Chapter 370

In the twilight, the smell of blood soared into the sky.

There was a rosy glow on the mountain floor, which seemed to be dyed red by blood.

In fact, it is true. Blood is all over the mountain.

From the death of the strong grey armor.

Song Qingshu kept killing the enemy with a knife.

From the burning sun at noon to the red and warm setting sun.

At least nearly 800 people died in the black steel army.

More than 800 people sound insignificant.

But if 800 soldiers stand in front of you, you can know.

More than 800 people, it's a dark place.

More than 800 people, at least more than 800 knives, more than 800 palms, and more than 800 murders.

This is a big number.

So song Qingshu is really tired now.

His purple blood soft sword blade was inserted into the soil to support his body from falling down.

His legs were a little weak, as if he would fall at any time.

But now Song Qingshu can't fall.

He had to stand because there was still someone standing in front of him.

Dozens of nearly 100 monks held iron swords and looked at Song Qingshu bloodlessly, trembling with sharp swords in their hands.

"Who else wants to die?"

"Come on."

Song Qingshu looked at the monks with trembling hands, frowned in disgust, and then said.

This seems to be a provocation.

If this group of proud black steel soldiers heard such words at ordinary times.

It is bound to pull out the sword after a sharp sound.

But now it seems.

Song Qingshu's muttering is more like an invitation.

An invitation from death.

They are almost sure.

If he nodded, song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword, which had been cut to the edge, would cut his neck.

The God of death will have his own name on his death list.

So after Song Qingshu finished this sentence.

No one dares to respond.

There was a dead silence on the mountain. The breeze came slowly, and the rustling sound resounded through the ears of song Qingshu and dozens of people.

Song Qingshu pulled up the purple blood soft sword and sprinkled soil scraps.

"Nobody wants to die? Very good. "

"You, say, where is the arsenal of the black steel army?"

Song Qingshu pointed at a soldier in ordinary heavy armor among dozens of people with a sword edge in the blood like setting sun, and opened his lips and said.

After today's war, song Qingshu not only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

And in the dark, song Qingshu seems to have seen the threshold of the nine golden elixirs.

The ninth Golden Dragon on his golden elixir is already visible in the thick clouds and heavy fog.

Song Qingshu knows.

He only needs one more step, then he can step into the nine fold of the golden elixir from the eight fold of the golden elixir, and finally even see it at the gate of Yuanying territory.

Further control the atmosphere of the avenue between heaven and earth and step into the realm of heaven and man

In order to do so, song Qingshu must have a large amount of pure energy supply.

And we have to hurry and hurry.

Opportunities can be missed at any time.

If song Qingshu doesn't seize this opportunity.

Then I'm afraid the ninth Golden Dragon on the golden elixir will be hidden in the thick fog again.

And those who meet the above conditions.

I'm afraid there's no other place except the military affairs warehouse where the black steel military stores all kinds of monastic tools.

"Hum! You... You dream, even if I die here, how can I tell you the military affairs office! "

The person pointed by Song Qing's book Jianfeng was slightly stunned, and then roared and scolded Song Qing's book.

His lips were splashed with foam, matching his generous words.

Coupled with his red faced cross scolding, the man's Cross scolding seemed quite majestic and awe inspiring.

However, song Qingshu, who was being scolded by him, only frowned slightly:

"Say or not?"

The man was just and arrogant:

"No!"

Song Qingshu gently waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

At a distance of tens of feet, he put the purple blood soft sword in his hand at the man.

Not chop, not chop, not smash, not cut.

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand doesn't look like an ordinary person waving it at will with a wooden pole.

Then there was an incomparable murderous spirit and flew towards the man.

Brush!

The man's thin armor was as fragile and soft as turf under this murderous intention.

Then a blood hole appeared in his abdomen, and the gurgling blood flowed out of his abdomen.

"Ah!"

The man looked at the blood flowing from his abdomen and roared in horror. His face was pale and bloodless.

Song Qingshu didn't finish his sword, so he patted it on the man's head.

There was a snap.

So the man's skull flew across the air with his eyes.

Song Qingshu crushed the man's eyes and looked as indifferent as snow:

"Wide noise."

Then Song Qing raised his sword and pointed to another person:

"Are you going to die like him?"

"You still have to tell me where the military affairs warehouse of the black steel army is?"

The man pointed by Song Qing shujianfeng trembled slightly in his legs and stomach.

He swallowed his saliva and his sword trembled violently:

"Ah... Military affairs warehouse, in the south of the mountain... Halfway up the mountain..."

The strong man in yellow armor roared:

"Shut up, you're still not..."

Song Qingshu used the palm as a blade, and the sabre Qi was cut out of the palm.

Brush it.

The Yellow strong man's armor was shattered and a terrible wound appeared on his neck.

Then the neck of the strong yellow armor tilted and his head fell to the ground.

Song Qingshu raised his legs and kicked his head away with one foot. His eyes were indifferent:

"You can rest assured that if anyone dares to stop you from speaking, I will be the first to complain to you!"

The person pointed by Song Qing shujianfeng saw that he really wanted to cry without tears.

The faith in his heart made him shut up and die generously.

But song Qingshu, more terrible than Shura, forced him to abandon his faith.

"You just said, where is the hillside?"

Song Qingshu looked at the man who couldn't help shaking his legs and stomach, cleared his throat and asked.

The man closed his lips.

At last, he looked at the light trembling of song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword, and the defense line in his heart fell down suddenly:

"In the cave halfway up the mountain, there is a bamboo forest. Beside the bamboo forest, there is the eighteen Dharma array of the black steel army."

"Outside the Dharma array, the seven elders of the black steel army are guarding."

"After passing through the Dharma array and the seven elders, there is a secret cave."

"All the details of the black steel army over the years are in the secret cave."

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile on his face.

So song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword into the scabbard behind him.

Then he stretched out his hand and patted the man on the shoulder. Then he turned and left.

The setting sun is like blood.

Song Qingshu walked to the military Treasury under the bleak sunset.

He's not a heartbreaker.

The heartbroken man is behind song Qingshu.

They looked at Song Qingshu's back and couldn't lift the sword in their hands.

So this incomparably beautiful scenery is more cruel to them than living in hell.

Maybe the pressure of faith collapse is too great.

So someone raised his sword.

Poof!

Someone pulled out his sword and killed himself.

So people followed suit one after another.