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The sword intent is no longer clear, and naturally it is no longer powerful.

Song Qingshu also knew this, but he couldn't restrain it.

Because he is too depressed now...

Draw the sword, swing the sword.

Sword Qi went away like the wind.

There were several violent noises in the air.

Brush it.

No one stood within a few feet.

So Song Qingshu walked towards Mo Yejia.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet.

Hachijo.

Liuzhang.

Five feet.

...

Song Qingshu's eyes condensed on the wall, and the wall crashed down and turned into rubble.

Song Qingshu stepped onto the gravel.

While feeling the unevenness of the feet.

Song Qingshu swung his sword over several people, and a trace of fatigue came to his heart.

Lose a horseshoe and lose a battle victory.

Lose a battle victory and lose a great empire.

Even if the small cost accumulates, it will also affect the outcome of the entire battle.

The ant nest is like this in the long embankment.

The iron spoon is like this in a solid cell.

Song Qingshu, who was walking with a sword at this time, was the same.

He must be careful to the extreme.

Only then could he not lose any horseshoe in this wheel battle.

What's more, these hungry wolves-like male soldiers do not know life or death or pain.

They just screamed at Song Qingshu like zombies, and would not be afraid of others.

And at this time, Mo Yejia had already opened his eyes at some point.

Looking at the chuckle at the corner of his mouth, it can be judged that Mo Yejia's move to absorb the exercises has been successful.

But Mo Yejia hasn't made a move until now.

Then he must be waiting for the opportunity.

Waiting for a chance that Song Qingshu lost the horseshoe of the battle and then fiercely shot.

"To work with ease is despicable."

Song Qingshu yelled violently, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand chopped out a ten-meter-wide sword beam, and chopped hundreds of heroes in front of him into ink.

Then Song Qingshu looked up at Mo Xiejia, angrily said.

Mo Yejia smiled slightly:

"This is the art of fighting."

Chapter 402:

"The art of fighting?"

"Perhaps, after killing people for a long time, there will always be something called experience that appears out of thin air."

"But Mo Yejia, can I understand that your so-called art is just a way of saying you are weak?"

Song Qingshu waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand and chopped several people flying in front of him into powder.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Xiejia who was holding his cheeks and chuckles, and said indifferently.

The vitality of the world in the black city is turbulent.

The clouds and mist on the dome disappeared with the wind.

The world outside the circle is as bright as day.

The world within the circle has a light and slanting moonlight.

Under the waning moonlight are the remaining hundreds of soldiers and the calm-faced Song Qingshu and Mo Yejia.

The roar of slaughter in the Xiongcheng kept stirring in the wind.

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"what did you say?"

The reason for saying this was naturally not that Mo Yejia couldn't understand Song Qingshu's provocative words.

But Mo Xiejia wanted to see, Song Qingshu dared to express his words a second time.

Song Qingshu's mouth raised a faint smile:

"I said, you are a coward."

With Song Qingshu's words landing.

A heavy murderous intent appeared in the originally clear night sky.

This is the killing intent from Mo Yejia.

The killing intent emerged from the air and slammed directly at Song Qingshu's body.

puff!

There was a muffled noise.

Song Qingshu's shoulders suddenly sank.

His figure directly drew a meal.

There was a deep mark on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

On his shoulders, it was as if each were being held down by objects heavier than Kunlun Mountain.

Then Song Qingshu's legs plunged directly into the bluestone slab.

Countless spider-like lines were cracked on the stone slab.

It's crackling.

Song Qingshu raised his head with difficulty, and the bones in his body made a noise like fried beans.

This world is Moyejia's world, so Moyejia's coercion is much more terrifying than the outside world.

"roll!"

The blue veins on Song Qingshu's neck violently, and then roared at the sky like a roar.

So far.

The murderous coercion that Mo Yejia randomly spread was only dissolved by Song Qingshu.

"The killing intent I randomly spread will make you feel like a roaring dead dog in embarrassment."

"You are so weak, what confidence do you have to point your finger at me?"

"Song Qingshu, if you don't want to die too quickly, then you'd better beg me not to do it so quickly."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu coldly, sneered and opened his lips.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and pointed at Mo Yejia.

Speechless for a long time.

In the quiet night.

The cold light shining on the blade seemed to have represented Song Qingshu's indifferent killing intent.

Jianfeng's micro music represents Song Qingshu's tiredness at this time.

The straightness of the sword represents Song Qingshu's unyielding spirit.

Because Song Qingshu has a sword in his hand.

So he was cold and silent.

However, Mo Yejia understood the meaning.

"Actually, I always wanted to recruit you as my subordinate."

"My world has breeze and bright moon, majestic city, wine and song."

"Song Qingshu, do you want anything else?"

Mo Xiejia sighed slightly, shook his head and said.

Song Qingshu stands proudly:

"Your world is not invincible!"

"There is no courage to aspire to the sky."

"There is no determination to be the best."

The indifference at the corner of Mo Yejia's mouth turned into a chuckle:

"So, forget it."

"Continue to meet your battle."

With the failure of another surrender, Xiongcheng fell into a bloody battle under the night.

The black male soldiers kept rushing towards Song Qingshu.

But it couldn't cause even a slight obstacle to Song Qingshu's progress.

The iron gun flew from the sky, and the iron gun broke.

The flying sword flashed across the sky like lightning, and the flying sword shattered.

The bow and string were cut off together, and the sound was as soft as the clank of the strings.

Song Qingshu continued to walk towards the black attic.

Someone kept falling down before his purple blood soft sword.

It's just that the speed at which the male soldier turns into ink and falls is much slower than before.

Song Qingshu's footsteps also became heavier and heavier, just like his solemn expression.

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu fighting among the male soldiers, and a slight curve of his mouth was gently wiped.

Mo Yejia had indeed absorbed all the vitality in the body.

And his realm has stabilized at the sixth level of Nascent Soul, the strongest realm in this world!

Now he is silent and never shot, just because Mo Yejia is looking for opportunities.

And he is sure that the opportunity will come.

In these days when Mo Xiejia was in retreat, he had collected almost all the news of Song Qingshu in his back.

Among them is the secret technique geometry that Song Qingshu mastered.

When Song Qingshu shot his purple blood soft sword, whether he likes to cut horizontally or diagonally.