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"Suppress my spirit with my own world."

"Finally, I will use thousands of soldiers to drain my mind."

"Then you will come back and attack again after waiting for your own work."

"Don't you think your actions are too beastly, too shameless?"

"But I see how you smile now, as if you are not ashamed, but proud of it?"

The dust that Song Qingshu had raised before was completely settled.

So Song Qingshu looked directly at Mo Xiejia and said with her lips.

Song Qingshu's front was already bright red, but now it looks a little red and black.

Perhaps after that moment, Song Qingshu vomited a few bites of blood on his clothes.

Mo Xiejia listened to Song Qingshu's doubts and complaints, smiled silently, and said nothing.

immediately.

Those male soldiers standing like a pack of wolves in the four fields of Song Qingshu and Moyejia began to riot again.

Following Mo Yejia blinked.

The soldiers went to Song Qingshu again.

The killing sound shook the sky again in the black male city, and the aura of heaven and earth was cut into countless pieces by swords, knives and arrows.

Chapter 405

The wind starts from the four wilds.

Blow across the earth in the city.

The scholar standing holding a bamboo scroll smiled, and the wind blew his shoulder-length ink hair to hunt.

The general who fought with the purple blood soft sword looked solemn, and the strong wind blew his face, making him a little unhappy.

"bring it on!"

Song Qingshu roared and raised the purple blood soft sword in the wind.

Then the sound of his purple blood soft sword piercing the sky once again overwhelmed the violent wind, and began to harvest life again.

This scene seems to be the same as before.

But in fact, all this is different from the original.

roar.

The green tendons on the hands exploded.

Then swing the sword.

Sword Qi broke through the violent wind from the four fields.

The sword cut off the head of a male soldier.

"what!"

Some people use the brow as the center line, and their body is alive and cut in half.

There were heads and blood splashing in the sky.

Some people have stumps and internal organs scattered on the ground.

When performing these actions, Song Qingshu still can be regarded as the natural flowing water.

His movements are still stable, no one has seen his flaws in a thousand moves.

But for some reason, under such a natural movement, his every move is even more blunt.

His expression is still calm, and deep in his dark eyes there are emotions that no one can understand.

The hundreds of soldiers left in Xiongcheng Yuexia were actually not a human being at all.

They come from the scroll in Moyejia's arms.

So it can be said that this is a great law of Moyejia.

Although Mo Xiejia said that each one had the power of the Nascent Soul powerhouse.

But Song Qingshu felt that his true strength was only comparable to the half-step Yuanying, or even the first-layer Yuanying.

If it is true that there are thousands of Yuanying powerhouses under Xiongcheng to launch an encirclement and suppression against Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu didn't even bother to resist, so he directly tore through the space crack and escaped from the world.

The eyes of this group of heroes looked brighter than the darkness of the night, like the guardians of this city's night.

Although their strength is average, their will has become extremely terrifying.

Because they really took the term stalker to the extreme.

If they were not killed or beaten, they would cause trouble to Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu's eyes became more irritable.

So his eyes turned from pitch black to brown and yellow.

A heavy and broad breath haunted Song Qingshu's side.

Many people want to come.

As long as his strength is high enough, the sword in his hand is sharp enough, and his heart is cruel enough, then he can kill all enemies in the world.

But those people did not think about it.

As long as it is a human, it will always be tired, whether it is an ordinary person who plows the fields and weaves clothes or an iron-blooded general who smashes the battlefield.

As long as you are tired, you can no longer maintain the previous actions.

Then the spiritual power will gradually dry up.

As Song Qingshu kept swinging his sword.

The male soldiers standing before him dropped from five hundred to three hundred.

Three hundred fell to two hundred.

Two hundred became less than one hundred people.

After a hundred people, it will be less than 80...

He watched the remaining eighty heroes launch a violent impact on him.

Song Qingshu let out a breath of fatigue:

"Ugh……"

Just because of this tone.

Then Song Qingshu's smooth movements suddenly became blunt.

His spiritual power is gradually being consumed, not exhausted, but there are signs.

At the moment when the signs appeared.

At the moment when Song Qingshu had no choice but to exhale.

The cold breath reappeared in the strong wind of Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu's face in the wind was extremely ugly and indifferent.

Because Mo Yejia came to him again.

A roll of yellowed dilapidated bamboo rolls seemed to break through the constraints of time and space, and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu did not sniff the faint ink fragrance from the bamboo scrolls, nor would he appreciate the rather beautiful and elegant bamboo scrolls.

Song Qingshu coldly looked at Song Qingshu behind the dilapidated bamboo scroll.

So he was holding the right palm of the Zixue Soft Sword hilt tightly.

Song Qingshu did not forcibly retract the Purple Blood Soft Sword as he did in the first fight, and barely confronted.

In Song Qingshu's brown eyes, all space and time have become different from before.

So Song Qingshu raised the Purple Blood Soft Sword to take advantage of the trend.

In the cold wind, he stabbed his own sword between the electric light and flint with the technique of antelope hanging horns.

Choke!

The sharp purple blood soft sword pierced Mo Xiejia straight away.

The cold wind in the male city stopped, and then tore!

The purple blood soft sword gleamed with cold light, crossing the yellowed bamboo roll that pierced him, and slammed into Mo Yejia's face like thunder!

Song Qingshu has experienced countless battles.

Some can win easily.

Some have to fight to find the first line of life.

Song Qingshu is very clear.

Now my state is really too bad.

If the situation is allowed to develop like this.

Then he is extremely likely to be consumed alive.

Even if you kill all the soldiers standing proudly under the moon night.

But after Mo Yejia took the initiative, whether Song Qingshu could live has also become a question worth pondering.

of course.

Song Qingshu's plug-in is naturally not easy to die.

The big deal, Song Qingshu tore the time and space cracks here, and then fled to another dimension.

Just as before.

But how can the invincible of the world retreat in fear?

So this time Song Qingshu didn't want to escape, he didn't want to hide.

Since whether he can live has become a problem.

Then he can't let himself think about such a problem alone.

So he stabbed his own sword in the violent wind of Ling Li.

He wanted Mo Yejia to ask himself:

"Can you live?"

The fear between life and death can best see the ugly beauty of human nature.

Therefore, the choice between life and death is also the most cowardly and incompetent.

Between life and death.

What bravery and fearless.

What greed of life and fear of death.

What is not afraid of death.

What a treasure.

All emotions are like a joke.

There are only two choices left.

Please die?

Or to survive?

Song Qingshu believes that there will always be people in the world begging to die.