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"If you still want to survive, kneel down and knock your head a few times, and I will let you be the elder!"

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"No, get out."

Chapter 314

Song Qingshu's curse.

In the eyes of the owner of Tangmen Valley Valley and Fengjian Villa, they were really arrogant.

Although in their hearts, Song Qingshu now has the Yuan Ying triple, and even stronger strength.

But the opponent is Mo Yejia.

The strongest man in this world!

If Mo Xiejia was a love talent just now, he was willing to talk to Song Qingshu for so long.

So now, Mo Yejia has no reason not to make a move, right?

At this point, the two of them suddenly felt a little trance.

They began to doubt whether the vision of the future that the Lord of Samsara let them see is true.

It is clear.

Song Qingshu today may not even survive today, so why is it invincible?

How can you become the Lord of Heaven?

But Mo Yejia's next move made the two of them even more puzzled.

Mo Yejia faced Song Qingshu nakedly provoking.

At first, he was taken aback, and then stood there for the first time, and he was two people with the rumored bloodthirsty and brutality.

"Song Qingshu, I hope you will still be alive in the near future."

Mo Xiejia raised his hand, brushed a strand of blue silk on his face, looked at Song Qingshu, and said with a vicious smile.

Song Qingshu drew out the purple blood soft sword, the sword pointed at Mo Xiejia:

"I am not dead, it has nothing to do with you."

"After you shook that shocking palm, the true vitality aura under your body appeared in a state of vain."

"Later, you pretended to be a force to suppress me, to spend all the true vitality aura remaining in your body, Mo Xie Jia, the damn thing is you."

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia raised his brows like willow leaves slightly, and said with interest: "My real body is still in retreat. This body was left after I prevented the Black Feather Sect from turmoil decades ago."

"But, Song Qingshu, how did you see it?"

In fact, Mo Xiejia's self-proclaimed True Yuan clone.

As early as Song Qingshu took that shocking palm, he could tell it by the power of sweeping it.

It was precisely because Mo Xiejia had little vitality left in his clone now.

That's why Mo Xiejia didn't choose to pursue and kill after that palm.

At this point, Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"How can I tell what's wrong with you? Mo Yejia, I just want to remind you, don't take yourself too importantly!"

"In this world, there are too many people with greater abilities than you."

Hear the words.

Mo Yejia looked at Song Qingshu's eyes, and there was a hint of puzzlement:

"You are not from this world?"

Song Qingshu nodded.

Mo Xie Jiahaha smiled, and the figure behind became an illusion of countless crows.

The flock of crows flew towards the sky, crying again and again.

"Song Qingshu, I will leave the customs in half a month at the slowest time, but I am already at the sixth level of Yuan Ying, you'd better leave this world early."

"Or, with infinite despair, wait for death."

"Mo kill, thirty-six thousand cuts!"

Just when the first two sentences of Mo Yejia came.

The ancestors of Pengshan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, never thinking that Mo Xiejia would make a move.

But Song Qingshu has been waiting for his third sentence.

In other words, Song Qingshu had already seen the killing intent deep in Mo Xiejia's eyes.

So Song Qingshu knew that Mo Xiejia would definitely take action.

Moreover, it should be the strongest killer move that Mo Yejia can show in the current situation!

Just after Mo Xiejia called out 36,000 cuts.

All the crows that had gone far away let out a mournful cry, and then turned into sword intent, and slashed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at these tens of thousands of sword intents, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand shuddered with excitement: "It's not the first time I have seen this picture of the crow Hengkong."

"The first time I saw Crow Hengkong, it was the three elders of Guizong who exhausted the changes in kendo, but I cut a sword."

"Today's thirty-six thousand cuts, the only kind of sword intent, is like slashing thirty-six thousand knives in one breath, then I will exhaust one change!"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword intent among the 36,000 crows, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xiejia coldly looked at Song Qingshu from the sky, and murmured:

"This sword can cut Yuan Ying's fourfold, Song Qingshu, how do you carry it?"

Song Qingshu placed the purple blood soft sword in front of him.

The clouds and mists lingering and forming are all around him.

As Song Qingshu raised the horizontal purple blood soft sword and asked the sky.

Behind Song Qingshu, there was a sound of waves hitting the shore.

"Cui Lan Chao Hai Jue! Sword Power, Chao Hai!"

Song Qingshu roared in a low voice, then suddenly raised his sword.

The sword light is as bright as the moon and snow.

The sword is like a sea like a river.

As Song Qingshu kept waving the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

In the sword circle with Song Qingshu as the dot and Zixue soft sword as the radius.

Full of sword intent!

The breeze can't reach the corner of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu Qingsi does not wet the morning rain.

Thoughtfulness is continuous and endless.

The momentum is surging and magnificent!

In the eyes of others, Song Qingshu seemed to just raise his hand and cut a few swords.

However, these swords have cut out an ocean-like sword world!

Mo Yejia's 36,000 cuts turned into a crow.

Facing the ocean of sword intent that Song Qingshu had turned into with a soft sword in his hand.

clang!

clang!

clang!

When the crow entered the sea, there were several violent sounds of metal.

A crow rang, and Song Qingshu's mouth trembled.

Thirty-six thousand crows are thirty-six thousand sounds.

Song Qingshu's tiger's mouth was already stained with blood, as if he could see Senbai's hand bones through the broken flesh.

But anyway.

Song Qingshu relies on the six levels of Jin Dan.

Lively took a cut that Yuan Ying's four-tier powerhouse could not handle.

So he is very proud.

Song Qingshu raised his head proudly, looked at Mo Xiejia proudly, and smiled proudly.

"Song Qingshu, you will be the most terrifying opponent in my life."

"In half a month, I will find you, and then kill you."

Mo Xiejia's eyes were calm, looked at Song Qingshu, and said.

After saying that, Mo Yejia's figure completely disappeared on the skyline, and was nowhere to be seen.

Song Qingshu took out a healing elixir from the storage bag, swallowed it, and recovered his injured palm.

"Huh, this Mo Xiejia is indeed a human being. It seems that I can't improve my realm without hurrying!"

Song Qingshu looked at the palm of his hand as he recovered, sighed, and murmured a little anxiously.

And before Song Qingshu adjusted his breathing.

Two people appeared beside the Samsara Lake.

Appeared behind these two people.

On the left, there are all the powerful Nascent Souls of Fengjian Villa, and the other Sword Villa owners attached to Fengjian Villa.

On the right, there are countless strong men in Tangmen Valley, and they all hold a metal lotus lightly in their hands, which is an angry lotus for the Buddha...

The owner of Fengjian Villa and the valley owner of Tangmen Valley looked at the two leaders, and said in unison: "Master?"

"father!"

Chapter 315

Among the people.

Standing on the left is leading the master of Fengjian Villa.

He is also the former owner of Fengjian Villa, a peerless master who naturally entered the fourth level of Yuan Ying ten years ago.

His Heavenly Sword further merged the grandeur of heaven and the spirit of sword.

Beside him is a man known as the old sword master.

Although the old teacher was only in Yuanying's triple realm, the sharp sword in his eyes made Song Qingshu feel a little numb.

Standing behind the old sword master.

They are the four major owners of Hongjian Villa, Changxue Villa, Tianbai Villa and Chongyang Villa.

Six strong Yuan Ying stood in front of Song Qingshu, and the lowest one also had the terrifying cultivation base of Yuan Ying Erzhongtian.

Song Qingshu couldn't take a few steps back to the right.

Because the one on his right is the father of the current Valley Lord of Tangmen Valley.

That is, the old valley owner of Tangmen Valley.

There are not as many people from Tangmen as Fengjian Villa.