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Chapter 375

The old man in gray frowned, looking at the hole in Song Qingshu's bloody chest.

He took a deep look into the hole.

But there is only a white line in the hole, and there is nothing else.

Not even a trace of blood leaked from the hole.

"how come?"

The old man in gray stared at the hole for a long time, finally heaved a sigh and murmured rather disappointed.

Song Qingshu shrugged, raised his hand and patted the non-existing dust on his bloody clothes.

Then Song Qingshu looked at the gray-clothed old man and his trembling palm when he drew the bowstring, and smiled slightly: "The killing intent gathers on the bowstring, the string is like a moon, and the bow is like thunder."

"Others shot a flying arrow, and there are traces to follow, but you shot an inch of killing intent."

"The killing intent cannot be found, but it is much stronger than flying arrows."

"Hmm...not bad?"

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, and a playful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Then Song Qingshu shook his head, thinking about the bow without an arrow just now, and joked with a smile.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the old man in gray didn't take it seriously at first, then he was displeased, and then he became a little angry.

Immediately, the gray-clothed old man had a gloomy face, and then raised his bow, facing Song Qingshu's chest with both bow and string, and opened his lips: "My bow is not bad?"

"Song Qingshu, if I attack with all my strength, even Xia Houli won't be able to stop him."

"You are just a Golden Core cultivator. It is my kindness not to kill you. Could it be that you really think you are strong?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"That's it, but after I took an arrow from you, how can I still stand tall?"

The falcon-like pupils of the gray-clothed old man tightened, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily:

"I was soft before, and I never shot with all my strength!"

"Besides, did my unbearable arrow really leave you unscathed?"

"Song Qingshu, you are just trying to hold on."

"Or do you think that I will believe that my bow can't even kill a Jindan Ninth Layer cultivator?!"

Song Qingshu spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face:

"Since you think so, there is nothing I can do."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, the vitality in the world gradually gathered on the bowstring in the hands of the old man in gray.

After confirming that the artistic conception of his next bow was complete, the gray-clothed old man returned to his cold face: "You can't help it, but I can."

"Song Qingshu, how about taking another bow from me?"

Song Qingshu looked at the murderous intent on the old man's bow with interest, then raised his head and smiled after a while: "So what if I catch it?"

The grey-clothed old man's face is still as cold as snow:

"Scrape the bones and remove the flesh, it's up to you."

heard.

The smile on Song Qingshu's face was even wider.

Then Song Qingshu nodded and agreed to the condition.

The grey-clothed old man's face was stable, and he let out a stern voice, like a warning from an eagle soaring above the sky and earth: "Ha!"

The stern voice of the gray-clothed old man resounded in the sky.

His killing intent reached Song Qingshu's neck faster than the stern voice.

clang!

The shock was like a bolt of lightning exploding in the sky.

hum!

The invisible killing intent was like a sword gleaming with cold light.

The bowstring of the old man in gray trembled rapidly, like a trembling wolf hair pen on a piece of white rice paper.

It's just that the slight swing of the Langhao brush is to depict a calligraphy art with a full artistic conception on the white rice paper.

But the rapid trembling of the bowstring is to see the blood.

In other words, it was to see the blood red on Song Qingshu's chest.

In the waiting and expectation of the gray-clothed old man.

His bow intent and murderous aura hit Song Qingshu's chest heavily.

A muffled sound.

Dust splashed on Song Qingshu's bloody coat.

There was still no blood stain on the white line on the chest just now, but the white line became deeper.

Seems to see flesh and blood, but always a little short.

When the old man in gray saw this, his faith tended to collapse.

The two bows he shot just now are works full of his artistic conception.

But a bow is just a rag.

The other bow just made the white line on Song Qingshu's chest more visible.

How could he accept such a situation?

"Ahh! Impossible!"

The old man in gray was silent for a moment, and then he drew his bow violently.

The killing intent in the bowstring keeps gathering and shooting out!

The old man in gray drew nearly a thousand bows in one breath.

The strings are plucked thousands of times in an instant, and each time is smooth and powerful, with a sharp and infinite edge.

Naturally, the bowstring of such an old man in gray couldn't be considered weak.

But the old man in gray was wrong, he picked the wrong opponent.

After Song Qingshu stepped into the Ninth Layer of Golden Core, the Golden Core in Song Qingshu's belly seemed to have life.

No matter how strong Song Qingshu was, it was impossible to stop the two bows of the old man in gray just now.

The reason why the bowstring trembles but the blood does not splatter.

It was precisely because the bowstring of the gray-clothed old man was completely absorbed by the attraction of Song Qingshu's golden alchemy.

Thousands of bows shot at Song Qingshu with killing intent.

The golden core in Song Qingshu's stomach trembled, and then a colorful glow emerged.

Under the illumination of the colorful rays of light, Song Qingshu's muscles and bones became more crystal clear and stronger.

The vitality of heaven and earth on the surface of Song Qingshu's skin began to flow.

So Song Qingshu's skin surface had the power to absorb damage.

The killing intent of Qianqian Gong was absorbed into Song Qingshu's body like the previous two bows.

The killing intent of thousands of bows became the source of majestic power in his body.

To Song Qingshu, the ultimate move that should have seen blood has become a spring breeze that nourishes the body.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, especially the old man in gray.

Nearly a thousand muffled sounds came from Song Qingshu's chest, but only a white line appeared on his chest.

There is nothing else.

The gray-clothed old man shot nearly a thousand bows in one breath, severely hurting his vitality.

A bloodstain flowed from the corner of the grey-clothed old man's mouth, and he coughed a few times.

Looking at the blood he coughed up on the ground, the old man in gray smiled wryly:

"I never thought that it's me who draws the bow, but it's still me who bleeds?"

"Song Qingshu, why?"

Song Qingshu raised his hand and patted the white line on his chest, then stretched again, smiling and indifferent.

The absorptive power of the colorful golden elixir, which was cultivated to perfection, made Song Qingshu smile brightly.

So the bows of the old man in gray didn't make Song Qingshu feel angry, but instead made him feel very happy.

Now Song Qingshu is in a good mood, so he didn't kill anyone.

He turned around directly, walked towards the teleportation array, and ignored the lost gray-clothed old man.

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu's retreating back, angrily:

"Don't you look down on me? Song Qingshu, didn't I say that if I lose, then my life will be yours?"

Song Qingshu carried the old man in gray on his back, and laughed:

"The moment you stop drawing your bow, your faith and your bow die."

Chapter 376

Seven-color Golden Core Jue can be said to be the strongest Golden Core Qigong in the world, there is no doubt about it.