Chapter 349 (1/2)

Song Qingshu's people soon became a remnant in Xia Houli's eyes.

But because song Qingshu's sword was half a foot in front of him.

So his sword is faster than his people.

The speed of the remnant shadow was half a Zhang faster, and it became a bright light.

Song Qingshu doesn't look at the summer Marquis with calm eyes at this time.

Because he ran so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Because he couldn't see the enemy clearly, song Qingshu didn't read it at all.

He just rushed straight, then tilted, then crossed, and finally cut.

These four moves are the essence of the basic sword power to destroy the enemy.

But even if the essence is refined and perfected by song Qingshu, it is really not powerful.

Song Qingshu didn't expect Xia Houli to see how profound and difficult the sword in his hand was.

He knew that Xia Houli could understand his sword.

But still.

But he really wanted to know how Xia hou would answer.

If you want to take your sword.

Like Xia Houli, if you hold one hand in the air and the other hand behind you, you can't catch it.

So.

It's not difficult to see through this sword. The difficulty is to catch it.

Once it is received, it will break the trend. Once it is broken, there will be flaws.

The duel between experts, even if it is a fleeting flaw, is also fatal.

Song Qingshu thought like this and roared with all his strength.

His veins burst in his hand just to send his sword forward more fiercely.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu's sword and looked very dignified for the first time.

He saw all the sword meanings of song Qingshu's sword.

It also saw all the weaknesses in Song Qingshu's sword.

But he didn't choose to bully.

I didn't choose to face the linglie sword of song Qingshu.

He didn't fight back with an iron fist as he thought before.

He just stood there, his face as cold as snow and his eyes as cold as ice.

He can avoid the sword without effort.

But his martial arts heart did not allow it.

”Here comes the gun!”

Just when the killing intention of the purple blood soft sword blade was only an inch away from his neck.

Xia Houli still moved.

With a loud roar, the vitality in the air suddenly fluttered.

And the murderous spirit of the sword blade was blocked because of the vitality dancing in the air.

For a moment, the Buddha's words were instantaneous.

A stick shaped black shadow broke through the clouds and flew to one foot behind song Qingshu in a moment, faster than the lightning song Qingshu had seen.

Song Qingshu can choose to continue to wave his sword forward.

But the stick shaped object will directly penetrate his chest and heart.

Then song Qingshu's sword will cross Xia Hou Li's neck and bring out a touch of bright red.

Xia Hou was cold in the depths of his eyes, with a smile on his mouth.

”If you choose to change your life, you will die, and I won't!”

”On the gun, I have lost the most overbearing breath of heaven and earth.”

”Don't say you have a hole in your body. Even if there is only a small wound, your body will be stiff!”

”At that time, I will crush your neck and throw you into the river.”

”Song Qingshu, come on!”

Song Qingshu is naturally not afraid of death.

Don't mention hard carrying. Even if he is directly pierced by the stick, he is confident that he can live.