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Song Qingshu shouted angrily, raised his sword and stabbed again!

So the sharp blade of the Purple Blood Soft Sword continued to stab Mo Yejia's face violently.

The extremely harsh sound suddenly sounded!

Mo Yejia's face instantly paled.

Delicate eyebrows twisted.

It seemed extremely painful.

A scream of sorrow and sorrow burst out from the thin lips of the scholar!

The boundless breath of heaven and earth was called to his right hand.

Then he took out a paper book in his arms with his right hand.

The paper book was rolled up by Mo Xiejia, and then hit Song Qingshu on the head.

Song Qingshu has now become a blood man, but his red eyes are still so calm.

Song Qingshu endured pain that ordinary people could not bear.

All the energy of the whole body was pressed on the purple blood soft sword!

Life and death are often instantaneous.

Chapter 407: You Lost

Scholars are always weak.

So the ancients joked:

"Useless is a scholar."

The general is naturally mighty.

So the ancients admired:

"The best man Jin Jialang."

But the scholar's writing can help the world.

It's like a general martial arts set the world.

So blindly belittle scholars, it does not seem to be a correct answer.

It's just like today.

The general stood with a sword, his face bitter.

The scholar looked at each other with a chuckle.

Song Qingshu lifted the purple blood soft sword, and violently stabbed Mo Xie Jia's face gate.

Mo Xiejia held the sword on his face, held the heaven and earth vitality in his hand, lifted the book and knocked Song Qingshu's head.

The rolled up book is only as thick as one can hold.

I don't know why.

When the book was lifted by Mo Yejia.

He struggled like lifting a whole mountain.

There are blue veins on his head violent like twine.

When this book was severely knocked down by Mo Xiejia.

The arrival of this book is unstoppable like the earth and the sky.

Song Qingshu had to watch the scroll on his head getting closer.

"Ding, warning! The coming attack will be devastating."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous!"

In front of the scroll that Mo Yejia called gently.

Song Qingshu's mind only left the system prompt.

Only this thin scroll was left in front of him.

"System, help me analyze how to avoid this book."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming scroll, frowned slightly, and then said softly in his mind.

If things like thoughts get up quickly, they can travel across thousands of seas in no time.

So before Moyejia's scroll fell.

Song Qingshu used the system in his mind to win the last bit of time.

Brush it.

The rattling sound of the gear rotating sounded in Song Qingshu's mind.

After a while.

Song Qingshu finally waited for the system prompt again.

"Ding, this systematic analysis has concluded that this scroll will be swiped 1,884 times in an instant."

"With the host's current self-realm cultivation base, he can only escape 1,883 times at the fastest. There is no solution to this!"

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned black:

"Meaning, I have to be knocked one time no matter what?"

"Hidden one thousand eight hundred and eighty-three times, chased and killed one thousand eight hundred and eighty-four times."

"If that's the case, let's escape an egg!"

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu let out a scream.

The dark eyes completely turned into khaki.

It seemed that the ups and downs of Xingyu instantly turned into a desert of yellow sand.

"Kun Yi sleepy fairy decision!"

"The sleepy fairy nine days."

Song Qingshu's eye sockets left two tears of blood because of excessive force.

Then there was an invisible force in the heavens and the earth that hindered Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu.

Obstructed above the scroll in Moyejia's hand.

As a result, the scroll that exuded infinite power could not fall for a long time.

Mo Yejia's offensive stopped, and Song Qingshu naturally couldn't let him have any chance to fight back.

So Song Qingshu blushed his head and roared.

The sword in his hand sent a point forward.

Sending one point forward, Song Qingshu's sword penetrated Mo Yejia's face for one point.

So in the center of Mo Yejia's eyebrows, bright red and black blood flowed.

"what!"

Mo Xiejia's howling became extremely harsh, like howling a wild wolf on the wasteland, and also like a kind of wailing.

For an instant.

Mo Yejia's eyes changed from gray to pitch black as deep as night.

His eyebrows moved with the wind.

His face seemed to be undergoing a certain change among his screaming and shaking aura of heaven and earth.

As if to become another person!

The bookish breath became crazy.

Beneath his delicate face, there seemed to be countless other people struggling to crawl out.

"Ding, warn, you have discovered the Yuanying Six-fold Cultivation Method, Wanwu Magic Method."

"This exercise is extremely difficult to practice. Once you have successfully practiced, you can transform into tens of thousands in an instant."

"Although the clone can only last for a moment, each clone can endure one death for the master..."

Listening to the system's prompt tone, Song Qingshu raised his brows slightly, and tentatively asked, "Ten Thousand Crow Magic?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia, who was screaming, also raised a sneer: "Although I don't know how you know the strongest technique of my Black Feather Sect."

"But now that you know, you shouldn't kill me, right?"

"Song Qingshu, you don't have a chance to live."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu felt an unprecedented crisis.

So he fell silent again, and the hand holding the hilt of the Purple Blood Soft Sword exerted force again.

Feeling the sharpness of the purple blood soft sword keeps going deep.

Mo Xiejia's stern whistling sound resurfaced in Xiongcheng.

His face kept changing, as if countless people were hiding in him.

And if Mo Xiejia is willing, he can become countless individuals in an instant!

With the continuous changes in Mo Yejia's appearance.

Black mist appeared on his face.

He concealed his delicate appearance under the black mist.

So no matter how hard Song Qingshu exerted, the purple blood soft sword seemed to be stuck in the black mist.

Zixue's soft sword can't make a point in advance, and can't retreat by an inch.

...

"you lose."

Just when Song Qingshu forcefully sent the sword to Mo Yejia for another point.

Mo Yejia whispered in his ear extremely coldly.

Then Song Qingshu felt that his Kun Yi was trapped and Xian Jue was thrown away.

Then he waited for a book that fell in the head.

There was a loud bang.

Song Qingshu's body image flew behind him like a cannonball.

A thin scroll lay down at Song Qingshu from the air.

A sharp iron sword pierced the Moyejia face door from the air.

When this action happens and ends,

Although the life and death of the two people did not immediately see.

But it is extremely dangerous and terrifying.

The whole process seems very long.

It was actually very short-lived.

The male soldiers standing in the black city for a short time had no way to react.

Then the two bodies dispersed.