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"The gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall, and if he doesn't leave at this time, when will he wait?"

Mo Yejia coughed slightly:

"The wall in front of you is not a dangerous wall, and even if you have to walk, you should make a few turns to come."

"You know, there is no way in front of you."

Song Qingshu drew his sword and slashed at the black wall. The indestructible black wall directly exploded a giant gate.

"You know, there is no way in the world."

"Did you know, the shortest straight line between two points."

"You know what, I suddenly wanted to tear down your world."

Song Qingshu made swords one after another, and every time he broke a wall, he would say a word.

So countless good walls were cut into dangerous walls by Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu walked a few steps faster, a bit closer to Mo Xiejia.

Song Qingshu's eyes fell on the wall of the black male city, which shattered.

The sword of Song Qingshu fell on the building in the black city, and the building was broken.

The soles of Song Qingshu's feet fell on the stone steps of the black male city.The stone steps are broken.

Song Qing wanted to rise directly into the clouds, came to Mo Xiejia, and ended the person he was most worried about.

But for some reason, Song Qingshu always wanted to demolish his city first.

So Song Qingshu walked the fastest route while lowering his eyes and raising his feet and swinging his sword.

Whether it is a steel-like city wall, a winding walkway, a stately building or a crooked stone road.

None of them can stop Song Qingshu's footsteps, and can only stand stubbornly in front of Song Qingshu.

Then fell down suddenly and turned into dust on the ground.

Chapter 397

"A gentleman does not erect a dangerous wall."

"So you chopped up all my walls and turned them into pieces of mustard powder, and then quickly passed through?"

"I thought I was already unreasonable enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more unreasonable..."

"Obviously there is a way for you to walk, so you just want to go on a road that has no way. Is it because you are cheap, or I think too much?"

Mo Xiejia is connected with the Black Xiongcheng, so how unhappy Xiongcheng is against Song Qingshu, he wants to scold Song Qingshu.

So under the moon, while accelerating the absorption of the vitality in his body, he grinned and cursed Song Qingshu from time to time.

Under the moon, Moxiejia's black hair was flying and flying, and the hair hit his face and eyes.

A little embarrassed.

But look back at Song Qingshu.

No matter whether the city gate in front of him is a stone wall or a majestic and majestic building, none of these types can block his way.

As Song Qingshu walked along, the walls collapsed and the floor splashed with bricks and stones.

It was a wall that cut off everything, but Song Qingshu walked out of it abruptly.

"Mo Yejia, are you not ready to go downstairs?"

Song Qingshu's gaze stayed on a wall, and the wall rock burst into pieces.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Yejia who was more than twenty feet away, shook his head and opened his lips.

Mo Yejia closed his eyes and nodded slightly and said:

"At least half a stick of incense is needed."

Song Qingshu laughed, then drew out the purple blood soft sword in his hand and slashed at Mo Xie Jialing.

puff!

There was a violent scream from the air as the sword's blade cut across the air.

There was a vague and fierce killing intent in the sword aura.

He rushed towards Mo Xie Jia.

The sword was chaotic in the clear water.

Killing intent cooled for half an inch of the night.

Because of the suddenness, it was chilling.

In today's world, no one can ignore Song Qingshu's cold sword.

So Mo Yejia was forced to open his eyes.

Take out a book page from his belly.

Then he gave a serious roar, holding the pages of the book and directly knocked down the oncoming sword energy.

clang!

There was a violent sound of sharp eardrums.

Song Qingshu's sword intent opened Mo Yejia's scroll.

puff!

A very dull voice came from Mo Xiejia's chest.

Song Qingshu's killing intent was unstoppable at Mo Xiejia's chest.

Puff!

The heaven and earth vitality in front of Mo Xiejia's chest automatically condensed into a pair of armor, resisting Song Qingshu's Ling Ling Jianqi.

Song Qingshu's sword seemed to fall on an iron plate, and the sword intent became somewhat illusory due to the violent impact.

However, Song Qingshu's sword was still unstoppably facing Mo Xiejia's chest.

Then there was a sound of shattering iron in the air, and sparks trembled in Mo Xiejia's chest.

The strong wind splashed and danced wildly, blowing Mo Yejia's loose robe into a hunting noise.

This was the first time Song Qingshu's sword fell on Mo Xiejia.

So this is also the first time Mo Yejia has encountered such a powerful sword.

The continuation of Jian Qi was a bit difficult in the depths.

Mo Yejia was a little tired facing this sword.

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you."

"Although you are not ill yet, but it is the time for me to take action!"

Song Qingshu saw Mo Xiejia desperately contending with his sword, and smiled slightly.

Then Song Qingshu whispered something.

Walk slowly.

Then hurried away.

Then there is a trot.

Finally, Song Qingshu strode away.

Smoke and dust billowed all the way, breaking through walls all the way.

boom!boom!boom!

The heavy black walls were knocked open by Song Qingshu.

Then he was getting closer and closer to Mo Yejia.

Twenty feet.

Nineteen feet.

Fourteen feet.

Ten feet!

The elegant carvings on the black pavilion have clearly appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

The scenery on the roof of the building, which is full of antiquity, is gradually clear.

The black pavilion, which was originally characteristicless and even vulgar in Song Qingshu's eyes, has become a little better.

The sense of distance may not necessarily be the only way to produce beauty.

Song Qingshu took a breath, and the Hell Terrace shuddered slightly with his thoughts.

"As far as I can see, one hundred thousand words in the world are one hundred thousand heroes."

"One hook and one stroke is an iron spear and a sharp sword, and one stroke and the other is a heavy iron armor."

"Bing has infinite power, and words are as powerful as a sea of ​​smoke!"

"The soldiers are coming."

Just when Song Qingshu wanted to take the last ten feet, and flew over to Mo Xiejia.

Mo Yejia resisted Song Qingshu's sword intent, while whispering something in the night wind.

Listening to his speech, Song Qingshu raised his brows, and a bad feeling came into his heart.

So Song Qingshu threw out the hell platform, which was bigger than the hill, broke through the air, and smashed towards Mo Xiejia above the pavilion.

"Shut up!"

Song Qingshu let out a sharp cry.

Song Qingshu knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had never encountered in his life.

So he didn't hesitate, didn't think about how to win by tricks.

Song Qingshu didn't have any luck, hoping to use any tactics to kill Mo Yejia.

So Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia face each other.

Song Qingshu used his simplest, rude, and most unreasonable weapon.

An iron platform heavier than a mountain.

What could be more unreasonable or powerful than this?

Song Qingshu felt the power of the Hell Terrace, so the corners of his mouth lightly raised, and he shut his mouth in anger.

"what!"

The blue veins in Mo Xiejia's hand rose like twine, and with a loud shout, the scroll in his hand directly picked up Song Qingshu's sword.

Go straight up to the nine layers of clouds.

Mo Yejia was already exhausted when he took the flying sword power.

Looking at the turbulent Hell Terrace, Mo Yejia's face was a little pale.

Random Mo Xiejia quietly closed his eyes and began to ignore it.

Song Qingshu watched Mo Yejia face the Hell Terrace coming from the sky without any movement.

He couldn't help but wonder.

So he stared at Mo Yejia for a long time.

It was discovered that he had never made any movements.

For a while, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little confused.

In any case, a powerful ascetic, facing this hell platform that purely represents power, dare not ignore it.

In the past battles, those terrifying strong men who could take over Song Qingshu's Hell Terrace.