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Chapter 391: No Wind in the City

Song Qingshu stood under the moon.

Standing in the cool breeze.

Standing downstairs in the black male city.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky.

Looking at the man upstairs.

The man held the book in his right hand.

Squeeze the wine glass in his left hand.

Long black hair flowing.

The bright moonlight hit the man's delicate face.

Undoubtedly revealed the hideous and regretful look on that person's face.

Mo Xiejia lowered his head and looked at Song Qingshu, a rare smile appeared on his indifferent Ruxue's face: "This male city is my world."

"So I am invincible in this world."

"Even if you want to enter this world, it depends on my arrangements."

"In my arrangement, only strong men who are the same as Yuan Ying Sixth Layer can stand in my world."

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and the vitality from the sky surged toward his chest.

for a long time.

Song Qingshu's raised chest just let out a sigh of relief.

Then Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully:

"Mo Yejia, I'm here in your city. It seems that it's just that way?"

Mo Xiejia sneered indifferently when he heard the words.

Immediately, Mo Yejia raised his left hand flat in the air.

The breeze came slowly.

A cup of sake appeared in Mo Yejia's left hand.

Mo Xiejia's heart moved, and the cold sake in his hand became a little warm.

Then Mo Xiejia placed the wine two feet in front of him.

He lowered his head and looked at Song Qingshu who was looking towards him from the bottom of the black attic, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "A glass of drunken wind and dust."

"A glass of wine laughs life."

"Song Qingshu, will you be stunned by everyone or will you stand out from the crowd?"

"No matter what will happen to you, just come here first."

Song Qingshu stood proudly, his eyes full of indifference:

"It's only a few steps past."

"How difficult can it be?"

After Song Qingshu said that, suddenly there was a thunder arc at his feet soaring like a silver dragon, and there were thick clouds and heavy mists around him like smoke.

In an instant, Lei Ling Fengshen's legs and Yunyan Mimiao were urged to the extreme by Song Qingshu.

Immediately, Song Qingshu's figure almost turned into a remnant cloud in the moonlight.

Match the worn-out blood coat of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was like a red cloud on the sky that was blown by the strong wind.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, the world is next to each other.

The black attic where Mo Xiejia was originally located was more than two hundred feet away from Song Qingshu.

But under Song Qingshu's extreme speed.

These two hundred feet are just one step away from Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu stepped out of his right foot first, and the distance of one hundred meters had passed.

However, before Song Qingshu stepped out of his left foot, Mo Xiejia's crisp voice came from the black attic: "I said earlier."

"This male city is my small world."

"So the ruler of this world is naturally me."

"So in this world."

"There will be no thunder in the air."

"The dew is as heavy as iron, and the sunset glow is not there."

"That's the case, the Three Realms are impermanent, there is no happiness, there is a way of nature, everything is nothing, no wind or dew, no fog or electricity."

Song Qingshu couldn't help but raised his brows slightly when he heard this.

The thunder had never exploded, so naturally there would be no thunder arc flashing at Song Qingshu's feet.

If the dew is heavy and iron, then naturally there will be no fog flying on Song Qingshu's side.

Even if the sunset is not so far from the horizon, there won't be any traces of beautiful remnants.

So Song Qingshu only took a half step.

His figure appeared in the majestic black city.

There is still a hundred feet away from the black pavilion.

When Song Qingshu turned Lei Ling Fengshen's legs and misty mist to the extreme.

Song Qingshu's speed is like imperial wind, and like riding a cloud, he can climb mountains and ridges in a short time, and can shrink thousands of miles and an inch at every turn.

Looking at Mo Xiejia sitting cross-legged more than a hundred meters away, Song Qingshu's blood robe trembled slightly, and the dust slowly floated.

He looked extremely solemn and his body looked extremely heavy, as if he could not take another step.

The exciting thunder arcs dissipated, and the rather beautiful white mists also dissipated.

Song Qingshu frowned and murmured to himself:

"The power of the law?"

"Is the chance that the Lord of Samsara told me about this city?"

After that, Song Qingshu looked forward to looking forward to it, looking at it, it was a little different, but he couldn't see the world.

As Mo Yejia's voice sounded, the environment around this male city suddenly changed strangely.

A lake in the city no longer shimmered, and the willows on the lake bank were unable to hang down.

Even the ever-changing bright moon and clear light on the black attic seemed to condense, and the breeze was no longer.

There was silence under the black attic, and the rustling pages that Mo Xiejia held in her hand were all peaceful now.

With Mo Yejia's murmur, the world and everything in the city returned to the original state countless thousands of years ago, calmly making people feel palpitation.

In such a quiet world absolutely.

Without the wind, how could Song Qingshu walk with the wind?

Without Lulai across the river, how could Song Qingshu fly by stepping on Lulai?

There is no electricity to blast into the air, how can Song Qingshu be like electricity?

This is an extremely unreasonable world, but because this is Moyejia's world.

So it might have its own truth?

So in this extremely unreasonable world.

Song Qingshu's figure was forced to hover in this extremely unreasonable world.

He didn't touch the ground, and then slowly fell, the blood cloak that was blown by the wind became quiet, no longer trembling, and his face became paler and paler.

"Is this your world law?"

"I have never fought against other people's worlds, so I can't believe it."

"I want to come, after this battle, my strength will become stronger, right?"

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently, looked up at Mo Xiejia, and muttered.

Mo Yejia is indifferent:

"These nonsense, wait until you come out of my male city, right?"

Song Qingshu nodded and agreed with Mo Yejia's remarks.

If you want to absorb experience, you must have the life to remember and learn.

So Song Qingshu still doesn't want to die.

So he held the purple blood soft sword in his hand and threw it at Mo Xiejia.

There was a soft brushing sound.

The white turbulence blooming on the hilt of the purple blood soft sword actually dispersed like a dandelion blown by a strong wind, and then slowly fell.

Song Qingshu's throw just now used the clouds and mists of Kunyi Avenue.

He knew that the white turbulence was a manifestation of the fusion of the clouds and mist on the purple blood soft sword and the wind in nature.

It was the first time that he used a sword as an arrow.

It was the first time I saw this.

The Purple Blood Soft Sword never broke the wind and left.

The sword body didn't turn into an afterimage.

Instead, he kept his body, flew slowly several feet in the air, and then fell to the ground from the air.

Song Qingshu looked at the purple blood soft sword falling to the ground, indifferent.

After a long time, Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia:

"interesting."

Chapter 392

"interesting?"

"My such method, I have never seen other pronouns besides being powerful."

"How interesting is such a city, such a me?"

Hearing Song Qingshu's evaluation, Mo Xiejia frowned and opened her lips in doubt.

Song Qingshu's hand sucked his palm.

But because there is no wind in this world.

Therefore, the purple blood soft sword that collapsed on the ground did not return to Song Qingshu's right palm.

Song Qingshu stepped forward helplessly, bent down to pick up the Purple Blood Soft Sword, and inserted it back into the scabbard behind him.

"This world should have wind, rain, fog and thunder."

"But you just talked a few nonsense in this male city, and you forcibly opened up a new world in the world with these few nonsense."

"So there is no smoke, rain, thunder, and breeze in this world."

"This method is indeed very strong."