Chapter 375

The old man in grey frowned and looked at the hole in Song Qingshu's chest.

He took a deep look at the hole.

But there was only a trace of white line in the hole, and there was nothing else.

Even a trace of blood never showed up from the broken hole.

"How?"

The old man in grey looked at the broken hole for a long time. At last, he sighed and murmured rather lost.

Song Qingshu shrugged, raised his hand and patted the dust that didn't exist on his blood clothes.

Then song Qingshu looked at the old man in grey, looked at his shaking palm when he pulled the bow string, and smiled:

"The intention of freezing and killing is gathered on the bow string. The string is like the moon, and the bow is like thunder."

"What others shoot is a flying arrow with traces to follow, but you shoot an inch of killing intention."

"The killing intention can't be found, but it's better than flying too many arrows."

"Well... Pretty good?"

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back and raised a joking smile at the corners of his mouth.

Then song Qingshu shook his head, thought about the arrow free bow just now, and joked with a smile.

Listening to the words of song Qingshu, the old man in gray didn't agree at first, then he didn't like it, and then he was a little angry.

Then the old man in grey looked gloomy and raised his bow. The bow and string were facing song Qingshu's chest and opened his lips:

"My bow is pretty good?"

"Song Qingshu, if I try my best, even Xia hou can't stop him."

"You're just a golden pill friar. It's my kindness not to kill you. How strong do you really think you are?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"So, but how can I still stand after I hit you?"

The old man in gray clothes tightened his eyes like a falcon, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"I was soft before and didn't try my best!"

"Besides, did my unbearable arrow really leave you unscathed?"

"Song Qingshu, you're just pushing."

"Or do you think I'll believe my bow can't even kill a nine weight monk?"

Song Qing stood up at the bookstall with a helpless expression on her face:

"Since you think so, there's nothing I can do."

After Song Qingshu said these words, the vitality in heaven and earth gradually gathered on the bow string in the hands of the old man in gray clothes.

After the old man in grey confirmed that his next bow was perfect, his face returned to cold:

"You have no way, I have."

"Song Qingshu, how about another bow?"

Song Qingshu looked at the killing intention on the bow of the old man in grey with interest. After a moment, he looked up and said with a smile:

"What if I catch it?"

The old man in grey still looks cold like snow:

"Scrape the bone and remove the meat, as you please."

Wen Yan.

The smile on Song Qingshu's face was even stronger.

Then song Qingshu nodded and agreed to the condition.

The old man in grey looked steady, and his mouth gave a sharp sound, like the warning of the eagle flying in the world:

"Ha!"

The shrill sound of the old man in grey shook in the sky.

His murderous intention reached the neck of song Qingshu faster than this fierce sound.

Dang!

The string was like a flash of lightning in the sky.

Buzz!

The invisible killing intention is like a shining sword.

The bowstring of the old man in grey trembled rapidly, like a Langhao pen trembling on a piece of white rice paper.

Only the micro swing of Langhao pen is to depict a calligraphy art with full artistic conception on white Xuan paper.

The rapid trembling of the bow string is to see blood.

Or to see a touch of blood red on Song Qingshu's chest.

In the waiting and expectation of the old man in grey.

His bow intention and murderous spirit hit song Qingshu's chest heavily.

There was a muffled sound.

Song Qingshu splashed some dust on his blood clothes.

Just now, there was still no blood on the white line on the chest, but the white line became more profound.

It seems to want to see flesh and blood, but it's always a little short.

When the old man in gray sees here, his beliefs tend to collapse.

The two bows he just shot are his works with full artistic conception.

But a bow is just a rag.

The other bow just makes the white line on Song Qingshu's chest more visible.

How can he accept such a situation?

"Ah ah! Impossible! "

The old man in grey was silent for a moment, and then he pulled his bow fiercely.

The killing intention in the bow string continues to condense and shoot!

The old man in grey pulled nearly a thousand bows in one breath.

In an instant, pluck the string a thousand times, each time stable and powerful, cold and limitless.

The bowstring of an old man in grey can't be considered weak.

But the grey old man's fault is that he picked the wrong opponent.

After Song Qingshu stepped into the nine fold golden elixir, the golden elixir in the belly of song Qingshu seemed to have life.

The two bows of the old man in grey just now can't be stopped alive even if song Qingshu is strong.

The reason why the bowstring trembles without splashing blood.

It is precisely because the bowstring of the old man in grey was absorbed by the attraction of the golden elixir of song Qingshu.

Thousands of bows shot at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's golden elixir trembled, and then a touch of colorful glow appeared.

Under the irradiation of colorful rays, the muscles and bones of song Qingshu become more crystal and powerful.

The vitality of heaven and earth on the skin of song Qingshu began to flow.

So the skin surface of song Qingshu has the power to absorb damage.

Like the previous two bows, the killing intention of thousands of bows was absorbed into the body by song Qingshu.

The killing intention of thousands of bows became the source of majestic power in his body.

For song Qingshu, the way of killing that should have seen blood has become a spring breeze and dew that nourishes the body.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the old man in gray.

Song Qingshu's chest heard nearly a thousand muffled sounds, but only a white line appeared on his chest.

There is nothing else.

The old man in grey clothes shot nearly a thousand bows in one breath, and his strength was greatly damaged.

A blood stain came out of the corner of the mouth of the old man in grey clothes and coughed a few times.

Looking at the blood coughing on the ground, the old man in grey smiled bitterly:

"Never thought that I was the one who drew the bow, but I was the one who bled?"

"Song Qingshu, why?"

Song Qingshu raised his hand, patted the white line on his chest, stretched his waist, smiled and speechless.

The absorbing power brought by the perfection of the colorful golden elixir makes song Qingshu smile brightly.

So these bows of the old man in grey not only didn't make song Qingshu angry, but made him especially happy.

Now Song Qingshu is in a good mood, so he didn't kill anyone.

He turned directly and walked towards the transmission array without paying attention to the lost old man in gray.

The old man in grey looked at Song Qingshu's back and was angry:

"Do you look down on me? Song Qingshu, I said, "if I lose, then my life is yours?"

Song Qingshu carries the old man in gray clothes and laughs:

"When you stop pulling your bow, your faith and your bow die."