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"These people deserve to die, you shouldn't, let's go, if you come back again, the same will end."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked toward the depths of the Black Feather Evil Sect's sect.

Song Qingshu left for a long time, only one of the group of people recovered, and the back ran away bloodlessly.

After the group of people left the Black Feather Evil Sect, the first thing they did was not to think about what to do next.

But screaming and crying.

"what!"

Their screams and wailing rang above the sky, drifting a long distance.

As if they could just vent their tension a little bit by doing this.

In fact, Song Qingshu is really not a bad guy who doesn't do anything evil.

Because he really killed the people who had to.

There are also many opportunities for him to kill more people, but he has never done it.

For example, the group of gray-clothed old men holding empty bows on Heigang Mountain.

For example, the group of trembling warriors holding swords under the Heigang Mountain.

For example, the group of people who just chose to leave the Black Feather Evil Sect automatically.

Song Qinglai could directly wipe them out in darkness and despair.

But Song Qingshu hopes to reduce the number of deaths every time.

Because the martial artist has a heart that is invincible and tough as iron.

The warrior must also have a natural righteousness, with the courage and chest of the world in mind.

This is a topic repeatedly discussed by those great emperors in the Tiandi chat group: "The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth will not embrace the wicked."

So Song Qingshu was really careful not to be such a villain.

But the people of the Black Steel Army had too heavy beliefs, and Song Qingshu had to kill.

Fortunately, this group of people of the Black Feather Evil Sect can't talk about how firm their will is.

So Song Qingshu's sword is missing hundreds of injustices.

So he was in a very good mood, and smiled like a spring breeze and came to the second formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

In the second formation, there was a black pavilion towering high into the clouds, and Mo Xiejia stood here when he thought about it.

So Song Qingshu was trying to break the battle.

The avenue of heaven and earth around him suddenly became chaotic.

There was light hitting his face, and the morning breeze lingered around him.

The black feather evil sect's most powerful killing formation is slowly kicking off.

"You came?"

Song Qingshu was about to tear through these formations around him.

Mo Yejia's voice came from the towering black pavilion.

Song Qingshu stared at the black pavilion, at the red blood and white bones of the pavilion.

After a long time, Song Qingshu sighed faintly:

"The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth does not embrace the wicked."

"But you keep killing people, turning the flesh and blood of others into your true essence."

"Mo Yejia, you are not human."

Chapter 388

After hearing these accusations from Song Qingshu.

There were several loud laughs from Mo Yejia in the black pavilion before Song Qing wrote: "Hahaha. Interesting, very interesting."

Song Qingshu raised his brows, and the purple blood soft sword inserted into the magic circle under his feet, hindering the operation of the circle.

Then his face was as cold as frost, and he said indifferently:

"Why is it interesting?"

Mo Yejia's voice came from above the attic faintly, like a puff of smoke: "Because I think you are hypocritical, so I think you are very funny."

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Why hypocritical?"

Mo Yejia pushed open the iron windows on the top of the black pavilion.

With a leap, he stood on the eaves of the black pavilion.

Song Qingshu looked up at Mo Xiejia.

Watching Mo Yejia's shoulder-length black hair fluttering in the air.

Looking at him with a smile on the surface, but in reality, his eyes are as cold as snow, indifferent.

Mo Yejia squatted on the eaves, his indifference turned into a playful smile: "What is hypocrisy?"

"Because you are a fake saint, a fake compassion, and a fake heart."

"Since Dongnian kills people, shouldn't the thousands of people who stand in the way be chopped down together?"

"Since you are determined to do so, why bother to say something, God won't embrace the wicked?"

"I went to see you earlier, I wouldn't hate you so much."

"Now, I really want to vomit to you."

Mo Yejia held a black scroll in his right hand and lightly squeezed a glass of sake in his left hand.

While insulting Song Qingshu, he was still reading.

The words are gentle and not solemn, just like a teacher.

And now in the formation, Song Qingshu tried his best to restrain the movement of the formation.

It was like a stupid student who did something wrong and was taught a lesson by the master.

Song Qingshu's right hand was against the hilt, his left hand clenched, and a fist fell on the hilt of the purple blood soft sword.

Bang!

An extremely harsh sound came from the blade of the purple blood soft sword.

Afterwards, the most terrifying massacre of the Black Feather Evil Sect could no longer exert any power.

With the broken eyes.

The vitality of heaven and earth that should have come violently to Song Qingshu has also turned into a spring breeze and rain, and went away.

Song Qingshu met Mo Xiejia's eyes:

"You are sick of my false kindness."

"That's because you are finally afraid of me."

"If it wasn't because you were afraid of me, why bother to vomit me?"

"What do you mean, Moyejia?"

Hear the words.

Mo Xiejia fell into a long silence immediately.

After a long time, Mo Xiejia sighed slightly:

"perhaps you're right."

"The Evil Black Feather Sect has been standing in the world for hundreds of years, and it is true that the Evil Black Feather Sect has never encountered it before."

"Regardless of the strong golden core, the Black Feather Evil Sect Master alone has lost dozens of strong Nascent Souls."

"Those are not people, those are the background and confidence."

"But if my Black Feather Sect Master suffered a terrible loss."

"Heisha Pavilion, Black Steel Army, Tianyumen."

"Now all three sects will perish."

"Song Qingshu, how can you do this?"

Mo Xiezong drank the glass of sake in his left hand, and then looked at Song Qingshu, frowning slightly.

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, indicating that he was unwilling to talk nonsense with Mo Xiejia.

Now the blood coat on his body has not been washed white.

The blood coat is still fluttering.

And his fighting spirit has reached the pinnacle of life.

An intent to fight lingered deep into the cloud.

Song Qingshu today.

People are the most powerful people.

The sword is the sharpest sword.

If he missed this opportunity to annihilate Mo Xie Jia, then Song Qingshu was really not sure that he could steadily defeat him.

So Song Qingshu walked to the second circle of Black Feather Evil Sect.

The second circle is even simpler than the first circle.

Except for the faintly looming light-colored brilliance above the screen, even the beautiful formations never existed.

Song Qingshu looked at the extremely simple scene and sneered:

"Mo Xiejia, has the principle of being simple and powerful also become your life creed?"

Mo Xiejia stopped listening to Song Qingshu, and quietly breathed out cross-legged.

Previously, Mo Xie Jia swallowed all the Golden Core disciples of Black Feather Evil Sect.

Those ignorant and low-powered disciples became Mo Xiejia's best blood food.

At this time, the vitality in his body had reached the peak, and the vitality was disordered to the extreme.

It can be said that at this time, even if only a little bit of vitality is pouring into Mo Yejia's body in the world.

Moxiejia will die in violence, or go into a demon and die.

And if it is safe enough to survive this time.

Then Mo Xiejia can not only raise her strength to the sixth realm of Yuan Ying.

He can even stabilize his realm at the pinnacle of Yuan Ying's sixth layer.

At that time, even if Song Qingshu has more methods.

In the face of Mo Xiejia's true strength, she could not escape the end of a deadly death.

One thought ends here.

A smile appeared on Mo Xiejia's cold, snowy face.

The eyes that looked at Song Qingshu were full of jokes.

"Single sword breaks through the mountain with palms?"

"Song Qingshu, no matter how many legendary stories you have, why not?"

"When I get down to the dark attic, I will definitely screw your head off by myself."

"At that time, I will see if the smile on your face will be such a disgusting confidence."

As soon as Mo Xiejia thought of this, he stopped paying attention to Song Qingshu.