I''ll kill you next time.


    This is song Qingshu''s pride, so when he said these words, he raised a proud smile.


    This sentence is a disgrace to Xia Houli.


    So when he heard song Qingshu''s words, Xia Houli''s roots itched.


    "The next time I fight, I''ll die?"


    "Song Qingshu, are you too arrogant?"


    Xia Hou left the iron gun to break the breeze in the heaven and earth. He pointed the gun at the face door of song Qingshu and frowned.


    Song Qingshu shook his head and hissed:


    "I never know what arrogance is, and I don''t talk nonsense."


    "So I''m telling the truth and doing what I should do."


    Xia Houli laughed, and the laughter broke the breeze and clouds above his head:


    "What a sharp mouth."


    "What a golden elixir!"


    "Song Qingshu, it''s too pointless to argue. Now, let my spear tip talk to your sword edge!"


    When you say that.


    Xia Houli said one more word, and his breath would rise.


    After Xia Houli finished the last word, his breath was at the peak of his life.


    At this time, he was infinitely close to Yuanying Liuzhong.


    It seems that there is only a thin line between him, and he can play a combat effectiveness dozens of times higher than Yuanying''s five weights.


    Song Qingshu looked at the breathtaking summer Marquis leaving and shook his head slightly:


    "Forcibly treating your residual body has changed your life against the sky. Now you still forcibly use the blood breaking method to improve your cultivation."


    "So, even if you can really win, I''m afraid you won''t live for half a year."


    "Previously, you said you would rather change your life than kill me, but I really don''t believe it. Are you really willing?"


    Xia Houli heard that he was silent. After a long time, he opened his lips and said:


    "Who can be reconciled?"


    "Spring and autumn have been practicing for so many years, and they have fought so many times at the expense of life and death."


    "I haven''t really enjoyed even one day. How can I be reconciled now?"


    Song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword into the land in front of him and watched Xia Hou leave:


    "Put down your iron gun. I have a way to save your damaged life source!"


    Being able to live is naturally a very happy thing.


    So Xia Hou raised a smile from his indifferent mouth.


    However, the iron gun in his hand was still held tightly and did not relax even a minute.


    Seeing this, song Qingshu could not help frowning:


    "Why? You don''t want to live? "


    Xia Houli sneered:


    "As a soldier, I don''t want to die."


    "But as a soldier, I''d rather die at your hands!"


    Song Qingshu shook his head:


    "You still didn''t answer the reason."


    Xia Hou was silent for a long time before he said with a heavy voice:


    "I want to see how strong you are?"


    "I want to see if I will die at the hands of a Jindan friar."


    Everyone may not have his own pursuit in the long years of his life.


    Therefore, those who pursue are always easier to gain the respect of others.


    Song Qingshu''s pursuit is to be invincible in the world and win the supreme position in the world.


    So Tang Xun, Li Zhan and other generations worshipped him.


    Xia Houli''s pursuit at the beginning seems very vague.


    He didn''t know why he was alive, so he woven a dream of the first black steel army in the world to deceive himself.


    He minimized his guilt by admitting that he was a unscrupulous soldier.


    He might have lived like this all the time.


    Not how successful, but not how gray.


    Until he met song Qingshu.


    Xia Houli weaves the strength of the black steel army to deceive himself.


    But that dream was shattered by song Qingshu''s purple blood soft sword.


    Xia Houli used his military identity to cover up his shamelessness.


    However, this layer of shame cloth was directly lifted by song Qingshu in words.


    So Xia Hou left when he was angry.


    He suddenly put down many previous shackles and felt quite relieved and relaxed.


    Now he really doesn''t want to be a soldier, but a real soldier!


    Only the strong can understand this strange emotion.


    So song Qingshu understood.


    After hearing Xia Houli''s words, song Qingshu was always indifferent, and a rare smile appeared on his cold face:


    "The battle of life and death, not a soldier, or a soldier?"


    Xia Houli nodded fiercely:


    "Soldier!"


    Song Qingshu laughed and the purple blood soft sword inserted in the stone soared in the air.


    Song Qingshu held out his hand and looked at Xia Houli who was about to do it:


    "Green book admire, please!"


    Song Qingshu went down with a sound.


    There was a sudden roar along the river.


    The air exploded, and the cold fog in the river water was blown to pieces like powder.


    Xia Houli, who was originally standing here, instantly crossed the powdery snow on the frozen river.


    When he reached half a foot in front of song Qingshu, he drank like thunder, holding a gun like holding an iron bar.


    He smashed at Song Qingshu unreasonably!


    The cold wind roared, and several sounds of crushing came from the ice on the water.


    In the ice broken by the wind, the river was rolling in horror.


    At the foot of song Qingshu, the thunder arc appeared and went out, and a thick fog seemed to melt into his body.


    The former leiling Fengshen leg allows song Qingshu to shrink into inches in an instant.


    The latter is shrouded in clouds and fog, which will definitely make the body shape of song Qingshu''s lightning, fire and stone pass away like a ghost.


    After pushing your speed to the limit.


    Song Qingshu stepped heavily on the solid ground and his body suddenly shook.


    Hold a knife in both hands... Jump to the top of your head and cut off the soldier who has become half an hour.


    Xia Hou''s face was expressionless. He broke the ice floe on the water, and then hit song Qingshu with a horizontal gun.


    This iron gun contains his infinite power at the cost of burning his life.


    This iron gun has his painful feeling and unwilling after reflecting on his life.


    Although song Qingshu is very powerful.


    But in the face of such a shot from Xia Hou, he couldn''t resist.


    Hearing a loud bang, he jumped into the cold wind of heaven and earth and fell to the river ice at a faster speed!


    Now the dark iron gun no longer dances in the cold wind and the sky, but is firmly held in Xia Houli''s hand.


    In perhaps the last battle of life, Xia Hou, who has been a soldier for too long, finally returned to the original world.


    Strength is endless, courage is born in waves, showing the style that a soldier really should have.


    At this time, Xia Hou left, his momentum climbed to the peak of his life, and his cultivation was close to the moxie Jia seen in Song Qingshu that day.


    After so many battles, song Qingshu was a little tired.


    So in front of Xia Hou''s one blow after another.


    Song Qingshu fell into a hand shaking, which is very rare to fall into a hard struggle.


    Xia Hou left the storm, smashed the ice floe, raised his gun and hit again!


    Song Qingshu was so angry that he broke the floating clouds, raised his sword and cut again!


    The air waves sputtered everywhere, and the sparks exploded at the sword edge of the gun tip.