Chapter 374

From Song Qingshu's stepping on this mountain to now, there have been many things.

However, the time flowing through is particularly short.

The night did not dissipate until song Qingshu reached the top of the mountain of the black steel army.

However, in less than a day.

In the heigang army, no one can stand in front of song Qingshu.

Xia Houli, proudly holding an iron gun, fell on the ice of the river, and the blood stains on his belly had already frozen.

Liu Ping, even more proud than Xia Houli, turned into a pool of flesh and blood, fell to the ground and trembled in the breeze,

Chen Kunling died in his own thoughts, but the reality was that he was in a different place and died very desolate and cruel.

In addition to these people, song Qingshu can also be called by name.

Song Qingshu, the other Yuanying strongman, really can't remember how they died.

Song Qingshu only remembered that there were many broken limbs and miserable bodies on the river.

There are thick and bloody blood stains in the clear wind of Shanping.

In short, within this day, the black steel army was killed by song Qingshu from top to bottom.

All the persistence and temper of the black steel army.

It also dissipated with the flow of time on this day.

When Song Qing walked up to the main hall of the black steel army with her hands on her back.

In front of song Qingshu, there were hundreds of soldiers dressed in heavy armor.

But song Qingshu just walked towards the main hall, regardless of others.

Hundreds of soldiers in heavy armor watched song Qingshu slowly walk towards him.

They roared like death.

But when the roar was over, no one dared to sword song Qingshu.

This is the emotion.

No.

Still can't.

Or dare not.

These emotions are no longer within the scope of song Qingshu's thinking.

Song Qingshu seemed unable to see the hundreds of monks in his eyes.

He kept raising his feet towards the hall.

He went further.

The soldiers will take more than two steps back.

Song Qingshu made rapid progress.

So the group of soldiers, even the company, were disrupted and scattered a little embarrassed.

Song Qingshu walked past the military flag made of refined steel of the black steel army.

Above the military flag is a flying black dragon with some black heavy armor and claws in the sky.

Song Qingshu looked sideways at the giant dragon flying on the flag and was disgusted.

So song Qingshu gently pointed at the flagpole made of refined steel.

Pop!

A very crisp metal explosion came, and the black flag pole as black as night broke.

Song Qingshu didn't punch. He just pointed out, so he had such power and terror.

The proud flag swayed desolately in the air and finally fell to the ground.

Watching their faith fall from the sky to the world, some of the soldiers roared.

But in Song Qingshu's indifference, they are still no one dares to draw a sword against each other.

Song Qingshu walked quietly to the center of the hall, which was a portal emitting infinite power.

Song Qingshu knew that he had pulled out all the tiger teeth of the black steel army.

The rest of the mountain is good.

The rest of the monks who are still in the mountains.

It's just a paper tiger.

So song Qingshu wanted to see the other three sects at this time, so that the other three sects could be destroyed more thoroughly.

He also wanted to let moyejia receive a more perfect gift when he left the customs.

The fallen Pope, this gift is perfect.

Song Qingshu's right foot has stepped out of the air and is about to step on the portal.

In such a moment.

The strongest among hundreds of soldiers!

"Song Qingshu!"

As the roar came, the soldiers raised their iron shields and felt scattered around the sound.

So song Qingshu saw an old man in gray clothes.

The old man's beard and other things danced with the wind, and his clothes blew up in the strong wind.

In the old man's hand, there is a half man high iron Xuan bow.

The old man was angry.

Then he raised the iron bow. The iron bow pointed directly at Song Qingshu, and a killing bow was intended to condense.

There is no arrow on the bow.

There is nothing in the string.

So the old man looked just like a full moon.

Let go again.

Dang!

There was a clear and exciting sound, as if someone had tuned the piano and put the strings.

The vitality of heaven and earth broke into countless fragments under this crisp sound.

There was an extremely cold breath in the air. With the bow string, it came to the chest of song Qingshu.

You can't stab someone without a gun? Xia Houli won't agree.

You can't kill a man without an arrow on the bow? The grey strong won't agree.

The grey strongman is the next candidate of the black steel army.

He reached the five fold realm of Yuanying and fought with Xiahou in this world.

He shocked the hearts and souls of the world with his invincible archery. His arrow was praised by mohega and boasted of being the first in the world.

Murong Yue's inscrutable archery is handed down by the old man.

But the strongest arrow of Murong moon is only three arrows chasing the sun, which is still a tangible thing.

However, the old man has reached invisibility, so the old man in gray has not held the iron arrow and bird tail for a long time to caress his mountain.

People's hearts and minds are one, and the artistic conception is clear and pure.

After knowing the news of Xia Houli's death, the old man in grey never regretted.

Seeing that Song Qing's book broke the military flag, the old man in gray didn't get angry and tremble.

Because he held the bow string in his hand.

Sadness, anger, regret.

These emotions would make his hand shake.

We must not shake our hands about killing.

It has nothing to do with generosity, not revenge.

Whatever else, it's not angry.

So when the old man in gray pulled out the string, he really just pulled out the string.

There is nothing else.

In the sound of plucking strings, not only the vitality in the air, but also a cold killing intention.

"Interesting."

Song Qingshu looked at the old man in grey and pulled his bow. He looked at the bow string bending like a full moon.

Watching him loose the stringless bow, he came to his chest with a killing intention.

Such an arrow is naturally not weak, or even strong.

Because in addition to the fluctuation of killing intention, there is still the power of heaven in this empty dial.

Even if today's song Qingshu has stepped into the nine aspects of golden elixir, it is difficult to predict his accomplishments.

But facing such a perfect bow string, song Qingshu had to praise and shake his head.

But song Qingshu didn't say the bow was strong. He just said it was interesting.

How about song Qingshu facing such an interesting bow?

He didn't pull out the purple blood soft sword and cut the old man in grey and his killing intention.

He didn't use the hell platform to smash the old man in gray.

Song Qingshu did nothing.

He just took back his right leg and stood on the ground, watching the bow shoot at him indifferently.

Poof.

There was a muffled noise from Song Qingshu's chest.

The dust on the chest of song Qingshu suddenly danced all over the sky.

A shallow cut was split on the blood coat of song Qingshu.

An inconspicuous white line appeared on the chest.

There is no blood stain in the white line. The old man in gray clothes used this bow, but he never saw blood