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The two have been divided, the battle has been divided.

At first glance, it seems that the winner is divided.

A deafening sound rang.

Song Qingshu smashed how many walls in Xiongcheng.

Smoke rose in the city.

In an instant, Song Qingshu's figure appeared hundreds of feet away.

A deep hole was smashed where Song Qingshu landed.

Song Qingshu fell quietly to the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, not knowing how many bones he had broken.

Mo Yejia stood outside the pit with a solemn expression and blood on his face, like a demon god.

"vomit."

Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of bruises, but the smile on his face was very conspicuous.

Mo Xiejia frowned:

"what's so funny?"

Song Qingshu laughed lightly:

"You just said I lost."

"In fact, it is you who lose."

With the fall of Song Qingshu.

A soft light radiated from Mo Yejia's feet.

Chapter 408

Chapter 408

A soft yellow light emerged under Mo Yejia, and the edges and corners of Mo Yejia's face were particularly distinct.

Mo Xiejia lowered his head slightly and snorted coldly to the light underneath his body:

"This is your confidence?"

"Song Qingshu, you can't be so naive, are you?"

"At our level, it can be said that one law is universal."

"Even if I don't have a deep understanding of the formation, can't I break the formation?"

Mo Xiejia held the scroll tightly with his right hand, his face indifferent.

Then Mo Yejia's left finger slightly bends, and the index finger and thumb stick together.

Immediately, Mo Yejia looked around at the light around her body.

clatter!

Mo Yejia's index finger suddenly exerted force.

A gas bomb appeared in the air.

puff!

A hole appeared on the hard bluestone slab.

So far.

The light under Mo Yejia's feet weakened a bit.

The light gradually dimmed, like a candlelight about to be blown out.

But a long time passed.

The dim light still exists, never disappearing.

So Mo Yejia's face became ugly:

"why?"

"Didn't I already smash the eye?"

"Why is the light still."

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu's mouth couldn't help but raise a cold smile.

He supported the edge of the pit, stood up, looked at the blank face of Mo Xie Jia, and said, "It is very simple to answer your question."

"Since the formation is still light."

"That can only mean that what you destroy is not the front line."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu coldly.

Except for the undisguised disgust in his eyes, the remaining emotion is admiration.

Song Qingshu broke countless bones.

He hurt his lungs, and every time he breathed, he felt the pain of needle sticks.

He hurt his heart, Song Qingshu frowned every time his heart beats.

But even Song Qingshu suffered such a severe injury.

He still didn't fall, standing proudly, with a light smile on his face.

This has nothing to do with realm strength, it just lies in the tone.

Can that mouthful support Song Qingshu to stand up, instead of a stubborn breath that can't afford to lie down forever.

The breeze under the moonlit night in Xiongcheng has stopped.

The vitality of the heaven and earth in the Xiongcheng is a bit dull.

But Song Qingshu's heart was still a little angry.

So Song Qingshu has a vivid breath in his chest.

Although Song Qingshu was seriously injured.

But the tone was still there, so he was still able to get up with a smile on his face.

Mo Xiejia didn't expect Song Qingshu to stand up.

After a long silence, Mo Xiejia couldn't help but exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Admire."

Song Qingshu stood proudly, smiling:

"To each other."

At this time, there were more than eighty black male soldiers in the male city. They did not die under Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword, and their combat effectiveness was still tyrannical.

During the brief conversation between Song Qingshu and Mo Yejia.

They pupa came over one after another, raised their swords, iron guns, bows and arrows, and rushed towards Song Qingshu...

This battle in Xiongcheng seemed to be between Mo Yejia and Song Qingshu.

In fact, those black soldiers whose realm was far inferior to the two of them played an extremely important role.

No matter where Song Qingshu goes.

What is he going to do.

This group of heroes who are not afraid of death has actually played their greatest value.

That is to hinder Song Qingshu regardless of gains and losses, regardless of all means.

The so-called bone-attached maggots are actually just the same.

Looking at the dozens of figures rushing under the moon.

There was indescribable irritability between Song Qing's eyebrows and eyebrows.

So he turned his head and looked at Mo Yejia:

"So far do you still bully the less?"

"Mo Yejia, do you want to be so shameless?"

Moxie Jiahaha smiled, and then sat on the ground.

He quietly swallowed the breath of heaven and earth, and kept treating his injuries.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xiejia's playful smile, so the irritability between his brows became more intense.

Just after forcibly performing the Kun Yi Kun Xian Jue.

Two tears of blood shed on Song Qingshu's face.

So Song Qingshu felt something sticky on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his palm and reached out to wipe the blood from his face.

As the palm fell, his palm passed over Song Qingshu's wet red robe.

So his palm was filled with more blood.

Song Qingshu stretched his blood-filled palm into the air in front of him, and spread out his five fingers.

The blood followed the movement of Song Qingshu's fingers and turned into countless tiny drops of blood, floating around.

Xiongcheng wind stopped.

So only the holy moonlight remained in the huge city.

Song Qingshu was writing under the moonlight with blood.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly paled.

Even the blood he smeared on his face couldn't cover up.

With Song Qingshu's blood drifting away in the wind.

Taking Song Qingshu as a circle point and a radius of fifty feet as a radius, a powerful formation emerged.

Countless fierce and sharp formations instantly enveloped the city under the moonlit night.

When the formation just emerged.

It just so happened that those heroes who were swiftly like black lightning had also swept to Song Qingshu's side.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes slightly, and opened his right palm.

I don't know how long after the silence.

The index finger of Song Qingshu's right hand trembled suddenly, as if a string was fluctuating.

So an imperceptible thin line appeared in the breath of heaven and earth.

The thin lines are extremely sharp and seem to be able to cut everything.

Those heroes who swept around Song Qing's body the fastest flew past the thin line.

Then they fell from above the night sky.

Some fell silently to the ground, his head and neck were cut open, blood vessels and bone marrow were clearly visible.

Some utter pain and anger unwillingly, just like the screaming and wailing of a war horse stopped by a stumbling line.

The broken leg

The arm that was chopped off.

After falling one after another, they hit the ground.

The howl of pain oscillated and restlessly under the quiet moonlight, especially harsh.

In an instant, dozens of people died under Song Qingshu's trembling index finger.

However, the number of male soldiers remains unchanged.