Chapter 378

The Tianluo array lingering around Song Qingshu.

Dozens of Yuan babies pull their bows and strings at the same time.

The vertical sword suddenly appeared in the deep place.

The old man in grey burns his life force and draws his bow to shoot the murderous spirit.

This is a battle planned by the black steel army for a long time.

They know they can't hold the portal.

So they wanted to destroy the portal at first.

But song Qingshu came too soon.

The people who are approaching the black steel army have not thought about whether they are willing to destroy the portal.

Song Qingshu's bloody long clothes fluttering with the wind have already floated in the air.

So the old man in grey waited for song Qingshu to activate the lines on the portal.

And keep him!

For this purpose, the old man in grey has made a lot of preparations.

In addition to the three shocks in front of them, they still have a backhand.

"Just hold on for a moment."

"We won."

The old man in grey looked at Song Qingshu, who was in the middle of Tianluo, and raised a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.

The old man in grey pulled up his bow and was about to shoot.

But another murderous intention came to the old man in grey with the broken wind.

"Ah!"

Look at the killing.

Someone from the black steel army who had quietly raised his shield and squatted beside the old man in gray roared.

Then they raised the extremely generous black steel shield in their hands, rushed out like an arrow, and kept in the straight line between killing intention and the old man in gray.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Dang!

The killing intention is very strong.

When it first touched the first person.

The man, together with the black steel shield in his hand, his armor, his flesh and blood, and his thick white bones, was blown to powder.

Black, white, red.

The powder made of three colors floats here.

The killing intention is endless.

So it touched the second person, and the second person was shattered with the roar.

The killing intention came to the third man, and the third man burst and smashed together.

……

Until the killing intention came to the fourteenth man's shield, the killing intention dissipated with the smashing of the fourteenth man's black steel shield.

Behind the fourteenth man was the old man in grey.

He felt the murderous intention, and his face was a little white.

"This is not..."

The old man in grey stopped pulling his bow, stared at the big turbid and deep eyes like a ghost, and whispered in disbelief.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"This is your first bow, the killing intention on the bow."

"Well, barely. If I do it myself, I'm afraid the fourteenth person and you will die."

The old man in grey was as pale as death, and the iron bow in his hand fell to the ground.

Poof!

The iron bow fell on a piece of soil.

Raised the dust all over the sky, lost whose eyes and confused whose sight.

The moment the iron bow fell to the ground.

The strong bow and iron sword coming from Ling lie to song Qingshu came one after another.

Song Qingshu's response is very simple.

He didn't wave the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

There is no hell platform to fly behind.

The cornucopia in the storage bag is not enabled.

He didn't even let thunder arc under his feet.

Let the fog rise around you.

Facing the strong bow and iron sword, lock the Tianluo array around you.

Song Qingshu heard a light sound from the golden elixir.

The golden elixir trembled slightly.

Then a murderous spirit surged out of his golden elixir.

Then the second one.

Third way.

Hundreds and thousands of ways are scattered all over the world.

Even though countless murderous thoughts suddenly appeared in front of song Qingshu.

But none was born in Song Qingshu.

There was always a warm smile on his face.

The old man in gray next to him had an ugly cry on his face.

Because those murders were his.

Hundreds of ways and thousands of ways are all his masterpieces when he first shot song Qingshu with an arrow free bow.

Each one is the work of the old man in grey, full of artistic conception and hearty.

And now suddenly appeared in the world of such killing intention, but it is also so terrible and invincible.

Thick floating clouds on the dome of the mountain cover the sun behind the clouds.

The vitality of heaven and earth around the portal, the space is shaking gently.

Watching Song Qing's book's killing intention fluctuate around the body.

The old man in grey has such a feeling.

He thinks song Qingshu should be invincible.

For now the sun that shines on all things is not enveloping the world.

Nor is it the endless killing intention released by song Qingshu.

But song Qingshu himself.

He just stood there and looked down on the earth like a God.

Beyond everything, unreasonable coercion.

Invisible, shrouded in the hearts of all present.

This coercion is not the oppression of the superior over the inferior.

But the emperor's deterrent to civilians!

Song Qingshu glanced at the people present, so someone couldn't help but soften his legs.

Trying to kneel down

The iron bow in the hands of dozens of Yuanying strongmen collapsed into mustard powder under the torrent of killing intention.

Endless killing stabbed their falcon like eyes, so they cried miserably, covered their eyes and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed out of their eyes.

The linglie iron sword from the sky was corroded in an instant, leaving only the bare hilt on the ground.

The swordsmen who came from the vertical sword vomited blood directly and died in pain in the sea of killing intention.

Their bodies were covered with blood lines.

Under the impact of this murderous intention, Tianluo array directly turned into a flash of fire and scattered under the sky.

The array masters who controlled the array knew that the sea was greatly shocked and frightened by the killing intention.

But they didn't have time to scream.

Because the murderous blood wave has swallowed up their bodies.

The broken meat was accompanied by flying blood, and the head and robe fell quietly.

All the soldiers who stood by the old man in gray with black steel shield fell to the ground.

The black steel shield on their hands was shattered into infinite pieces with their armor.

Standing in front of Song Qing's writing, from just hundreds of people to only the old man in gray.

The old man in grey clothes looked at Song Qingshu for a long time. After a long time, he whispered:

"It makes no sense."

Song Qingshu shrugged, turned and stepped back on the luminous portal.

The breeze blew and patted the old man in gray very gently on his face.

The old man in grey vomited blood, which wet his grey clothes.

But he couldn't wipe the blood from his mouth, because his arms were interrupted in the flood of killing.

But he didn't feel the pain. He only felt endless doubts.

"Why, clearly time has passed so long, and the portal hasn't started yet."

"Why, clearly my move just now should be a perfect step. How could I lose so miserably?"

"Why, song Qingshu, can you be so strong?"

These doubts haunted the old man in gray for a long time, and finally he spit them out.

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time.

It was not until the light of the portal lit up that song Qingshu's lazy voice came:

"When I first set foot on the portal, I changed a grain on the array."

"So this portal is no longer the one you know."

"Moreover, in the face of real strength, all tricks are just jokes."