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"Tsk tusk, the face is very delicate."

Tang Xun looked at Mo Xiejia's appearance while sneered and opened his lips.

Li Zhan frowned and said:

"He really died?"

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

When Li Zhan and Tang Xun kept looking at Mo Yejia's body.

Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly voicing the vitality of the world to mend his injuries.

As Song Qingshu kept absorbing vitality.

Originally, he had broken ribs, some cracked golden cores, and his internal condition with severe internal injuries.

All this became gradually close to normal under the nourishment of the majestic heaven and earth vitality.

The broken ribs have been connected.

The golden core between the lower abdomen is still perfect.

The injured muscles and bone marrow in his body gradually no longer need help from others.

The environment in Song Qingshu's body is naturally getting better and better.

And what about Mo Yejia who seems to be dead?

In such a moment when Song Qingshu was healed, the scroll on his right hand filled with endless brilliance.

"Old Li, I feel that Mo Yejia shouldn't die so easily."

"No matter what, you give this Mo Xie Jia a knife first, and completely cut off his breath, right?"

Looking at Mo Yejia who was lying motionless on the ground.

Tang Xun frowned and spoke to Li Zhanqi with anxiety and some excitement.

Li Zhan rolled his eyes:

"Why me?"

"My Sacred Sword at Fengjian Villa is broken, and it is definitely not as good as before when I use it again."

"Aren't you still holding the Buddha's Fury Lotus in your hand? That doesn't require me to act!"

Tang Xun smiled, and said with some embarrassment:

"Each Buddha's anger lotus is expensive to make. It's better not to make it if you can't make it."

"Lord Li, don't dodge anymore and take out the sword."

After listening to Tang Xun's reasons, Li Zhan couldn't help but smiled bitterly and scolded Tang Xun as a miser.

Immediately Li Zhan lifted Broken Sword, the sword's edge pointed directly at Mo Yejia on the ground.

"Since Mr. Tang pushed it, someone Li shamelessly supported it."

"Mo Yejia, accept..."

Li Zhan raised his sword to his chest, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered on Li Zhan's palm holding the broken sword little by little.

It seems that there will be a shocking sword about to be cut out of Li Zhan's hands.

But it didn't wait for Li Zhan's heaven and earth vitality to absorb enough to be shot.

Don't wait for Li Zhanjiang's beautiful opening sentence to finish.

Song Qingshu's roar already overwhelmed Li Zhan's voice:

"Mo Yejia! Do you dare?!"

Tang Xun and Li Zhan were puzzled by Song Qingshu's roar.

But Li Zhan instantly understood why Song Qingshu would shout such a nonsensical sentence.

Because a person's shadow appeared in front of him.

The man held the scroll in one hand, and reached Li Zhan's neck with his delicate and slender palm.

This person came too fast and too fast.

Soon, even if it was Song Qingshu, there was only time to swear, but it was too late to rescue.

Tang Xun, who was almost three steps behind Li Zhan now, only saw the figure of the person after a moment of sluggishness.

"Mo Xiejia? Take it to death, Rainstorm Lihua!"

Tang Xun clearly saw Mo Yejia who appeared in front of Li Zhan extremely quickly.

At first, he shouted angrily, and then turned his hand to seven torrential pear needles.

The Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle exploded in such a short distance that it was more ferocious than Thunder, and faster than Aurora.

So these seven needles seemed to have lost their entities in the air, and flew away in the air like a ghost.

Song Qingshu was the first to feel that Mo Xiejia was about to make a move.

So his attack is faster and faster than the ghostly torrential rain Lihuazhen.

Just when Song Qingshu just shouted angrily.

There was already a sword flying down above the sky.

A sword came violently from outside the sky, towards the figure of Mo Yejia on the ground.

There was a cloud above the heads of Song Qingshu and others.

So the sword burst out of the cloud, with a cloud thread about a few miles long, piercing the ground.

The reason for the imperial sword.

It's because when Moyejia's male city collapsed, the purple blood soft sword that fell in the male city did not know where it was blown up.

So Song Qingshu now has no sword in his hand.

Faced with Mo Xiejia's violent attack on Li Zhan, Song Qingshu could only let out a roar.

Then he thought about his purple blood soft sword again.

So waiting for thousands of miles, the Purple Blood Soft Sword stabbed Mo Xie Jia with Ling Li Wu Ji's sword power.

The speed of the Purple Blood Soft Sword was too fast, so fast that the body could not be seen at all.

So everyone present can only see a stream of light.

However, because Song Qingshu seemed to disdain to hide his momentum.

Therefore, everyone on the ground at this time clearly knew that it was a sword.

Li Zhan felt that a sword was about to come to save himself, a little excited and helpless.

Mo Yejia, who had just been resurrected, knew that a sword was about to kill him, and his heart was a little desolate and angry.

Li Zhan raised his hand to interrupt the sword in a state of joy, and slashed out a hundred and eighty slashes in an instant.

Every blow was Li Zhan's most satisfying blow in his life, and the power of every blow was enough to open up mountains and seas.

Mo Yejia only slapped in his anger.

His very delicate and slender palms smashed a hundred and eighty slashes made by Li Zhan.

Then Mo Xiejia smashed the broken sword in Li Zhan's hand.

Then Li Zhan's right hand and arm were smashed by Mo Yejia's palm, and blood splashed.

"what……"

Li Zhan had no time to scream out.

Mo Yejia's outstretched palm already pinched Li Zhan's neck.

His arm slightly backhanded, and Li Zhan stood in front of him.

Blocked in front of seven ghostly rainstorm pear flower needles and purple blood soft swords.

Upon seeing this, Tang Xun tried his best to change the trajectory of Rainstorm Lihuazhen to prevent Rainstorm Lihuazhen from hurting Li Zhan.

Upon seeing Song Qingshu, the streamer in the air stopped and flew back to Song Qingshu's hands.

Song Qingshu jumped and came to Mo Xiejia's body.

"Release people, I also let you have a way out."

Song Qingshu looked at Li Zhan who had already become a blood man, frowned and opened his lips to Mo Xiejia.

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled:

"Think I let him go?"

"Okay! Break your arm, Song Qingshu!"

Chapter 413

"Hugh is so nonsense! Let Li Lao Zhuang master soon, otherwise even if your Mo Xie Jia has the ability to reach the sky and the earth, you can only die!"

Tang Xun looked at Li Zhan, whose neck was pinched tightly by Mo Xiejia, and said palely.

Although Tang Xun and Li Zhan always look at each other unhappy on weekdays.

But working together for so long, Tang Xun and Li Zhan can be regarded as clearing up their previous suspicions.

Seeing Li Zhan's embarrassment at this time, Tang Xun also became extremely anxious.

"Hahaha?"

"I can only die once?"

"Then before I die, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for me to leave without a person with me?"

Mo Yejia laughed at Tang Xun's scolding.

The palm of his right hand gradually tightened, as if to directly crush Li Zhan's neck.

"stop!"

Tang Xun looked at the blue veins emerging on the palm of Mo Xiejia's right hand.

Mo Xiejia smiled coldly, and stopped talking.

Immediately, Mo Xiejia's eyes moved to Song Qingshu, who was standing quietly, and opened his lips indifferently: "What are you not saying?"

Song Qingshu nodded, indicating that he had nothing to say.

Upon seeing this.

Mo Yejia's eyes were blood red:

"Bastard stuff!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know what's mine in that city!"

"My faith, my hope, my sustenance, everything is in the city, you still say you have nothing to say?"

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not answer or respond.

So he just stood quietly and looked at Mo Xiejia quietly.

He began to think about a problem.

How can I kill this person?

If it was before, he could have countless ways.

The weight of the platform of hell.

The peak of the purple blood soft sword.

The palm is extremely heavy.

Even visually, it has profound meaning.

But now, he must find a new way.