Chapter 369

The original sharp, beautiful and powerful flying sword.

After hitting the vitality armor from the cornucopia on Song Qingshu.

At this time, they have become twisted and deformed broken swords on the ground.

Hundreds of strong black steel soldiers who stood proudly with swords in their hands.

After their flying swords hit the energetic armor on Song Qingshu.

At this time, they also fell to the ground, fainting and twitching, and they didn't know life or death.

"Ha!"

A loud roar sounded around Song Qing's body.

The strong man in gray armor has come to song Qingshu.

He was holding a Epee that was wider and thicker than a man.

The Epee never started.

So it can be said that he is holding a heavy ruler.

After Liu Ping and Chen Kunling, the strong grey armor is the strongest among the living people of the black steel army.

Therefore, after the Feijian attack was exhausted, he came to song Qingshu as soon as possible.

The strong man with gray armor didn't scold song Qingshu because he had to concentrate on a sword.

In the roar.

The strong man with gray heavy armour lifted up the heavy ruler and fell suddenly.

The heavy ruler in his hand was violently waved, and a nearly perfect curve was waved in the air.

There was no breath in the curve, and there was a loud noise like thunder at the head of the ruler.

What the heavy ruler carries is not sword power or sword Qi, but heavy power.

So this ruler is not cut.

Cutting can only break the wind, not a perfect curve.

Not a split.

It's like cutting a mountain and a tree.

Not cut.

What we need is soft and sharp. The heavy ruler has never even opened the blade. How can it be soft and sharp?

Not cutting.

Cutting stresses the flow of clouds and water, and the sword momentum is continuous. This weight is less than 100 Jin. How to cut?

So when the ruler is lifted.

It can only have one way out.

That's smashing!

The Epee is square, wide and thick, like a ruler.

When it falls suddenly in the air, it looks like thunder.

There was a strong wind at Song Qing's writing door.

The small stones on the ground were afraid of the heavy ruler, so they rolled around.

Song Qingshu looked at the heavy ruler.

He found it very interesting.

So song Qingshu raised a slight smile on his face.

This Epee is not like those swords that song Qingshu once read.

Those swords are either light and sharp.

Or sharp as ice and cold as thunder.

However, the sword is simple and clumsy to the extreme.

But the man who made the sword was already the four strong Yuan Ying.

Therefore, this simple and clumsy sword must have his interest.

In order to personally experience the taste of the heavy ruler.

Song Qingshu put down the purple blood soft sword.

Raised his palm.

Song Qingshu had no palm as blade.

Just simply slapped the heavy ruler.

There are clouds on your palm.

There are wild mountains in your palm.

There is a big tide on your palm.

Song Qingshu flicked out a palm and patted it on the heavy ruler sword blade that hit him.

Then the blade of the heavy sword that didn't open the blade concave an angle.

Then the head of the Epee was flattened.

The sword body was bent.

The strong man with gray heavy armor has blue tendons on his arm like hemp rope and roars repeatedly.

But in the roar.

Song Qingshu's light palm power is inexhaustible. It seems that it will never decline.

Song Qingshu's palm broke the heavy ruler and fell lightly on the gray heavy armor.

Boom!

The gray heavy armor was blown into fine powder.

Without armor, he is like a meteorite.

He flew upside down and hit the crowd behind him, smashing many people in one breath.

Then hit the boulder on the mountain terrace and smash the boulder.

"Your palm is very strong!"

"But after breaking my iron sword and breaking my iron armor, the momentum is reduced, which shows that you are not strong at all!"

A moment later.

The strong man half stood up, looked at Song Qingshu and said with disdain.

Song Qingshu did not look at him, but looked around like a lion.

After Song Qingshu found that no one dared to do it to himself, he looked back at the strong man with a heavy sword.

Song Qingshu sneered and opened his lips indifferently:

"Another sword?"

The strong man with gray heavy armor heard the speech, his eyes frowned, then he put his hands on the ground and stood up tenaciously.

Someone handed a new Epee from behind.

The strong man with gray heavy armor holds it expressionless, and then the sword edge points directly at Song Qingshu:

"Another sword, you take it..."

Not a word.

The eyes of the strong grey armor showed a look of despair and disbelief.

Then he couldn't speak any more, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Poof.

The strong man with gray heavy armor vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Oh."

Then the strong man with gray heavy armor half knelt on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The blood is black as jade with the residue of internal organs.

Then there will be no then.

The strong man with gray heavy armor fell into a pool of blood and collapsed into a mass of rotten meat.

Song Qingshu turned his eyes and said:

"It's foolish to show off your strength when all the bones on Mingming's body are broken?"

There was a dead silence on the hill.

So far, the last three Yuanying quadruple strong men of the black steel army were killed.

One died under the cough of song Qingshu.

One died under the thoughts of song Qingshu.

One died under the palm of song Qingshu.

Now there are only a group of disabled and defeated generals of the black steel army who can still stand in front of Song Qing's writing.

But.

We still have to fight.

This is their belief in the black steel army.

In Song Qingshu's words, it is the stupidity of these black steel soldiers.

So what followed was a very boring battle.

Song Qingshu just kills.

Killing without stopping.

The tiger's mouth was broken.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword is slightly curled.

The hell platform was full of blood.

Shattered the flat terrain of the mountain plateau.

Disturbed the tranquility of the autumn forest.

Song Qingshu kept carrying his sword.

Keep waving your hands.

The hell console has been flying all over the sky.

He was suddenly a little monotonous. He felt that such a thing was very boring.

Especially when his whole body became a blood man, and those who had enemies also had their own.

He felt bored.

But boring, still want to kill!

"Ding, hell platform collects one Yuan Ying double undead and obtains 12454 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collects one Jindan jiuzhong undead and obtains recovery experience point 9554."

"Ding, hell platform collects one Yuan Ying triple undead and obtains 13548 recovery experience points."

……

"Ding, hell platform is revived. Now hell platform is level 15."

In this boring and monotonous slaughter, the prompt tone of the system sounded again and again.

In a monotonous tone.

It represents the growing strength of song Qingshu

And now in such a monotonous slaughter.

But it also represents the strength of song Qingshu. Therefore, even if it is monotonous and boring, he has to do it.

The sun on the mountain level moved west, and the color of the sky became ruddy.

The light scattered on the mountain became much more red and warm unknowingly.

The red warm was full of corpses and blood, and the corpses lying on the ground piled up into a hill.

Among the broken limbs.

Song Qingshu stood with his sword and looked at the few enemies like Shura, indifferent:

"Is there anyone else who wants to die?"

"Come on."