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Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 280
But he persistently believed that this person could never be Mo Yejia.
So Song Qingshu ignored the yellowed bamboo scroll that was blasting toward his front door, and directly slammed his sword toward Mo Yejia's front door like thunder.
Song Qingshu sent out a questionnaire.
The scroll says Survival or Death.
In the face of yellowing bamboo scrolls, Song Qingshu also faced this problem.
But Song Qingshu didn't want to answer.
Survival means retreat, then injury, then failure, and then death.
If you want to die, you will die directly, but maybe you can take the other party to Huangquan together.
Song Qingshu firmly believed that Mo Xiejia would not die with him.
Then he must survive, so he can take the opportunity to reverse the whole battle.
In this regard, Song Qingshu has blind faith.
What kind of character is Mo Yejia?
The peerless powerhouse who dominates the world!
And he just reached the top of this world, and finally reached the peak of life again.
Can such a person give up everything in such a short time?
Song Qingshu didn't believe it.
Chapter 406 Life and Death
No matter who it is, there is no way to fight the fear between life and death.
After all, survival is the most basic requirement for survival in everything.
Even insectivores who only know to fill their appetite know how to choose between life and death.
What's more, human beings who are the head of all things?
So this questionnaire handed over by Song Qingshu is really good.
Even if Mo Xie Jia was truly different from ordinary people, he was fearless and fearless in the face of the great fear of life and death.
But he should also be clear.
Song Qingshu is a terrifying existence that once drove through the mountains with a single sword.
In addition to the Seven Golden Pills, Song Qingshu was already inseparable from Xiahouli, the fifth-tier Yuan Ying.
Even if Song Qingshu was in other realms, it was still slightly inferior to Xiahouli.
But if it comes to the strength of the body.
On the skills and tactics of close combat.
Few people in this world can be stronger than Song Qingshu.
Therefore, it is impossible for Mo Yejia to take advantage of this kind of brutal mutual killing.
In the first place, people with the status and status of Mo Yejia wouldn't want to die.
Secondly, Mo Xiejia should know that confronting Song Qingshu head-on is not a good idea.
So Song Qingshu no matter what he thinks.
Mo Yejia should fill in the word survival on the questionnaire.
Then he should choose to avoid his purple blood soft sword and flee in embarrassment.
Song Qingshu thinks so.
So his mouth lifted a chuckle.
Then the purple blood soft sword in his hand was even more unmatched and pierced at Mo Yejia's face.
So Song Qingshu was a little puzzled by the next scene.
In his line of sight, the yellowed bamboo scroll with a faint ink fragrance did not hesitate, it was straight like an iron sword.
As if Song Qingshu's sword never existed.
With a murderous aura, Zhu Juan burst into the wind without hesitation, and blasted Song Qingshu half an inch in front of Song Qingshu's chest with the breath of endless world.
Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xiejia's hand holding the bamboo scroll violently with blue veins, a little puzzled.
"If this bamboo roll stabbed me, then I would die."
In the moment of life and death.
Song Qingshu thought of this.
But he didn't want to die.
So Song Qingshu continued to think about it.
The speed of thought is faster than Thunder.
So Song Qingshu thought of several ways to get out in an instant.
So the thunder arc rolled under Song Qingshu's feet, and the space behind him was up and down.
With a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu can leave this space directly and escape to other spaces.
So Song Qingshu relaxed.
"As far as I can see, bind!"
However, Mo Xiejia's concise and clear rebuke.
But it directly stopped the fluctuation of the space behind Song Qingshu, and erased the thunder arc that was extinguishing the turmoil at the feet of Song Qingshu.
In front of bamboo rolls.
Mo Yejia also handed out a questionnaire to Song Qingshu.
There are only two words on the scroll.
The only thing Song Qingshu can do is to sign and draw on this scroll, and then prepare for the funeral.
But it's okay.
Just when the bamboo scroll was a paper distance from Song Qingshu's chest.
Song Qingshu thought of the cornucopia in the storage bag.
I remembered the colorful golden pill in my belly now more or less capable of absorbing the attacks of others.
"The cornucopia, guard!"
Song Qingshu yelled in his heart.
Then turn the colorful golden pill in the belly to the extreme.
Brush it.
The aura of heaven and earth in the city gathered in front of Song Qingshu, forming an indestructible vitality shield.
The surface layer of Song Qingshu's skin also has a huge absorption force, constantly absorbing the terrible force and force on the bamboo scroll.
See Song Qingshu still have more power.
Mo Xiejia let out an anger, then raised his left palm.
After aiming at the end of the bamboo roll, a palm fell fiercely.
Snapped!
There was a very clear loud noise.
The ends of the yellowed bamboo rolls shattered into endless powder.
And the front part of it broke through the vitality armor condensed from the cornucopia.
The force penetrated the adsorption force formed by the rotation of the colorful golden core in Song Qingshu's belly.
boom!
The front part of the bamboo roll was exploded on Song Qingshu's chest, and the bamboo roll was broken into mustard powder.
Although the golden core in the abdomen had absorbed most of the strength of the front part of the bamboo scroll.
However, the infinite power above the bamboo scroll still made Song Qingshu's chest suddenly sink.
Severe pain came from his chest.
Scattered to Song Qingshu's limbs.
The force that seemed to tear everything apart.
Directly shake Song Qingshu's ribs to break.
The crystal blood vessels and meridians in his body become turbulent.
A mouthful of blood poured out of Song Qingshu's mouth, and the world in front of Song Qingshu's eyes became a blood-red piece.
At the moment when Mo Yejia answered the survival or death questionnaire.
Mo Yejia, who held the initiative, had no choice to avoid Song Qingshu's expectations.
He attacked silently and decisively.
He also smashed the end of the bamboo roll, just to let the front section have a stronger power and fall directly on Song Qingshu's chest.
Just don't know why.
Obviously, when Mo Xiejia took the shot, Zhu Juan should have come facing Song Qing's writing gate.
But in the end it fell on Song Qingshu's chest.
The only explanation Song Qingshu can think of.
That is because in the moment of life and death.
Mo Yejia also wavered.
Still hesitated for a moment between fighting for life and surviving.
It was the moment of hesitation.
The bamboo roll was broken on Song Qingshu's chest, not on Song Qingshu's front door.
With a loud bang, Song Qingshu's blood-colored robe was torn into countless fragments.
Blood sprayed violently from Song Qingshu.
His lips, nostrils, brown eyes and ears.
Song Qingshu's seven holes were bleeding continuously, his face was indescribably pale, and his expression was extremely wilting for a while.
However, at the same time, Song Qingshu's Purple Blood Soft Sword also pierced Mo Xiejia's facade.
The purple blood soft sword is impartial.
Stabbed heavily on Mo Yejia's forehead!
An extremely terrifying muffled sound!
A very bright spark!
Although the edge of the purple blood soft sword was slightly curled, it was still extremely sharp.
I don't know why.
The sharp and infinite blade pierced Mo Yejia's face directly, but never a drop of blood slipped out of his face.
Black smoke rose from Mo Yejia's face.
There seemed to be a scream of crows, which was wearing Mo Xie Jia.
The black mist enveloped Mo Xie's face.
So Mo Yejia's face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask.