Chapter 363

"Try?"

"Hahaha, just try!"

"Song Qingshu, you are already half disabled. Even if you are strong, what can you do?"

"I have more than 980 Jindan friars and 16 Yuanying friars."

"So many people, if you cut one by one, I'm afraid your purple blood soft sword blade will cut the blade?"

Listening to song Qingshu's words, Chen Kunling couldn't help laughing.

Then Chen Kunling waved his fingers slightly and commanded the practitioners around Song Qing's body to prepare for the attack.

The men of the black steel army raised their sharp blades.

The rustle of iron armor collision rang through song Qingshu's ears for a time.

The iron guns collided, and the armor rubbed. It was very majestic.

The sound of array arrangement in heaven and earth sounded very slightly.

Subtle and incomparable, just like spring wind and rain, quietly born.

Although song Qingshu is now in an iron sword.

In the middle of the array.

However, song Qingshu still smiled on the ground.

Everything in this world seems to have nothing to do with song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu heard Chen Kunling's provocation.

He fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, song Qingshu raised his head, looked into Chen Kunling's eyes and said with a serious smile:

"Thank you."

Song Qingshu is not a good man.

What he said, thank you, has never been the meaningless thank you in the mouth of secular people.

Therefore, this ordinary thank you made Chen Kunling's hair stand on end:

"What can I thank you for?"

Song Qingshu deeply inserted the purple blood soft sword into the soil, and his expression became a little indifferent:

"You said I would cut people to the edge. I think it makes some sense, so I thank you."

Chen Kunyi picks eyebrows:

"In that case, why did you put down your sword again?"

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Because I thought of other ways to kill the enemy."

"It's just that this method is much less aesthetic than waving a sword."

"So I don't really want to use it."

Chen Kunling looked at the array at the foot of song Qingshu, which had been secretly arranged.

He looked again at the countless sharp blades around Song Qing's book.

So he looked at Song Qingshu like a dead man:

"As long as you can kill the enemy ahead, what else can you say?"

"Song Qingshu, let me teach you a lesson. As long as you can achieve your goal, you should do anything!"

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu nodded quite seriously:

"You're right."

"I should do anything to win."

"So, you all die."

When song Qingshu said this, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

However, the cold and undisguised killing intention under the sunshine smile penetrated into Chen Kunling's heart.

So Chen Kunling roared and was planning to command the whole army to attack song Qingshu.

But.

At his left rear came a scream greater than his roar.

"Ah!"

This bleak scream directly overshadowed Chen Kunling's roar.

So no one attacked song Qingshu, and everyone turned their attention to the place where the scream came.

There is a black stone platform bigger than the hill.

The patterns on the stone platform are exquisite and the color is dark.

Just looking away from a distance gives people a very heavy feeling.

When it comes down.

The group of black steel soldiers holding a shield and holding a sword is like a bubble ball floating in the foam water.

Hell platform is just a touch.

The black steel army had been directly crushed into foam and blood.

The hell platform passed by, and then no one could stand in front of the hell platform.

There was a muffled sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a dull sound, a golden elixir friar was crushed.

Song Qingshu just let the hell platform wipe the side of the black steel army, and more than 200 muffled sounds came.

More than 200 Jindan friars died in such a moment.

Except for a pool of blood, some didn't even let out a scream.

"Ding, hell platform collected one of the eight undead of the golden elixir and gained 8536 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collected one Jindan jiuzhong undead and gained 9636 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collected one of the eight undead of the golden elixir and gained 7566 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collected one of the eight undead of the golden elixir and gained 7233 recovery experience points."

……

"Ding, hell platform collected one Yuan Ying triple undead and gained 13546 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collected one of the eight undead of the golden elixir and gained 8521 recovery experience points."

……

As more and more undead died on the hell platform, the system sent out more than 200 prompt tones one after another.

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing at the prompt sound of the system:

"The previous experience of a Jindan friar can upgrade the hell tower."

"I didn't expect that now more than 200 people can't raise it even one level?"

"It seems that this guy's appetite is growing like my colorful golden elixir."

Just when song Qingshu marveled at the appetite of hell platform.

Chen Kunyi, who was stunned by the power of hell platform, returned to God.

Then he took a deep look at Song Qingshu.

Earlier, song Qingshu guessed that Chen Kunling was an array master because he had no weapons in his hands.

But song Qingshu forgot.

In this world, not only the array division is empty handed.

There is also a kind of person called Nianli teacher.

The weapon of the array division is the infinite strength between heaven and earth, so they are empty handed.

The weapon of the mental master is the vast mental power in the brain, so they are empty handed.

But they are the most stable and fastest people in the world.

Because Chen Kunling's weapon is his idea.

Ideas are faster than any weapon, faster than all actions.

It is faster than song Qingshu's sword wielding speed, and even faster than song Qingshu's sword just realized Kunyi.

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu, and the wrinkles on his face immediately deepened for several points.

His will entered song Qingshu's mind and turned into stormy waves, constantly beating and bombarding!

Song Qingshu's face was pale and he only felt a fit of uneasiness in his head. The hell platform that bumped into the crowd gave him a slight meal.

Song Qingshu is not a power teacher. He is a little sparse about the training of divine thoughts.

So when Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu, the attack of hell platform suddenly stopped.

You can't hit others like a mountain

If Chen Kunling didn't expect it, song Qingshu would be dizzy at the next moment.

At that moment, song Qingshu will die.

But.

How can Chen Kunling guess the strength of song Qingshu?

The eight golden dragons on the golden elixir of song Qingshu sent out bursts of howling, and a very domineering breath affected song Qingshu's whole body.

So song Qingshu just blinked, and all the troubles in his mind were burned into smoke, leaving only Qingming.

"That's all?"

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling and smiled.