kill me!"

"Not only that, the sword you have been holding in your hand also leaves you."

"You have no less than twenty broken bones."

"After another cup of tea, the black steel army will surround you."

"Song Qingshu, now, what reason do you have not to die?"

Xia Houli, holding the iron gun with only the body of the gun, walked to song Qingshu and said expressionless.

"Cough... Cough, ha ha."

Song Qingshu supported the ground with his rotten palm and struggled to turn over.

As he turned over, song Qingshu coughed fiercely.

Finally, a mouthful of blood foam flowed out of song Qingshu's mouth.

Looking at the blood all over the ground, song Qingshu laughed happily.

Xia Hou frowned and raised the iron bar to the head of song Qingshu:

"The next stick will blow your head out. How can you laugh?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Xia Hou and said with disdain:

"You said that more than twenty bones were broken in my body, but there were less than ten intact bones in your body?"

"Your blood breaking method has swallowed up your whole body's essence and blood. You can't live today without Xia Hou."

"So you, incredibly still so proud to ask me how not to die, not funny?"

Xia Houli's face was indifferent, without even a trace of emotional fluctuation:

"What about death? It's my honor to die as a soldier. "

Hear this.

Song Qingshu nodded:

"What you said is very good."

"I'm really in the embarrassment of dying."

"But you're wrong about one thing."

Xia Houli smiled coldly:

"What did I say wrong?"

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli and said seriously:

"My sword is not finished yet!"

Then song Qingshu's rotten palm closed together into a hand knife and stabbed Xia Hou fiercely from his abdomen!