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Song Qingshu took five steps with one foot.

Someone will kill him at every step.

So Song Qingshu will startle back dozens of people in one step.

Suddenly, no one stood a few feet in front of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu just walked proudly, with great momentum.

Song Qingshu, a few people earlier, can also use his momentum to directly retreat.

However, every time Song Qingshu took a step, more than dozens of bee pupae came.

The number ranges from twenty to thirty, and then from thirty to fifty.

Song Qingshu's every step began to become extremely laborious.

"Song Qingshu, I gave you a chance, but unfortunately you don't cherish it either."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu who was struggling in the crowd, smiled slightly and said with open lips.

Song Qingshu drew his sword speechlessly, and then walked forward.

Chapter 400

The beginning of any battle seems to be like this.

The two stood proudly in a decisive battle.

First, despise each other.

Then exhaust my life's vocabulary to greet each other's mother.

Then they comforted themselves in their hearts:

"The other party is just a fool, so I don't need to worry too much about it."

"I'm a hundred times better than him, what reason might be there to lose?"

Then a battle will happen.

Like the mouthpiece before the war, it has also become an indispensable opening ceremony for an earth-shattering decisive battle.

There are two flowers blooming on the Mo, one is Nanhaidian and the other is Beigudi, so the sky is separated.

There were two people on the battlefield, one holding an iron sword and the other holding a broken book, so they were not pleasing to each other.

If it is not pleasing to the eye, it is a bloody battle.

If it is not pleasing to the eye, it is swiping a knife at each other.

So Song Qingshu finished scolding Mo Xiejia's soldiers as puppets.

A difficult battle began between Song Qingshu and these heroes.

"what!"

A male soldier armed with a silver iron spear of Han Muang Cancan roared at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, his eyes staying on the person for a moment.

puff!

Following Song Qingshu's gaze, he stared.

A muffled sound came from the male soldier.

Then a big hole appeared in its heavy iron armor.

The silver iron spear and the iron armor drifted away with people.

Several male soldiers shot with arrows in the distance.

The sound of flying arrows breaking through the air came from the black city.

Song Qingshu frowned, then lifted the sword and cut it away.

There was a loud clang.

Several male soldiers were chopped into fly ash by Ling Xu's sword.

Several ghostly flying arrows also turned into clouds and disappeared.

"Song Qingshu!"

A male soldier flew towards Song Qingshu from a high altitude, and shouted something in his mouth.

He is holding a heavy sword, under the blessing of gravitational potential energy, it looks so moving.

Feel the breaking wind from above.

Song Qingshu never looked up.

Instead, he directly raised his hand and slapped his head.

It's like driving mosquitoes with the palm of your hand when the summer night is cool.

Then the person who was roaring on Song Qingshu's head directly turned into a cloud of smoke between the world.

The heavy sword also shattered into a few ink stains.

Blasted in the wind and then never seen again.

"Song Qingshu, how is the stage I prepared for you?"

Mo Yejia finished most of the vitality of the world in the body.

He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu when he was just the last step, and said with a joking smile.

Song Qingshu swung his sword and cut off the heads of several people.

His face was indifferent like ice:

"It's extremely boring."

"Mo Yejia, can't you come down and fight me personally?"

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled:

"Although these shrimp soldiers and crabs are not so powerful."

"But it seems that I still bought a lot of time for me."

"Song Qingshu, you can enjoy it again."

"Live and wait for me to unscrew your head!"

Hear the words.

Song Qing's writing color became extraordinarily solemn again.

So Song Qingshu loosened the sword in his right hand.

Then he injected a breath of vitality to the extreme.

Jian Feng pointed at Mo Yejia who was sitting upstairs cross-legged.

In just another moment, Song Qingshu will pierce the air with his sword.

Crucified Mo Xiejia directly on this purple blood soft sword.

However.

Just when the purple blood soft sword began to shudder slightly.

As if it will break the wind in the next moment.

The scroll in Mo Yejia's hand began to rustle again under the breeze.

The contents of the scroll were turned page by page until the wind stopped.

Then Mo Yejia's gaze happened to stay on this page.

So Mo Xiejia opened her lips and murmured:

"In my opinion."

"The sword should be held in the palm of the tiger, and you should not break the wind for thousands of miles."

"In my opinion."

"There should be a day in this world to punish people who do not follow the rules with the power of thunder and lightning.

After Mo Yejia finished these two short words.

His already pale face became paler.

And in this pale.

But there was Mo Xiejia's extremely confident chuckle.

However, Song Qingshu's face became a little ugly.

The purple blood soft sword that was supposed to break the wind returned to his palm.

No matter how Song Qingshu urged the vitality of heaven and earth to instill the Zixue soft sword, it remained silent.

So Song Qingshu also wanted to say something to change the world of this rule.

"The sword can stand half a foot in front of you, or it can pierce thousands of miles away in the air. If you don't stick to one pattern, the sword can be calm..."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and then murmured using the rules of Kunyi Dao in his body.

However, it is not yet for Song Qingshu to finish.

Above the Nine Layers of Clouds, there was a thunder dragon several meters wide directly hitting Song Qingshu.

This is heavenly anger.

The thunder arc flashed under Song Qingshu's feet.

White mist was born.

In an instant.

Song Qingshu's figure flashed back nearly fifty feet.

boom!

There was a loud noise in the land where Song Qingshu's front foot had just left, and a thunder was raised on the ground.

The end of Song Qingshu's hair was wiped by the sky thunder just now, so it was a little black.

The scorched black hair and Song Qingshu's pale face made Song Qingshu even more embarrassed.

"Hahaha! How, do you still dare to talk nonsense?"

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's hair with white smoke and laughed wildly.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows:

"Bastard stuff!"

Mo Yejia chuckled:

"To each other."

Hearing that, the smile at the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth was even more contaminated with a trace of anger: "No I can fly a sword for thousands of miles, can't I kill you with a sword!"

"Mo Yejia, I must cut you under the sword!"

The smile at the corner of Mo Yejia's mouth is a little joke:

"But it will take time after all."

Stop talking.

Mo Yejia closed his eyes again, waiting for his final success.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand. The sword edge faced the black male soldiers who surrounded him: "If you stop me, kill me!"

When saying this, Song Qingshu truly regarded the group of monks in front of him as living people.

So when he shouted, he used his own killing intent.