Chapter 359

Now Xia Houli has been seriously injured, and his strength is far less than 23 / 10 when he fought with song Qingshu.

Song Qing's strength has been greatly weakened by this war.

But after all, they are two men who can reach the top in this world.

Even if the goshawk is seriously injured, it can cry and fly wildly in the clear sky.

Even if both of them have been seriously injured, their battle is enough to shock the world.

Watching song Qingshu stab himself with a meat palm.

Xia Houli roared, his knees bent slightly, his face was pale, and the soil under his feet was trampled in for a few minutes:

"Die!"

Xia Houli knew that song Qingshu was not simple.

Therefore, although he extremely despised song Qingshu strategically and scolded him as a waste, it was not as good as his existence.

But tactically, Xia Houli never dared to relax his vigilance against song Qingshu, even for a moment.

Looking at Song Qingshu, he stabbed himself directly with his palm as the blade.

Xia Houli immediately used his whole body's strength and the vitality of heaven and earth, and pulled his iron gun at Song Qingshu's head.

As long as Xia Houli's iron rod touched song Qingshu's head for a moment.

There is no doubt that song Qingshu's head will be directly blasted.

But just then.

Xia Houli uttered an extremely bleak roar, and the power of the iron bar immediately dissipated in the air and tilted to the left of song Qingshu's head.

Xia Houli roared and jumped away behind him.

His lower abdomen spewed out a spray of blood, which scattered everywhere in the cold wind.

When the blood flowers fell on the ground, it was as beautiful as small red flowers on the ground.

Xia Hou faltered and retreated suddenly in the cold wind. In a moment, he retreated nearly two hundred feet.

So a row of little red flowers grew on the ground two hundred feet away.

The ejected blood dragged a long blood line on the cold road.

At the previous moment.

Song Qingshu's tattered palm suddenly became particularly unreasonable.

At that time, the wind from Xia Houli's iron rod had hit song Qingshu's face.

There was no annoying purple blood soft sword between the iron stick and song Qingshu's head.

So Xia Hou Li Zheng wanted to smash the head of song Qingshu with a stick.

But just then.

Song Qingshu's palm has been pulled out of Xia Hou's abdomen.

Xia Houli's iron stick is still in that position.

There was no movement at all, as if the iron bar had been frozen by the cold wind.

Song Qingshu took out his palm and returned to the position just now.

There is a big hole in the belly. The cold wind blows into the hole, which has an indescribable chill.

At this point, Xia Houli just reacted.

So Xia Hou deviated from the track he should have.

Then he retreated quickly, hundreds of feet away.

Lightning can no longer describe the swiftness of song Qingshu's palm.

It was a sense of momentum beyond speed.

From the beginning to the end of song Qingshu, the whole process is so ordinary.

But it is so natural.

How Xia Houli recalled, he couldn't see the moment when song Qingshu's palm was inserted into his body.

It seems that the palm of song Qingshu has actually been growing between Xia Houli's belly.

It's just coming out of his belly.

By the big river.

Xia Houli stepped on the ice floe, covered his bleeding abdomen with his hands, looked pale and unbelievable, and asked:

"What knife is this!"

Xia Houli didn't ask what palm it was, let alone what move it was.

He asked directly what knife it was.

Because only a knife can make such a powerful attack in the world.

Only when the intention of Dao and sword is condensed to the extreme can we cut such an invincible sword.

Song Qingshu listened to Xia Houli's roar and scream and smiled:

"My hand knife."

Xia Hou frowned when he was lying away:

"When did you learn such a powerful sword idea?"

"If you had learned such a sword long ago, you could have stabbed me under the sword. Why bother?"

"Song Qingshu, how strong are you?"

Song Qingshu shrugged:

"Just learned, I realized it when you picked up the purple blood soft sword."

Xia Houli coughed up a mouthful of blood, his legs softened, knelt on the ice floe, and the blood in his abdomen came out.

Rao is so, Xia Houli still looks up with all his strength:

"What did you realize?"

Hearing this, song Qingshu looked at the purple blood soft sword inserted in the distance.

Thinking about his helplessness and helplessness when he just got rid of the purple blood soft sword.

And the Enlightenment of Kun's artistic conception in that moment.

So song Qingshu fell into a long silence. After a long time, song Qingshu said:

"I realized a sword, the peak of Kun's artistic conception."

"Kunyi Avenue never emphasizes speed and momentum."

"So after I break through the thick clouds and heavy fog and climb over the mountains."

"I saw that sword, an unstoppable sword."

"So I learned the fiber of the sword, and I happened to have no sword in my hand."

"So I made a knife."

Although Xia Houli's own realm has reached the five fold of Yuanying.

But his understanding of the rules of the avenue is even less than one ten thousandth of that of song Qingshu.

Therefore, after hearing song Qingshu's words, Xia Houli could not help but hurry up:

"Cough... How can this be possible? Your sword is obviously approaching, which is unpredictable to the naked eye."

"How can such a sword be a heavy sword without speed?"

"Song Qingshu, don't deceive me!"

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Hou's blood flowing like a spring from his abdomen and shook his head uninteresting:

"Why should I lie to you?"

"You're dead."

Xia Houli heard the speech and was trying to refute something.

But there was always blood between his fingers.

The pain in his abdomen and the mood of Kun in the mouth of song Qingshu still eroded his body.

Feel all this.

Xia Hou could not help frowning and opening his lips to say something.

However, his lips only moved a few times, and he fell directly to the ground speechless.

Xia Houli's green hair turned white again.

His strong body collapsed in an instant.

He used to be a man as powerful as a mountain, but now he looks more like a weather beaten bad old man.

Song Qingshu sat where he was, looked at Xia Houli's trembling body in the cold wind, and frowned:

"You are the first opponent who makes me feel difficult."

"I was the first to kill Yuanying's five strong men."

"Was the first person who almost drove me into despair."

"You are also the man who let me understand the sword of Kun."

"Since you let me feel so much for the first time, Xia Houli, do you deserve to die?"

Hearing this, Xia Houli seemed unwilling to lift his skinny palm and wanted to do something.

But he just moved, and the blood in his belly dyed the frozen river red