Chapter 385

It's time to eat. I'm hungry.

It's time to hold an umbrella. It's going to rain.

It's time to go out and pack up.

It's time for the butcher to bleed.

The first three sentences of this paragraph are naturally plain and harmonious.

However, the horror of the last sentence made anyone frown.

Because this sentence is so terrible.

It's too scary.

Hell Shura may have some emotions before killing.

Or the pleasure of killing.

Or the tension and guilt of killing others,

Or the slight tremor of waving the death sickle in your hand.

Anyway, hell Shura must be in a mood.

It is impossible to be indifferent like ice and snow and stand like mountains.

But song Qingshu is not.

When he said that.

Although there was a faint smile on his face.

But the chill in the depths of his eyes swept the world like ice and snow.

After the death of the six elders of Heiyu evil sect.

The strongest of the whole black feather evil sect is just a strong one who has half stepped into the realm of Yuanying.

In the eyes of today's song Qingshu.

The strong who half step into the realm of Yuanying are the same as the weak who are in the realm of Jindan.

Anyway, song Qingshu couldn't even hold a palm.

They can't even compete with song Qingshu's eyesight.

A stare.

One fell to the ground.

A pool of blood.

A pile of rotten meat.

Song Qingshu just looked around.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof

With song Qingshu's pupil swinging slightly.

The heads of several people who originally stood around the body of Song Qing's book directly burst open.

Turned into a pile of mud on the ground, his head was broken in a pool of blood, which was particularly desolate and tragic.

"Song Qingshu! How dare you! "

"It's only enough to break the sect protection array. How dare you be so arrogant among the black feather evil sect."

"Are you really not afraid of the anger of Lord moyeka?"

When song Qingshu was about to raise his feet and take a step forward.

A grey haired Jindan Jiuchong old man crowded out the crowd of black feather evil sect disciples and cursed at Song Qingshu's nose.

While scolding.

The white haired old man shook his hand with hundreds of silver needles.

Hundreds of silver needles scattered into the vitality of heaven and earth established by song Qingshu.

Like a drizzle of cattle gradually scattered by the summer wind.

The continuous drizzle blew everything before the drizzle.

It is really commendable that Jindan jiuzhong can have such combat effectiveness.

But song Qingshu has seen Xia Houli's simple iron gun and the old man in Gray's light roaring bow and arrow.

What is this gentle drizzle of cattle?

A helmsman who has seen surging waves will never fear a calm stream.

Not to mention for song Qingshu.

The old man with white hair in front of him is not even a shoal.

Where can it be regarded as a stream?

So when the white haired old man waved the silver needle in his hand, song Qingshu still turned his back to his body and ignored it.

Until the white haired old man's hundreds of silver needles could pierce song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu just gave the white haired old man a cold look.

To be exact, I should not have looked at him, but looked at him deeply.

Between electro-optic flint.

The old man with white hair felt that there was an invisible pressure deep into his body.

Then hundreds of silver needles were blown down by the breeze.

Then the white haired old man's knowledge of the sea was shattered by song Qingshu.

Poof!

With a dull noise, the head of the white haired old man was directly smashed by song Qingshu, and his brain and blood splashed in the air.

"Empty vertical time has whitewashed the green silk, and the realm of life has always fallen to the bottom of the dust."

"I'm not afraid of the anger of moyejia. I'm just afraid that I've exhausted the years of fleeting red dust."

"And live like you."

"Sad."

Song Qingshu walked past the white haired old man.

I didn't even look at this man, but you threw down such a sentence, and then disappeared.

"Song Qingshu, what do you want to do!"

"I'm the first leader of the black feather evil sect. I don't think you're allowed to fool around here!"

Song Qingshu walked past the corpse of the white haired old man, and countless disciples of the black feather evil sect ran to the depths of the sect.

Song Qingshu is about to draw his sword to pursue him.

Half step Yuanying's strong man walked against the crowd, came to song Qingshu and spoke impassively to song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at the generous man and became interested:

"Knowing it was death, why?"

Yuan Ying's strong man snorted coldly and didn't answer. Instead, he rushed directly at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at the strong man who rushed directly at him, sneered and said quietly:

"Probably it's just for the stupid faith and hope in your heart."

"Since you are willing to take life as a shield and blood as a city, how can I bear not to let you sacrifice your life for justice?"

After talking, song Qingshu shook his palm and patted the so-called strong man with a soft palm.

Then the Taoist robe on the strong man was shocked into fine powder by the palm of song Qingshu's palm.

Pop!

The sound of broken eggs came from the strong man.

Then the strong man's body broke directly.

Including the bright red flesh and bones and bones, they were all crushed into the smallest invisible dust in the air.

With the Taoist robe, it flutters and dances gently in the wind.

"Stop! The chief swordsman of Heiyu evil sect is here. Song Qingshu, get back quickly! "

"Hey, hey, it seems that I'm going to fight with young people today. Take it, song Xiaoer."

"Song Qingshu! Breaking our sect and killing our disciples is a capital crime. As the law enforcement captain of Heiyu evil sect, I order you to die obediently! "

"Song Qingshu, how dare you fight me!"

Song Qingshu stepped over the Yuan Ying strongman only two or three steps away.

In the crowd, several people retrograde and come fiercely to song Qingshu.

These people know they will die.

But they have no choice.

Because it takes a little more time for moyejia to leave the pass. During this time, he must not be disturbed at all.

The place where Jindan disciples retreated was also the last sect protection array of Heiyu evil sect.

As long as you start the protectorate array, everything will not be so bad.

It just takes time.

Therefore, someone must stop song Qingshu at the cost of life.

Such sacrifice is naturally great.

But the black feather evil sect forced song Qingshu to die three times.

Now, even if the Pope is destroyed, song Qingshu's eyebrows will not be provoked.

What can it be if so many people die?

Song Qingshu wanted to draw his sword and cut all the dead people to the ground.

But somehow.

Song Qingshu finally failed.

I'm afraid it's because he's tired of killing.

I'm afraid it's because some spirit infected song Qingshu.

I'm afraid it doesn't make any sense.

Song Qingshu sighed slightly:

"Leave here. I won't kill you."