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Song Qingshu sneered:

"Such a male soldier, with a realm in nothing but a soul, can only be regarded as a thread puppet."

"A strong Nascent Soul like this can't even be regarded as an ordinary Jindan cultivator, so you want to kill me?"

Mo Yejia chuckled:

"You don't need to kill you, it's enough to keep you."

Chapter 399

In the city under the moon.

There are thousands of male soldiers, standing proudly on the four fields.

The axes, swords and spears in his hands all shone with dazzling cold light.

Where the heroes are coiled.

There are two people.

Sitting cross-legged in the black attic.

He is wearing a loose plain robe.

Standing with a scroll in his hand.

Just like a sick scholar.

Standing alone in the male city.

The white shirt on his body was already very bright red, holding a sword proudly in the wild.

Like a jagged general.

The scholar in the black attic looked at the general in the city downstairs.

Speechless for a long time.

"You are in a bad state now."

Mo Yejia looked down at Song Qingshu, whose face was pale and her long black hair was dancing in the wind, frowned and said.

The true vitality aura in Song Qingshu's body was chaotic and turbulent.

Sometimes violent like the mouth of the deep spring of the South China Sea.

Sometimes calm as cold as the bottom of the deep valley of Beishan Ice Abyss.

The commotion is uneasy when you are manic.

Serene as a lake when calm.

One movement, one silence.

Such a turbulent aura of true vitality is even more frantic and messy than the aura of heaven and earth between heaven and earth.

Such a breath of heaven and earth exists in a person's body, which is naturally considered bad.

But this kind of badness also varies from person to person.

If such a frantic true essence aura exists in an ordinary person or even an ordinary monk.

Then the mania like the mouth of the storm sea will directly tear people to pieces.

The cold real vitality breath like the deep valley of the ice abyss will directly freeze the human body into ice slag.

And this sounds terrible scene.

In fact, it only happened in a flash.

In an instant, a life passed away.

But nothing is absolute.

Such a terrible atmosphere of heaven and earth.

If it exists in Song Qingshu's body, it will not cause him much harm.

So Mo Yejia just smiled pretensely and opened her lips to say that his current realm is a bit bad.

Rather than scaring Song Qingshu that you are bound to die.

Moreover, Mo Xiejia did not expect to kill Song Qingshu with a bit of madness of heaven and earth.

After listening to Mo Yejia's worry.

Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"The few words you had before were a bit interesting and powerful."

"In order to crack their offensive, I did spend a lot of effort."

"Fortunately, the vitality of heaven and earth in my body is still controllable."

Mo Xiejia smiled slightly:

"You really don't plan to sit on the cross-legged seat and take a break?"

"I can wait for you, everything doesn't need to be too anxious."

"In Xiongcheng, the moonlit night is long, you can take a good rest."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and stabilized the golden core that was trembling fiercely in his belly.

Then Song Qingshu let out a suffocating breath, smiling:

"Didn't you say that you only need a little time?"

"If that's the case, how can I fulfill your wish?"

After speaking, Song Qingshu then raised his foot and stepped forward.

A thunder arc rose to life at the feet of Song Qingshu, and white mist rose from the splendid thunder arc.

The moment Song Qingshu's right foot landed on the ground.

boom!

There was a blast that was dull to the extreme.

The heavy black wall that originally stood before Song Qing's writing was directly exploded into a pile of mustard powder.

Mo Xiejia shrugged, pretending to be helpless, opening his lips and saying: "If this is the case, then I can only deceive more?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Just you, the stinky sweet potato, rotten bird eggs, I'm afraid I can't stop me."

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"Crossing the mountain with a single sword, breaking the formation with a few palms, now I have been hit by a few mantras."

"The true vitality aura in your body is not as stable as before."

"So, you are determined to move on."

"Song Qingshu, if you and I can't kill such a weak you, wouldn't I be a failure?"

Song Qingshu spit out a bloody thick sputum:

"Perhaps?"

After speaking, Song Qingshu no longer spoke, but focused and seriously continued to move forward.

When the last ten feet are finished, everything can be settled.

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's arrogant appearance, sneered, and trembling lightly between his fingers: "I only need the last bit of time, that's enough."

"Song Qingshu, you will die ugly."

"Come on, my most faithful servants!"

In a word.

The countless soldiers who had stood proudly in the wild suddenly dissipated into the night.

Under the bright moon.

There is a breeze blowing in the city.

Thousands of soldiers are walking in the wind.

The sound of iron armor collided.

For a time, Xiongcheng had the artistic conception of killing a golden horse and iron horse.

...

but.

Song Qingshu shook the purple blood soft sword tightly without the breeze.

His black hair fluttered backwards, which could only blow.

Before he walked in silence.

The mighty and majestic black city wall burst directly into countless rubble.

The strong, iron-like building and the roof were directly shaken by Song Qingshu.

Nothing can stop him from moving forward even one step.

No one can stand proudly before Song Qing writes.

Even the towering unknown statues in Xiongcheng were shaken off.

What's more, people?

The last ten feet is not far away.

But Song Qingshu had to be cautious.

After all, between ten feet away.

If Mo Yejia wants to make a move.

Song Qingshu will inevitably be injured.

So Song Qingshu's walking speed changed from very fast to slower and slower.

With a distance of one foot, Song Qingshu changed from the previous two steps to the current three steps.

Then turn from three steps into four steps.

Four steps finally turned into five steps.

Then Song Qingshu stabilized at five steps.

Walk slowly towards the black attic.

Along the way, the first group of thousands of soldiers had been killed in front of Song Qingshu.

However, Song Qingshu did not pull out the purple blood soft sword behind him.

He just glanced coldly at the group of people who rushed towards him, and screamed: "The marionette dare to stop me? I don't know whether to live or die!"

With Song Qingshu's sharp sound, it echoed endlessly.

The soldiers who tried to block his way suddenly became extremely miserable.

Some were directly shaken into powder.

Some were shaken into the air.

Some are hung on the wall,

Some fell heavily on the dark floor and no longer made a sound.

The masonry, wooden beams and gravel set off a gust of wind in the city.

There are scattered figures in the wind.

The debris keeps splashing with the figure.