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"Song Qingshu, although I know you are strong, you shouldn't be so strong, right?"

"You're just a cultivator of the nine-fold golden core, how can you do this?"

"How did you realize this magical power?"

Mo Yejia wanted to ask many questions.

Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer.

A thick mist soared up on Song Qingshu's side. He raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia on the black attic, feeling a lot in his heart.

Earlier, when Song Qingshu was suppressed by Moyejia's male town.

Whether it was the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand, or the Hell Terrace behind him, they fell into despair.

Even Song Qingshu just started to scan this invincible plug-in.

He also failed to find a ray of life in the world of Xiongcheng.

But just when Song Qingshu planned to tear open the dimensional cracks and escape from this world.

Suddenly there was something to say about the Kun's artistic conception in him.

So Song Qingshu spoke out.

So he established his own world in the male city.

"How to realize this magical power?"

"I just thought of it just now."

"The Lord of Samsara said that I will meet my own chance in this world."

"Speaking to create the world should be regarded as one of the opportunities."

"No matter what, thank you."

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu's figure turned into a red remnant cloud again, and it rushed towards the place where Mo Xiejia was.

Mo Yejia spread out the book he was holding in the palm of his right hand under the moonlight, and looked at the words on the book with a faint ray of moonlight.

Xiongcheng is still his world.

Although he can't affect Song Qingshu's world.

But how could he do nothing to let Song Qingshu presumptuously in his world?

So Mo Xiejia pointed his finger to the preface of a chapter in the book, and opened his lips:

"As far as I can see, there is a mountain named Kunlun, which is one hundred and eight thousand times heavier than the Qingluan Mountain where the Black Steel Army is located. It can fill the eye of the storm in another world."

"Can suppress all monsters in the world."

"The wind of troubled times can't move its tiny bits."

"People in the evil world cannot see the foot of the mountain."

Stop talking.

Mo Xiejia looked at the afterimage that came to him misty, raised his finger and pointed at him.

With Mo Xie Jia's lips, he finished these few words.

The vitality of the heaven and the earth, which was previously silent in the city, is now unstoppable and violent.

Ordinary cultivators can't see this kind of agitation, but Song Qingshu and Mo Yejia, who can create the world, can perceive it.

Those restlessness like heavy rain clouds, clouds and fog.

Song Qingshu perceives the terrifying power hidden in it, and instinctively produces a great and strong sense of fear.

So Song Qingshu stopped his figure.

It's not because Song Qingshu is afraid of this world that is beginning to become restless.

But that restless heaven and earth vitality is suddenly compressed at an unimaginable speed.

Then the compressed heaven and earth vitality condensed into an invisible Kunlun mountain peak.

Breaking out of the air, blasted Song Qingshu's body that was about to become a shadow in the air.

The city was still lonely as night, and no sound ever sounded.

As the so-called night black wind high killing night.

Such a beautiful night is naturally suitable for doing bad things.

But Song Qingshu had to reappear, frowning 50 feet away from the black attic.

Song Qingshu felt that her body was very heavy.

There was a light buzzing sound in his ears, and there were many, many noises trembling in his mind.

Although there was nothing on his shoulders, he could feel a big mountain already pressing on his shoulders.

Compared with Xia Houli, Song Qingshu's body can be said to be very ordinary, his shoulders seem to be unable to bear much weight.

Let alone let him walk on his back.

So Song Qingshu had to stop his presence.

Shaking in place, his soles touched the ground and his knees were gradually bent, but he still refused to fall.

"It seems that my world's attack can still affect your world."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu who was about to kneel down, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and his lips opened.

Song Qingshu spit out a thick sputum, raised his head indifferently, and shouted:

"Move the mountain!"

But with Song Qingshu's words, the heaviness on his shoulders still cannot be weakened.

Song Qingshu was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly understood a little.

The heaviness on his shoulders at this time is just a regular attack, and there is no entity.

If this is the case, Song Qingshu's move to the mountain will lose its power.

With Camel Mountain on your back, how can you kill someone like this?

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and the Kunzhi mood in his body suddenly had something to say.

So Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"The Kunlun Mountains are thousands of kilometers high, and they weigh 10,000 mountains."

"I don't care, don't speak, don't care, don't smell."

"The mountain is gone."

"I'm going to be a free ride, don't point to me!"

At this point, Song Qingshu suddenly loosened his shoulder, and Kunlun Mountain disappeared.

Chapter 394

In the world of ordinary people, bleeding and injury are inevitable in a battle.

After the bloody battle, it would be bleeding and breaking the skin, severely broken body and limbs, and even more tragic, it would be death.

But in the battle of practitioners.

The more powerful the stronger, the more elegant their fighting style.

The more elegant the battle, the less the bloody scenes.

But this does not mean that their battle will no longer be cruel.

Quite the opposite.

The more elegant the battle, the more the danger and pain in it, the more far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just like the current confrontation between Mo Yejia and Song Qingshu.

Ordinary people seemed to say that the two of them just moved their lips and said something, and then they both fell into peace.

A battle that ends with a lip service can't be regarded as a fierce battle.

There is no sword energy to volley into the air, and there is no killing intent to wave the soul.

There is no blood here, and no broken body or limbs are flying. It can be said that it is not even an ordinary battle.

But for Song Qingshu.

This seemed to be a battle that was so ordinary that it ended with a lip service, but it was even more terrifying than Xiahouli's simple iron gun.

It was even more exciting than the arrowless bowstring of the old man in gray.

Because this kind of battle is no longer a battle in the ordinary sense.

Ordinary fighting and split life and death, but also see the high and low strength.

You can also click to the end, you have to say something in front of your opponent, you are not as good as me.

But the battle that Song Qingshu was facing at this time only divided life and death, regardless of other things.

Mo Xiejia used the rules of Kunlun Mountain in his world to smash Song Qingshu, smashing him into a daze.

So Song Qingshu didn't see, hear, or think about Kunlun Mountain.

So Kunlun Mountain disappeared in the world of Song Qingshu.

Not only that.

Song Qingshu also stared at Mo Xiejia ferociously and let out angrily:

"Don't point to me!"

Song Qingshu said this anger at this moment in a reprimanding tone.

There was an indifferent scolding in his voice.

There is also a gentle tone, which makes one cannot help being close.

Such a discourse has a powerful persuasive meaning.

And it also contains an extremely powerful force.

Following Song Qingshu's words came out.

Mo Xiejia suddenly felt that the huge mountain named Kunlun had left Song Qingshu's shoulders.

Then Qi Tengwu came to her arm, between her fingers.

As a result, Mo Xiejia's arm couldn't keep upright, so she had to fall, and it was difficult to point at Song Qingshu's body.

"Your world rules can actually affect me?"

Mo Yejia sat down cross-legged, and his complexion was extremely pale.

Then Mo Xiejia swallowed his saliva and opened his lips in disbelief.

Song Qingshu took a few deep breaths, breathing some difficulty:

"Your world can come to me, how can I not mine?"

visible.

When this sentence was finished, Song Qingshu's breath was a little overwhelming.

His breath was a little short at this time.

The energy that should have been abundant in the body was somewhat exhausted.

This can be seen.

The sentence Song Qingshu said just now is not as simple as ordinary people seem.

It was just a few words that he had spent so much energy on.