Song Qingshu said this.

On the mountain level, the already silent atmosphere became more silent.

Chen Kunling's lips wriggled for a long time before he blurted out a few words:

"How is this possible?"

"It's impossible!"

"Xia Hou's cultivation has already reached heaven and earth."

"His iron gun can sweep all the heroes in the world, and his iron fist can break a hill directly."

"Simplicity is a powerful truth, which has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of Xia Houli."

"He also said that he would lead the black steel army to dominate the world, and then move towards other dimensions based on the world!"

"How can you kill such a man when you say to kill him?"

Chen Kunling became more and more excited.

Speaking of the end, Chen Kunling's lips are splashed with foam stars.

The mood is even more intense.

Seeing that Chen Kunling was so excited, song Qingshu couldn't help laughing:

"So, what do you mean?"

"If I met Xia Houli, then it was me who died?"

"But you're also right. Men like Xia Houli are really not what I want to kill."

When Chen Kunling heard the speech, he said coldly:

"That is! If Lord Xia Houli tries his best, you're afraid you can't hold him! "

"Don't mention the thin soft sword in your hand."

"Even if thousands of troops are galloping and millions of soldiers come with swords, it's just a joke in front of Xia Houli!"

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling's calm, almost crazy eyes, smiled and shook his head:

"It seems that Xia Houli's personality charm is really not shallow."

"Since you are so confident in Xia Houli's strength, I have to hit you a little."

"Chen Kunling! Look, what is this? "

Song Qingshu said.

While taking out a metal object from the storage bag, he threw it on the ground three feet in front of Chen Kunling.

That's the head of a gun.

A silent gun head that gives people an inexplicable sense of massiness.

A gun head so sharp that it can be inserted into the rock without force.

The head of the gun was sharp and cold.

Under the Mottled sunshine on the sky.

There was a faint glow on the shiny head of the gun.

Even after a long distance, it seems that people can't help feeling cold.

But if it's an ordinary person, it's just not looking at the gun head.

But in Chen Kunling's eyes.

From the moment the head of the gun appeared, his brain couldn't help buzzing.

It was as if something had collapsed and shattered in his brain.

Chen Kunling's feet were empty and his face was like earth. After he stared at the gun head for a long time, he stammered:

"How did you get this... This gun head?"

Song Qingshu pointed to the fracture between the gun head and the gun body.

Chen Kunling gathered his sight there along the direction of song Qingshu's fingers.

The muzzle was not flat.

It was a plane at first.

But this plane only extends down three minutes.

Then there was an inexplicable sense of distortion floating at the muzzle of the gun.

It was the inexplicable twisted mouth that tore the head and body of the iron gun alive.

so

In the sword with the head cut off.

The sword wielder must have cut into the iron gun with great force.

Then he exhausted himself and stopped for a while before he cut it down again.

"You don't have to guess."

"I cut off the head of the gun with a sword."

"Xia Houli's iron gun is still too hard after all. Cutting off the gun head broke my left shoulder."

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling, who was stunned. He didn't know what had happened. He smiled and said.

As song Qingshu spoke, he inserted the purple blood soft sword into the soil and rubbed his shoulder with his right hand.

After listening to song Qingshu's remarks.

The people behind Chen Kunling immediately set off bursts of riots.

"That's Xiahou Li's gun head?"

"No, it's impossible! Lord Xia Houli's strength is beyond our imagination. How could he die? "

"If that's really the gun head of Lord Xia Houli, isn't it..."

Xia Houli's significance to the black steel army.

It is as important as moxie Jia to Heiyu evil sect.

As long as he is still there, no matter what the death or injury of the sect's talents is, it doesn't hurt their vitality.

But if people are gone, even if no one in the sect dies, it will be a great loss of vitality.

Song Qingshu listened to the comments from the black steel army and couldn't help provoking it gently from the corners of his mouth:

"Everybody, do you feel shocked?"

"In fact, you have nothing to shock, because you are just seeing things and thinking about people."

"I just couldn't bear to cut off Xia Hou's head. Otherwise, what you see now is not an iron gun, but..."

Song Qingshu's words just came to his mouth and didn't spit out.

However, Chen Kunling's roar has already interrupted song Qingshu's remarks:

"Shut up!"

"Lord Xia Houli will never die in your hands. Song Qingshu, don't deceive the public here!"

After roaring Song Qing's book.

Chen Kunling listened to the riots behind him and roared at him like an angry lion:

"Enough! Do you really believe that Lord Xia Houli is dead? "

"If you don't believe Xia Houli's strength, I suggest you commit suicide on the spot!"

"If you still think you are a member of the black steel army, shut up and wait for orders."

After Chen Kunling roared, the riots on the mountain level immediately calmed down.

Song Qingshu looked at the madness and heat in Chen Kunling's eyes and couldn't help laughing:

"Chen Kunling, you are really Xia Hou's fan brother. Do you two have anything good about Longyang?"

Hearing this, Chen Kunling is no longer willing to talk nonsense with song Qingshu.

Because he knew that Xia Houli was dead.

But everyone knows something about Xia Houli.

Basically, we all know that Xia Houli regards his gun as his life.

Now Song Qingshu cut off his gun head, which is no different from cutting off Xia Houli's head.

But it was precisely because Chen Kunling knew about it that he had to calm down.

Because only a cohesive army can have combat effectiveness.

If there is cohesion, there can be no riots.

So.

Xia Houli must live!

Even if only live in this confrontation, even if only live in the hearts of others.

At this point, Chen Kunling looked into song Qingshu's eyes.

Full of resentment and desire to kill.

Song Qingshu looked into Chen Kunling's eyes and gently raised his mouth:

"It seems that you already know the truth?"

Chen Kunling said indifferently:

"I don't know anything. I only know that even if you are an eagle, you will die under the siege of our mole ants!"

Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword and pointed to Chen Kunling:

"Try?"