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Song Qingshu snorted, looked at Mo Xiejia's face quietly, and said, "You are dead."

Chapter 411

"Roar!"

Mo Xiejia looked at the scroll that had become a piece of waste paper in his hand, and couldn't help letting out a stern roar.

"What is it called!"

Listening to Mo Xiejia's roar, Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows in anger.

Then Song Qingshu raised his left hand hidden behind him, and turned his hand directly at Mo Yejia to make a big mudra.

puff!

There was a muffled noise.

Mo Yejia's chest suddenly collapsed into a big pit.

Then Moyejia flew out like a kite with a broken line, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

There was a loud bang.

Mo Xiejia fell to the ground, smashing a pit half-foot wide.

"vomit!"

"Song Qingshu, how dare you!?"

Mo Xiejia slapped his right palm fiercely, and stood upright with all his strength.

But before Mo Yejia could stand firm, there was a sense of irritability in his abdominal cavity.

Then Mo Xiejia vomited a mouthful of blood, then glared at Song Qingshu, and said sharply.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu's right hand quivered.

Brush it.

A thin line emerged from the air, passing through Mo Yejia's calf knee.

Puff.

A thin line crossed Mo Yejia's calf, bringing a light noise and a burst of blood.

Mo Xiejia, who had lost his calf, suddenly felt his center of gravity unstable, and after shaking slightly, he fell to the side.

"what!"

Blood gushed from Mo Yejia's knees.

No matter how Mo Xiejia mobilizes the vitality of the world to stop the bleeding, it will not help.

The thunder arc flashed under Song Qingshu's feet.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu came to Mo Xiejia's side.

Song Qingshu raised his leg and fiercely kicked Mo Xiejia's cut calf far and flew away.

Mo Yejia, who had lost his leg, no longer looked like an elegant scholar, with a disheveled hair and blood-red eyes.

He knocked the torn book in his hand on the ground.

While questioning Song Qingshu:

"how can that be!"

"I have learned the Wanwu Magical Law until I enter the room. I should have a Dharma body for ten million."

"How did you hurt me?"

Song Qingshu gave Mo Xiejia a cold look:

"In the face of absolute power, all your reliance is just a joke."

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu squeezed his five fingers together.

As a result, the circle filled with black male city inside and outside all went crazy.

Thunder smashed in the sky, smashing all the buildings in the city.

There was a strong wind blowing in the city, and the sharp wind blades scattered all the dirt in the city.

A thin line quietly emerged beside Mo Yejia.

Mo Yejia's long, shoulder-length hair was cut into a bald head.

His loose robe had cracked small openings.

Every opening is extremely deep, deep into the heart, lungs and bone marrow.

Immediately Moyejia's left foot was cut into meat sauce.

The right leg broke from the calf.

The left hand pointing to Song Qingshu was shaken by the breeze.

So the five slender fingers of his left hand fell to the ground.

His eyes were cut with thin lines.

The neck was cut by thin lines.

So Mo Xiejia, who was not alive before, could no longer look at or speak.

Mo Yejia was about to die, so his world shattered together.

boom!

The bright moon hanging above the sky was shattered and disappeared with the black city.

Bright sunshine once again shined on Mo Yejia and Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu felt the sky light on his body, full of joy.

In the pool of blood, Mo Yejia, who had severed hands and feet, trembled violently, feeling the sunlight.

"Friend Song Dao! You have come out, it makes people wait."

Song Qingshu just stood under the sun for a moment.

Tang Xun's loud voice rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu turned his head to look at Tang Xun.

Tang Xun's hair was messy like a chicken coop.

And his two sleeves, which should have been long, were also burned extremely short at this time.

So Tang Xun at this time does not seem to have the appearance of a worldly expert when Song Qingshu first saw it.

It was as funny as a beggar burned by fire.

"Tang Lao Gu, you have worked hard."

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth raised a slight curve, and he nodded to Tang Xun, opening his lips.

"Huh! What kind of hard work is he?"

"When we encircled and suppressed the Tianyumen, I underestimated the enemy and was almost killed by an old man from the Tianyumen."

"If it weren't for my timely rescue at Fengjian Villa, he would have been turned against him a long time ago."

Hearing Song Qingshu's relief, Tang Xun had no time to accept anything.

Li Zhan's slightly indifferent voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu looked along the source of the sound and saw Li Zhan's figure.

At this moment, Li Zhan was holding a remnant sword in his hand, and his eyes that should have been deep and sharp became a little cloudy.

The cruelty and hardship of the decisive battle between Zongmen and Zongmen can be seen from this.

"Hey, you guy, obviously I can win, okay?"

"If it weren't for you to act rashly at the end, then the old thief must die in my rainstorm!"

Tang Xun's face suddenly blushed as he listened to Li Zhan's words, and he hurriedly defended.

Li Zhan snorted coldly and raised the remnant sword in his hand:

"Come on!"

"If I hadn't cut out the clarification of the sword intent of the Heaven and Human Sword, would you still be able to stand here intact?"

"Also, in order to save you, I also lost my holy sword in Fengjian Villa. Can't you be soft?"

Song Qingshu saw that the two of them were about to rip apart once they met, and shook his head dumbfoundedly: "You guys, it's been hard work."

"It's just that the enemy has not been eliminated, so it is better for the two to unite."

Hear the words.

The slight smiles on Tang Xun and Li Zhan's faces all converged.

Li Zhan held the broken sword and stood on the left side of Song Qingshu.

Tang Xun is holding the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle in his left hand and the Buddha's Fury Lotus in his right hand, standing on the right side of Song Qingshu.

"Friend Song, where is he?"

Thousands of brilliance appeared in Li Zhan's muddy eyes, carefully surrounding him like an eagle.

After searching for it carefully and to no avail, Li Zhan just opened his lips to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu puzzled:

"Who?"

Tang Xun looked at Song Qingshu with a blank face, and said anxiously:

"Of course it's Mo Yejia!"

"As soon as we received the news from Fellow Song that you had entered the Black Feather Evil Sect alone, we rushed over without stopping."

"It's okay if you are fine now, Moyejia and others, it is only possible for the three of us to join hands to kill!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu laughed.

Then Song Qingshu stretched out his finger, pointed at Mo Xiejia who was lying not far away, and said, "If you are looking for Mo Xiejia, then that is it."

Li Zhan looked in the direction of Song Qingshu's fingers, and saw Mo Yejia who looked like a dead dog, his pupils suddenly expanded, and his eyes were full of horror.

Tang Xun even opened his mouth wide, and said to Song Qingshu vaguely: "Friend Song Daoyou, are you...you are kidding us?"

"Then... that invincible Mo Xiejia, now he is dead so miserably?"

Chapter 412

Listening to Tang Xun's words, Li Zhan's expression in his eyes suddenly became more frightening.

After a long silence, Li Zhan just put away the residual sword in his hand, looked at Mo Xiejia's body and muttered, "How is it possible?"

"Mo Xiejia is a character like that, if he really says he is dead?"

"It's too trifling."

Hearing this, Tang Xun nodded afterwards:

"This is really unreasonable."

Stop talking.

Tang Xun walked directly to Mo Xiejia's side.

I plan to take a good look at what this man who has brought fear to himself for countless nights looks like.