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A crisp sound.

The eyes of the deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect, who had originally looked indifferent, were suddenly filled with fear.

Then the deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect desperately wanted to turn his head away.

But Song Qingshu's cultivation at this time is already unfathomable, how could he be given any chance?

Then a bang sounded on the head of the deputy chief soldier.

To be precise, it exploded on his left forehead.

As a result, half of his face and brains shattered together, and he didn't know whether it was blood, brains, or other juices mixed together.

It condensed into a handful of strange juice in the air.

"what!"

The deputy chief soldier felt that half of his head was shattered by the bullet, and screamed in pain.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, then played again with his fingers.

puff.

With a loud bang, a blood hole the size of a sea bowl popped out of the deputy chief soldier's chest.

Song Qingshu moved his finger and bent again.

puff.

With a splash of blood, the deputy chief soldier's knee was directly shattered, and the shattered bones flew like dust.

"what."

"Song Qingshu, I'll ride your mother! If you have the guts, kill me, if you have the guts, don't torture me like this!"

The deputy chief soldier is in the half-step Yuanying realm, so his body is like this, but his spirit is still sober.

Then he screamed out, his words were full of slander and provocation towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu thinks he is loud.

So he flicked again.

puff.

A flower of blood bloomed on the deputy commander's neck.

Then the deputy chief soldier could only stare at Song Qingshu in despair, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.

"kill you?"

"It's very boring and simple."

"I can cover you to death with one palm, or slowly torture you to death."

"Now I choose the latter because you killed the person I originally wanted to kill."

"Then how can I forgive you?"

Song Qingshu walked up to the Vice President, looked at him indifferently, and opened his lips like a Shura.

Finished talking.

Song Qingshu's throat was itchy.

So Song Qingshu clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it to his mouth, just about to cough.

At this time, dozens of powerful people from the Black Feather Evil Sect who came out against the flow of people had also come to Song Qingshu's side.

"Shuzi! Dare."

"Song Qingshu, hurry up and stop, I have already reported the matter here to Lord Mo Xiejia, and Lord Mo Xiejia will be leaving soon."

"Song Qingshu, let the deputy chief soldier go, and lead the casual cultivators out of the formation to leave. The Black Feather Evil Sect can still tolerate you!"

Song Qingshu didn't care about the first few sentences.

Until the last sentence sounded.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky with interest.

I saw the big array of guardians in the sky and the world.

The formations that were just shattered by Song Qingshu's palms are now all connected together, looking intact.

The patterns between the lines are delicate and beautiful, and there is no feeling of being broken at all.

Now Song Qingshu is the only one in the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Besides, Patriarch Pengshan and others could only stand outside the formation, looking forward to it.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, a little displeased.

Some people saw that Song Qingshu tightly locked the smile between his brows, and thought that Song Qingshu was worried that one person would die if he broke into the clan.

Then someone said:

"Song Qingshu! I heard that you broke into the mountain where the Black Steel Army is with a single sword."

"Although I don't know how you got out."

"But come to think of it, when you stand alone with your sword, you probably won't be so happy and unrestrained."

"After all, the loneliness of one person against the whole world is not good, right?"

"Now that you're leaving, that's the best thing you can do."

Song Qingshu didn't say anything, he raised his hand to his mouth, and then coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Song Qingshu coughed countless times, and everyone could only see that Song Qingshu's face became paler.

Then everyone saw lines of blood appearing on the body of the deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

With a breeze blowing, the Taoist robe on the deputy chief soldier was broken into pieces of rags.

Then everyone saw the deputy chief soldier of the Black Feather Evil Sect collapsed into a pile of rotten flesh.

Then everyone couldn't see anything.

Because blood lines appeared on their hands, their palms fell off.

Appeared on the swords in their hands, so the bright sword became dim.

It appeared on the robes they were wearing, and there were streaks of blood under the robes.

Appeared above their eyes, so their eyes were dark, and the world became night.

So they wanted to scream, but the red thread on their necks silenced them.

puff.puff.

Crash.

Then came a few sounds.

Someone's head tilted, and the whole head fell to the ground.

Someone fell straight forward, and then the whole person fell into a pool of flesh and blood.

Chapter 387 Not a villain and not a person

"Cough cough cough."

Song Qingshu seemed unable to see that the people around him had turned into flesh and blood.

He still covered his mouth and coughed fiercely, and the sword intent flew freely in the air along with Song Qingshu's coughed up saliva.

Then collapsed on the ground, the pile of flesh and blood became even more rotten.

From the lumpy shape that was still visible just now, it turned into a pile of meaty scum.

When the wind blows, flesh and blood droplets rise up against the wind.

After a while.

Just now Song Qingshu stood upright, coughed profusely, and his expression was a little carefree and comfortable.

Then he looked at the piles of flesh and blood in front of him, his expression as indifferent as snow.

Song Qingshu waved his sleeves.

As a result, the heaven and earth atmosphere in the Black Feather Evil Sect was in chaos, and a hurricane danced wildly in the sect.

So the puddles of flesh and blood in front of Song Qingshu were blown away by the strong wind, scattered away, and disappeared without a trace.

"The one who can kill you is dead."

"Leave if you want, I still say that."

"The fugitive, don't kill."

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, and walked lightly towards the place where Mo Xiejia was retreating.

Every step you take.

Song Qingshu would say a sentence quite plainly, and every sentence directly touched everyone's heartstrings.

"If you stay here, you will suffer a lot! Everyone, come with me."

After a little silence.

Among the disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect who hadn't stepped into the second line of defense, someone shouted wildly.

After this person finished speaking, nearly a hundred people echoed and ran out of the formation following the pace of the first person.

"Wait a minute."

Just when these hundreds of people were about to leave the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qingshu's lazy voice sounded in everyone's ears, just like the whisper of a ghost from hell.