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Bring your left hand together to exert force.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the bamboo scroll.

During this period, Song Qingshu's entire action was done in one go, as if he had expected Mo Yejia holding the scroll to appear at this moment.

But only he himself and Mo Yejia these powerful people knew about it.

Song Qingshu's success in one go is not a matter of course.

Song Qingshu's invincible rhythm was broken.

Numerous thoughts were consumed by this bamboo scroll of Mo Yejia.

Although Song Qingshu had already done everything he could to make his movements more natural and smooth.

You can still owe a point after all.

Mo Yejia stood on the gravel on the floor, looking at him blankly, his eyes were full of jokes, and his feet were stable as roots.

Song Qingshu stood on the steady bluestone slab, his feet clearly standing in place, but they were wobbly.

A move.

Quiet.

It can be clearly seen from this trivial matter.

Mo Yejia had already won the first shot.

Because Song Qingshu has been smiling, a smear of blood shed from the corner of his mouth, as bright as a sunset.

However, Mo Yejia was still not satisfied, so the corners of Mo Yejia's mouth were still full of indifference.

He looked at Song Qingshu:

"Why don't you die?"

Chapter 404

"Why don't you die?"

This sentence will always appear in the quarrel between the couple.

The speaker is mostly a wife who is good at cursing the street.

And the person who gets scolded is the husband who is honest and friendly on weekdays.

There is stumbling and stumbling in the life between the two of them, and then there is squabbling.

"If you don't buy me jewelry, why don't you die!"

"You make so much money every day, why don't you die?"

"Worst every day, why don't you die!"

If the wife is really ignorant, she must be able to hear words like this in her husband's ears.

But most wives are just talking about it.

If it's really what happened to the husband, it's still myself who worry about it.

So such a sentence.

In daily life, it seems that more uses are to vent and make fun.

Probably not many people will take this sentence seriously.

Because the meaning of this sentence should not allow you to take it seriously.

However, when Mo Yejia said this sentence.

The expression on his face matched his serious eyes.

So this sentence no longer seemed like a joke.

But seriously asking you:

"Why don't you die?"

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth raised:

"Fuck you!"

Mo Xiejia was indifferent, and the bamboo scroll in his hand pushed forward again.

The purple sharp and slender purple blood soft sword, its blade is against the yellowed bamboo scroll of Mo Yejia.

The black city, which was originally noisy, was quiet for a moment.

Then, there was a loud bang!

The pile of black gravel at Mo Xiejia's feet exploded into countless pieces.

The terrifying waves of air rushed in all directions with Moyejia as the dot.

Song Qingshu was the first to bear the brunt, and his chest was hit hard by the terrifying wave of air.

So a very dull voice came from Song Qingshu's chest.

It sounded like a thunder in the sky.

Song Qingshu persisted for an instant under this terrifying air wave, and flew away directly.

Wow!

Song Qingshu stood on the bluestone slab with his legs, and kept moving behind him.

Then there appeared a clear deep mark like a plow on the stone road in Houxiong City.

This trace is like a quiet water surface being cut open by the wind and left behind.

But in fact that was when Song Qingshu was shaken off.The marks left by feet on the ground.

Song Qingshu fell over the bluestone slab like a stone

Smashed heavily on the walls of the black city!

Smoke and dust filled the earth and the earth shook.

"kill!"

You Xiongbing looked at Song Qingshu's mouth full of blood, and roared to greet the other soldiers to come.

Looking at these rather opportunistic black soldiers.

Song Qingshu's eyes became terrifying to the extreme.

indeed.

When Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia were in a decisive battle.

Song Qingshu suffered a lot from the first duel.

And the failure this time was only between him and Mo Yejia.

The dragon coiled around in its own world to fight decisively.

Victory or defeat.

This is the dragon's own business, how can ants point to it?

Kunpeng spread his wings, then soared tens of millions of feet and then mourned down in the South China Sea.

Although the result is sighing, how can this sparrow that croak softly on the branch be criticized?

So Song Qingshu's eyes fell into the cold.

So a blood flower blossomed directly in front of the male soldier he saw.

Among the blood blossoms are exposed internal organs and other organs.

The lungs and liver shrank fiercely in the wind, and the lively heart kept beating.

Then Song Qingshu blinked.

As a result, the blood blossoms turned into a pool of ink, and the ink in the heroic style was blown to pieces.

"Song Qingshu!"

Four people rushed into the dust and smoke where Song Qingshu was standing, holding various weapons and wanted to kill Song Qingshu.

Looking at the struggling faces of the four people in the dust.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt quite tired.

Immediately his eyes swept across the several soldiers present,

So they directly exploded and shattered away.

The iron gun broke from the tip of the gun to the end of the gun.

The double whip exploded into broken iron powder all over the floor.

The pure white sword was corroded into something worse than scrap iron.

The bowstrings of a hundred catties iron bow are all broken.

"Song Qingshu, did you kill happily?"

Mo Yejia stood among the rocks.

There was a lot of dust on his plain and loose robe.

Mo Yejia's hair was scattered and draped.His face was pale and looked a little embarrassed.

However, Mo Yejia's eyes were so bright.

It is as bright as stars flashing in it.

Because he looked at the black city wall that had been smashed in front of him.

The smoke and dust billowing all over the sky has already been collected.

Song Qingshu struggled to get up from the wall, looking at Mo Xiejia indifferently.

Mo Xiejia knew one thing long ago, that is, Song Qingshu is very tenacious.

Very tenacious.

So this shot.

Mo Xiejia didn't expect the violent air wave to directly shake Song Qingshu to death.

But Mo Yejia knew that he had performed well in this head-on.

In the hedge without any fancy, without any skills, pure brute force and realm, he won.

This is really important to Mo Yejia.

So Mo Xie Jia's delicate face showed a joking smile.

"It seems that you are very proud?"

"Can you tell me where your pride comes from?"

"Or to say that your pride is like your mother wants to beat you, so it makes no sense."

Both Mo Yejia and Song Qingshu were quiet for a while.

Song Qingshu's highly recognizable voice came over.

His voice looked tired, but it was stable.

His tone inevitably trembled, but it was normal.

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"You bleed with one blow from me, and you fly away with another blow."

"I have such a brilliant record, can't I be proud of it?"

Song Qingshu patted the dust on his body and sneered:

"Use trivialities to kill my patience."