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"Song Qingshu, folded in my hand, you won't suffer."

Song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword behind him and joked:

"Explanation."

"I am not from this world."

"So it doesn't matter if you are the strongest in the world."

"To put it more clearly, I will not die."

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"So, why don't you hold up your sword anymore?"

Song Qing's writing is as cold as snow:

"You don't need a sword to kill the gods and Buddhas in the sky, so you don't need a sword to stand upright."

Mo Xiejia smiled:

"The mouth is very sharp."

"Song Qingshu, I'm a little bored."

"Go to hell, with your disgusting confidence and the pretense that bores me!"

That's it in one word.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, ghosts and monsters all over the floor, rushing towards Song Qingshu with unstoppable power.

Faced with such an attack, Song Qingshu's face suddenly became ugly.

The bones in his body began to crack.

The corners of his eyes were bleeding.

His face became paler.

Even the golden core in his body broke apart and was on the verge of collapse.

However, Song Qingshu's face was still resolute and unyielding.

There was endless pressure on his shoulders, but Song Qingshu never bowed his knees.

He raised his head with all his strength and looked at the gods and demons all over the sky.

Song Qingshu was suddenly upset, and wanted to say a lot of words to express his inner sorrow.

The emperor is a member of his own group, what is this full of gods and demon?

Sooner or later, he will be invincible. What is your Mo Yejia?

But under the coercion, Song Qingshu's chest was choppy for a while.

So he couldn't say much, so he spit out a word: "Get out!"

The air waves are rolling, and the sound waves burst like thunder.

Chapter 396: The Gentleman Doesn't Stand on the Dangerous Wall

It is said that rabbits will bite people in a hurry.

Not to mention Song Qingshu?

After Song Qingshu came to the black city of Moyejia, he had all kinds of uncomfortable lives.

Originally Song Qingshu wanted to fly away, but never thought that Mo Xiejia's male city would freeze Thunder Cloud and Rain.

Then Song Qingshu broke through Mo Xiejia's world, before he had time to be happy.

Mo Xiejia used the giant mountain Kunlun to directly hit Song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu broke free from the Kunlun Mountains, Mo Xiejia killed himself with a man of God and Buddha.

After repeatedly letting herself flattened, Song Qing was very upset about it.

It can be said.

From the moment he entered the city, there was always a gloomy fire in Song Qingshu's heart.

Yu Huo lit up countless fires in Song Qingshu's belly.

Song Qingshu became more unhappy.

Song Qingshu became increasingly unhappy.

He became more and more angry.

So he wanted to vent.

He wanted to push the coquettish Mo Yejia down the black attic under the bright moon.

I want to grind each wall of this male city into a piece of mustard powder.

But Mo Yejia stood too high and far.

This piece of male city is too vast.

So Song Qingshu didn't know how to vent for a while.

So he became very depressed.

So when Song Qingshu raised his head.

Looking at the violently rolling black clouds.

He watched the seven-color luster falling from the sky illuminating the black city.

Seeing the ancient gods and Buddhas falling slowly like rain in the sky, all kinds of murmurs continued.

When seeing such scenes.

The distress in Song Qingshu's heart suddenly burst like a thunder and a fire.

So a breath was brewing in the belly of Song Qingshu.

Immediately, Song Qingshu shouted angrily at the gods and demons:

"roll!"

The sound rolled away like thunder, and a storm was set off in the black city.

Song Qingshu's roar broke the majestic and mighty black city.

The quiet moonlight and heavy clouds were all shattered by this roar.

Xiongcheng trembled lightly.

Mo Yejia's black hair fell gently in front of her.

A blood-red color suddenly flashed across his delicate face.

The scroll in his right hand slid down gently and fell on the beam of the room with a soft sound.

puff.

When this soft noise came, Song Qingshu also vomited a mouthful of blood, flying blood splashing three feet away.

Brush it.

Song Qingshu's face became extremely pale, like a clean snowfield where no one has ever set foot.

Mo Xiejia looked at the black blood three feet in front of Song Qingshu, thoughtfully.

After a long time, Mo Xiejia bent down, picked up the scroll, and gently brushed away the dust on it.

"Oh, how could this be?"

Mo Yejia raised his head and looked at the original violent cloud group that was torn and restless.

After Song Qingshu said one sentence.

They squeezed into each other in horror.

The gaps that had been scattered were now closed again.

Then his own male city became different.

The wind that had been stationary also re-floated and gathered.

Blew the water on the lakeshore.

Disordered the willow leaves by the lake.

Brush the scroll in hand.

Mo Yejia sighed over the pages of the book.

Song Qingshu's feet were soft, and she slumped on the ground.

"Ahem...hahahaha!"

Song Qingshu first coughed a few times, then laughed loudly.

He smiled extremely happily, because he vented his inner distress and depression.

He laughed extremely slutty, because the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were frightened back by his own roar.

So far, there is no faint gleam of moonlight that can pass through the thick clouds and fall to the ground.

The colorful color of the heterochromatic flame also disappeared instantly, and the majestic and majestic black city returned to its original appearance.

Those monsters and monsters that Moyejia simulated by the rules of her own world.

After they uttered a few wailing calls, they scattered into countless points of light and disappeared into the sky.

And those cultivators holding the golden pestle, and the fire and water rushing toward Song Qingshu.

All these kinds of stars shattered and disappeared like rain falling stars!

"how about it?"

Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bent his left foot slightly, and then stood upright.

Immediately, Song Qingshu smiled, provocatively asking Mo Yejia.

Mo Xiejia raised her eyebrows and coughed slightly:

"Ahem, what about?"

Song Qingshu stretched his legs and walked towards the location of Mo Xiejia, opening his lips as he walked, "Naturally is the power of my words."

Hear the words.

Mo Yejia fell into silence.

He looked at the figure that could fall down at any time in the black city.

He looked at the white robe soaked in blood on him.

The breeze rises.

Moyejia's black hair was gently fluttering in the wind.

Mo Yejia didn't know what he was thinking.

When Song Qingshu saw that Mo Xiejia didn't hear the words, he sneered, and then walked towards him contentedly.

Mo Yejia put the scroll in his arms and said:

"You are so proud after breaking my three words?"

"Song Qingshu, I just made a verbal attack just to save time. Don't think that I am really inferior to you."

Song Qingshu walked to a black wall and raised his head to look at Mo Xiejia in the straight line direction: "How do you know these things if you don't fight?"

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"Breaking my law, you also suffered a lot of injuries and spent a lot of energy."

"Now you don't take a break?"

Song Qingshu draws his sword, the sword is as bright as snow under the moonlight: