"Cough, cough, cough."

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

He still covered his mouth and coughed fiercely. The sword meaning flew wantonly in the air with the spittle coughed up by song Qingshu.

Then he collapsed on the ground, and the pile of flesh and blood became more erosive.

From the block shape just visible, it turned into a pile of meat foam residue.

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

A moment later.

Song Qingshu just stood up and coughed a happy man with a happy and comfortable look.

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

Song Qingshu waved his sleeve.

Therefore, the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the black feather evil sect was in chaos, and a hurricane danced wildly in the sect.

So the blood and flesh before Song Qing's writing was scattered by the strong wind, scattered and disappeared.

"Those who can kill you are dead."

"If you want to go, go. I still say that."

"Fugitives, don't kill."

Song Qingshu put his hand behind his back and walked gently towards the closed place of moxie Jia.

Every step.

Song Qingshu would say one sentence rather blandly, and each sentence directly touched everyone's heartstrings.

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

After a little silence.

Among the black feather cult disciples who had not stepped into the second line of defense, someone shouted and spoke.

When the man finished speaking, nearly a hundred people echoed and ran out of the array with the first man's steps.

"Wait a minute."

Just when 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 light sound of hell Shura evil ghost.

I don't know why.

There was not even a trace of energy fluctuation in this sentence in the Ming, song and Qing books.

But when this sentence sounded.

The footsteps of those disciples of Heiyu evil sect who were eager to flee for their lives were directly frozen in place.

No one can get away.

"Song... Song Daoyou, what's up?"

Some of these escaped people looked at Song Qingshu and swallowed their saliva. They trembled uncontrollably.

Song Qingshu raised his eyes, glanced at the group, and then said:

"This time he escaped."

"You can practice for a while, and you can't disturb things in troubled times."

"You can enter Fengjian mountain villa and resist the sword thousands of miles under the bright moon and clear wind."

"You can also enter Tangmen Valley and think in the deep valley."

"If someone leaves in an attempt to retaliate, enter the Heiyu evil sect or other sects again."

"Then wait a few people like you."

When song Qingshu said this, his indifferent eyes focused on several of the hundreds of people.

The vitality of heaven and earth is slightly chaotic, and the breeze is noisy.

So several people in the crowd bent down for fear that their appearance would be remembered by song Qingshu.

They are all villains of Heiyu evil sect.

Killing, setting fire and bullying others are just ordinary scenes of life in their eyes.

There were even a few people who held several nuns in his residence.

When he left, he didn't forget to go and have a talk with the nuns and kill them.

After all, even he had to run for his own life, and there was room for others.

This is their truth.

But there is no reason here in Song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu didn't want to talk nonsense with these people, but brushed his sleeves.

There was a sudden death in the wind.

Sword Qi condenses.

Feel the murderous spirit in heaven and earth.

The expression of those villains was suddenly cold and wanted to say something, but they suddenly found a trace of sweetness in their mouth.

In the sweetness, there is a soft thing between their teeth.

Someone spit it out and found that it was his tongue.

Then their heads were disconnected from the Adam's apple.

It fell on the ground of the door and made a light sound of Dong.

It's like a heavy stone falling to the ground.

Their heads rolled, and a moment later the ground of the door was full of blood.

Several of the hundreds died in this way, and the rest hurriedly felt their necks with their hands.

I'm afraid there will be a blood line there. I'm afraid my neck will break, just like others.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"I've killed too many people recently. In fact, killing is really boring."

"However, in order to kill Mo Xie Jia who may kill me, it's boring if you want to be boring."

"But now, I think it's good to die a few less."

"These people deserve to die. You shouldn't. let's go. If you come back again, you'll end up in the same way."

When song Qingshu finished, he raised his feet and walked to the deep door of Heiyu evil sect.

After Song Qingshu left for a long time, some people in the Chinese side came back, and ran out of the array without blood.

After the group left the black feather evil sect, the first thing they did was not to think about what to do next.

But scream and cry.

"Ah!!"

Their screams and wails spread over the sky and floated for a long distance.

It was as if they could vent their tension a little by doing so.

In fact, song Qingshu is really not a bad man who does all kinds of evil.

Because he really killed the people he had to kill.

There were many opportunities for him to kill more people, but he didn't do it.

For example, the old people in grey with empty arrows and bows on heigang mountain.

For example, the trembling soldiers standing with swords at the foot of heigang mountain.

For example, the group who just chose to automatically escape from the black feather evil sect.

Song Qingshu could have directly wiped them out in darkness and despair.

But song Qingshu always hoped to reduce the number of deaths.

Because the warrior, in addition to having an invincible, tenacious and iron like heart of martial arts.

The warrior must also have a natural righteousness and have the spirit and chest of the world.

This is a topic repeatedly discussed by the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group:

"Heaven and earth Avenue will not embrace villains."

So song Qingshu was really careful not to become such a villain.

It can be said that the belief of the people of the black steel army was too heavy, and song Qingshu had to be killed.

Fortunately, the will of these people of Heiyu evil sect is not very firm.

Therefore, there are hundreds of innocent souls under the sword of song Qingshu.

So he was in a good mood and came to the second battle of Heiyu evil sect with a spring breeze smile.

In the second array, there was a black Pavilion towering into the clouds. I thought, moxie Jia stood here.

So song Qingshu was trying to break through.

The heaven and earth Avenue around him was in chaos.

There was a clear light on his face and a morning wind around him.

The most powerful killing array of the black feather evil sect is slowly beginning.

"You're here?"

Song Qingshu was about to tear up these arrays around him.

The voice of mohega came from the towering black Pavilion.

Song Qingshu stared at the black Pavilion and looked at the red blood and white bones under the pavilion.

After a long time, song Qingshu sighed:

"Heaven and earth do not embrace the wicked."

"But you keep killing people and turning other people's flesh and blood into your true yuan."

"Mohega, you are not human."