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Following Song Qingshu's cold voice, a faint mist lingered around Song Qingshu's body.

For a while, although Song Qingshu's body was still standing on the ground.

However, his figure was a little floating and illusory, like a cloud above the earth.

Mo Xiejia's infinite pressure of true essence directly passed through this cloud and mist, and could no longer cause even a little oppression to Song Qingshu.

"So what if I don't kneel?"

Song Qingshu felt the coercion coming through his body, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said quite proudly.

Mo Xiejia saw that Song Qingshu was still smiling happily in front of the pressure of his true essence, and couldn't help being taken aback: "Song Qingshu, are you really a Jindan sixth-layer monk?"

"You know, even the strongest of the Nascent Soul's third level, they can only bow their heads in front of me!"

"If you keep on struggling, you will only suffer from a broken leg."

Song Qingshu shrugged, with a playful smile on his lips:

"Maybe, you just think too much of yourself? But in fact, your true energy pressure is really average?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia smiled again.

The fierceness in his eyes was also replaced by full appreciation:

"Song Qingshu, I found that I suddenly like you very much."

Song Qingshu waved his hand:

"Don't, Mo Xiejia, even if you look as weak as a woman, I won't like you!"

Mo Xiejia laughed.

Then he directly took out a dark jade tablet from his pocket and threw it into Song Qingshu's hands.

The jade tablet feels like a piece of ice jade when rubbed, it is cold and smooth, which shows that it is expensive to make.

And there are many patterns engraved on the jade tablet, and countless black dragons are flying and circling in the jade tablet, which shows its preciousness.

Especially the word "one" engraved on the jade plate made Song Qingshu even more interested: "What is this?"

Mo Xiejia put his hands behind his back, and proudly opened his lips:

"This is the token of the first elder of my Black Feather Evil Sect!"

"The one who can get this token is a man who is recognized by me, and at least he is a second-tier Nascent Soul master!"

"As for the Jindan cultivator who got the token, Song Qingshu, you are still the first!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu continued to play with the jade token, and said with a smile while playing: "Is that so? Why did you give me the jade token? Could it be that you want to lure me into the Black Feather Evil Sect?"

Mo Xiejia shook his head violently, with a serious voice:

"It's not a win-win, it's a gift from me to you!"

"Song Qingshu, if you accept the jade plaque, then I will spare you those serious crimes!"

"If not..."

It's not waiting for Mo Xiejia to finish speaking.

Song Qingshu exerted all his strength with his right palm, and crushed the First Elder jade tablet in his hand into jade powder: "If not, what will you do with me?"

As Song Qingshu spread his hands again.

The black jade powder was poured on the ground like a handful of sesame seeds.

The ink-colored jade powder is blown by the breeze in the air, just like an impromptu work of a splash-ink landscape painting.

This picture is still beautiful.

But in Mo Xiejia's view, this was the loudest slap Song Qingshu gave him.

For the first time in nearly a hundred years, Mo Xiejia's face felt some pain.

So he withdrew the appreciation from his eyes and became indifferent:

"Song Qingshu, do you know that you missed the only chance to survive?"

"If you still want to live, just kneel down and kowtow a few times, and I will let you be the Great Elder!"

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"No, go away."

Chapter 314 Chaotic Sea Sword Intent

Song Qingshu's voice was scolding.

In the eyes of the owner of Tangmen Valley and the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa, it is really arrogant to the limit.

Although in their hearts, the current Song Qingshu already possesses the triple or even stronger strength of the Nascent Soul.

But the opponent is Mo Xiejia.

The strongest man in this world!

If it was said that Mo Xiejia was a talented person just now, that's why he was willing to chat with Song Qingshu for so long.

So now, Mo Xiejia has no reason not to make a move, right?

At this point, the two of them suddenly felt a little dazed.

They began to wonder whether the vision of the future that the Lord of Reincarnation showed them was real.

It is clear.

Today's Song Qingshu may not even survive today, so how can he be invincible?

How to become the Lord of the Heavenly Emperor?

But what Mo Xiejia did next made the two of them even more puzzled.

Mo Xiejia faced Song Qingshu's naked provocation.

First he was taken aback for a moment, and then he stood still for the first time, and he was almost the same as the rumored bloodthirsty tyrant.

"Song Qingshu, I hope that you will still be alive in the near future."

Mo Xiejia raised his hand, brushed a strand of black hair on his face, looked at Song Qingshu, and said with a vicious smile.

Song Qingshu pulled out the Zixue soft sword, pointed at Mo Xiejia:

"Whether I die or not has nothing to do with you."

"Since you swung that shocking palm, the aura of true energy all over your body has appeared in a vain state."

"Later, you pretended to suppress me and spent all the remaining true energy in your body, Mo Xiejia, you are the one to die."

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia frowned slightly, and said with interest: "My real body is still in retreat. This body was left by me to prevent the chaos of the Black Feather Evil Sect decades ago."

"But, Song Qingshu, how did you find out?"

In fact, Mo Xiejia is proud of his true essence avatar.

As early as when Song Qingshu received that shocking palm, he could tell by the power of sweeping.

It is also because Mo Xiejia's avatar now has very little vitality left.

That's why Mo Xiejia didn't choose to chase after that slap, but made an unsuccessful surrender.

At this point, Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"What do I have to do with you? Mo Xiejia, I just want to remind you, don't take yourself too seriously!"

"In this world, there are too many people who are more powerful than you."

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Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu with a hint of puzzlement:

"Aren't you from this world?"

Song Qingshu nodded.

Mo Xiejia laughed, and then his figure turned into countless crows.

The crows flew towards the sky, crowing again and again.

"Song Qingshu, I will leave the customs in half a month at the latest, but I am already at the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul. You'd better leave this world early."

"Or, with endless despair, wait to die."

"Mo kill, thirty-six thousand cut!"

Just when Mo Xiejia's first two sentences came.

The ancestors of Pengshan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, they never thought that Mo Xiejia would make a move.

But Song Qingshu has been waiting for his third sentence.

In other words, Song Qingshu had already seen the killing intent deep in Mo Xiejia's eyes.

So Song Qingshu knew that Mo Xiejia would definitely make a move.

Moreover, it should be the strongest killing move that Mo Xiejia can show under the current situation!

Just after Mo Xiejia shouted [-] cuts.

All the crows flying away let out a mournful cry, and then turned into sword intents, slashing at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at the tens of thousands of sword intents, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand trembled with excitement: "This is not the first time I have seen this picture of a crow flying across the sky."

"The first time I saw Crow Hengkong, it was a slash by the third elder of the noble clan who exhausted the changes in the way of the sword, but I made a slash."

"Today's [-] cuts, the only kind of sword intent, is like cutting [-] knives in one breath, then I will exhaust one change!"

Song Qingshu looked at the [-] crows with a kind of sword intent, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu coldly from the sky, and murmured:

"This sword can cut Yuanying fourfold, Song Qingshu, how do you carry it?"

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword horizontally in front of him.