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So the five fingers of Song Qingshu's right hand began to tremble slightly.

Brush it.

Countless thin lines appeared in the air.

Each thin line brings out a white mark in the air.

Then every thin thread resembles a sickle of death, harvesting the lives of several people.

puff.

puff.

puff.

With several soft sounds of broken air in the air.

In the end, the eighty-odd soldiers who remained were also in different places.

Under the moon of Xiongcheng, only Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia were left.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Yejia who was sitting on the cross-legged seat, and his right hand suddenly closed.

As a result, the countless thin lines in the air instantly gathered together, cutting away at Mo Yejia!

"When did you set up the formation?"

Mo Xiejia waved the scroll at will, interrupting the thin line of Song Qingshu's intention, while silently questioning Song Qingshu's lips.

No sneak attack.

Song Qingshu lost his right hand and his expression was indifferent.

Chapter 409

Not only Mo Yejia alone thought so.

Even the best array mage in the world.

His formation process must also be a long process.

Every trace in the formation is every inch of flesh and blood in the formation.

Even a master of formation.

When it outlines the lines of the formation, it must also be drawn carefully.

If there is an error in one of the marks, no matter how great the formation is, it will collapse.

So at this time, Mo Xie Jia Shi was really surprised.

Because when Song Qingshu faced hundreds of heroes.

Mo Xiejia saw all Song Qingshu's movements in his eyes.

He breathed in, and smiled angrily.

Even if it was the light trembling of his fingers when he drew his sword, Mo Xiejia never let it go.

Therefore, Mo Yejia felt that Song Qingshu had no time to arrange his formation.

So Mo Xiejia asked her own inner doubts very puzzled, trying to get a decent explanation: "Song Qingshu, how did you engrave your formation?"

Song Qingshu had a meal.

After a while, he smiled and said:

"You are talking about this formation?"

Mo Yejia nodded:

"Otherwise, could it be something else?"

"Say it quickly, and I will satisfy my curiosity before I die."

Song Qingshu smiled and pointed at the broken black walls: "In fact, it's very simple."

"This formation with a radius of fifty feet is not so grand."

"I'm just walking through the wall while carving out formations with my feet."

When Mo Xiejia heard this, besides a glimmer of enlightenment, there was a smile between her eyebrows: "Carving with feet?"

"There is still such an ability in the world?"

Mo Yejia said while gently brushing his sleeves.

Then a strong wind emerged in the city of Houxiong, blowing all the rubble scattered in the city to the sky.

The accumulated stone receded, and a clean bluestone slab was exposed in Mo Yejia's eyes.

So in this area of ​​fifty feet.

The looming engraved pattern on the bluestone slab appeared in front of Mo Yejia.

Every few steps.

There are two footprints about two fingers deep on the hard bluestone slab.

The edges of the footprints are neat and smooth.

It looks like it was carved out with a knife.

Song Qingshu said that it was the first time that Song Qingshu engraved the array.

Mo Yejia looked at the footprints one after another, and sighed after a long time: "I didn't expect that there are still geniuses in this world."

A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's pale face:

"Excessive reputation."

Mo Xiejia sneered:

"You are too modest."

"I have also thought about the avenue of formation, but I have never seen it before, there are people who can have feet."

"But fortunately, you have a battle, so do I."

After saying this, Mo Yejia reached out to his loose robe.

After that, a kit like a sachet was pinched in his hand by Mo Yejia's fingers.

Mo Yejia held a scroll in his right hand.

He held a kit in his left finger.

There is a powerful array in the kit.

It seems that as long as Mo Yejia is willing.

The kit in his hand will directly explode the infinite formation intent, and then swallow Song Qingshu in the formation intent.

In this kit, there is a super-strong formation that can cut the five-tiered Nascent Soul.

This is the ultimate move that Mo Xie Jia spent countless years to engrave.

This is also the move that Mo Yejia uses to save his life.

From when Mo Xiejia had just stepped into the fifth stage of Yuan Ying.

He prepared such a formation for Li Zhan, Tang Xun and others.

Decades later.

The kit finally left Mo Yejia's embrace.

Faced with the first opponent in its life.

The kit was held in his arms for a long time.

So the tips are slightly warm.

The moonlight in Xiongcheng was very clear.

Song Qingshu under the moonlight smiled coldly.

"Song Qingshu, to force me to come here, I really have to compliment you."

"There is a formation in the bag, let's take a look?"

Mo Yejia squeezed the kit with his middle finger and thumb, smiling.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, Song Qingshu's fingers trembled extremely imperceptibly.

Like flying flowers pinching leaves, but also like embroidery.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes after a long time.

He let out a foul breath, then raised his head to look at Mo Yejia:

"You try?"

Mo Xiejia snorted coldly:

"No need to say anything!"

"Song Qingshu, accept my gift!"

Stop talking.

Mo Xiejia directly crushed the kit bag exuding the fragrance, and his expression looked hideous like a ghost.

As the kit was crushed, a faint light gleamed faintly in Mo Yejia's left palm.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the black city fell into deathly tranquility.

This was like the calm before the storm, which made Mo Yejia excited.

But Song Qingshu did not expect to be bathed in wind and rain at all.

He has been smiling coldly, with countless sarcasm in his eyes.

The two people in Xiongcheng fell into silence.

After a long time.

Mo Xiejia's doubtful murmur broke the tranquility of Xiongcheng first:

"The killing formation in my kit can't be activated?"

"Song Qingshu, what have you done?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and the cracks in his eyes were compelling.

Then Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist.

Brush it!

Following Song Qingshu made this move.

Countless arrays with different auras ejected from the space behind him.

Like a small spring in the mountains, refreshing and cold spring water is constantly gushing out.

The formation aura that continuously spewed out only in a flash, stirring the heaven and earth vitality in Yuexiaxiong City into turbulence.

Countless tiny tearing turbulences of vitality emerged from the chaotic formation, lying between the two bodies.

It was not that Mo Xiejia didn't expect that Song Qingshu's formation was very fast.

But Mo Xiejia never thought Song Qingshu could be so fast.

It was just a meeting and chatting with each other a few words of skill.

At least seven or eight formations burst out behind Song Qingshu.

Milky white spatial turbulence emerged among those formations.

It looks like a black hole on the ground.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the male city is like flowing water, flowing continuously into the black cave.