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Do not know why.

Obviously, there was not even a trace of energy fluctuation in Song Qingshu's sentence.

But when this sentence sounded.

The footsteps of those Black Feather Evil Sect disciples who were eager to escape froze in place.

No one ever escaped.

"Song... Fellow Daoist Song, what's the matter?"

Some of the escaped people looked at Song Qingshu, swallowed their saliva, and trembled uncontrollably.

Song Qingshu raised his eyes, glanced at the group of people, and then said quietly: "This time I escaped."

"You can practice casually and don't disturb the affairs of the world."

"You can enter the Fengjian Villa and control your sword for thousands of miles under the bright moon and clear wind."

"You can also enter Tangmen Valley and learn your thoughts in the deep valley."

"If someone leaves to seek revenge, he will rejoin the Black Feather Evil Sect or other sects."

"Then just wait for a few people like you."

When Song Qingshu said this, his indifferent gaze focused on a few of the hundreds of people.

The vitality of the world is slightly chaotic, and the breeze is a little noisy.

So a few people in the crowd bent down, for fear that their appearance would be remembered by Song Qingshu.

They are all villains in the Black Feather Evil Sect.

In their eyes, things like murder and arson, bullying others are just ordinary scenes of life.

There were even a few people who held several female monks at the first and second levels of Jindan in his residence.

After leaving this time, he still didn't forget to have a chat with those female monks before killing them.

After all, even he himself had to run for his life, so there was no need to care about others.

This is their reasoning.

But it doesn't make sense for Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu didn't want to talk nonsense with these people, but flicked his sleeves lightly.

A killing intent suddenly appeared in the wind.

There is sword energy condensed.

Feel the murderous aura that pervades the world.

The expressions of those villains suddenly turned cold, and they wanted to say something, but they suddenly found a hint of sweetness in their mouths.

Amidst the sweetness, there was something soft between their teeth.

Someone spit out the thing and found that it was his own tongue.

Immediately afterwards their heads were severed from the Adam's apple.

It fell on the ground of Zongmen, and there was a soft bang.

It was like a heavy stone fell to the ground.

Their heads were rolling, and after a while, the ground of the Zongmen was covered with blood.

Several of the hundreds of people died in this way, and the rest hurriedly touched their necks with their hands.

Afraid there would be a line of blood there, afraid that his own neck would break, like everyone else's.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"I've killed too many people recently. In fact, killing people is really boring."

"However, in order to kill Mo Xiejia who might kill me, it would be more boring if you think about it."

"But now, I think it's good to have fewer deaths."

"These people should die, you shouldn't, go, if you come back, you will end up in the same way."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked towards the depths of the sect of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qingshu left for a long time before someone in the group came back to his senses, and ran towards the outside of the formation without blood.

After that group of people left the Black Feather Evil Sect, the first thing they did was not think about what to do next.

It's screaming and crying.

"what!"

Their screams and wails echoed across the sky, drifting quite far away.

It was as if they could vent their nervousness just a little bit by doing so.

In fact, Song Qingshu is really not a bad guy who does all kinds of evil.

Because he really killed the people who had to be killed.

There were also many opportunities for him to kill more people, but he never did it.

For example, the group of gray-clothed old men holding empty arrows and bows on Black Steel Mountain.

For example, the group of trembling warriors standing with swords at the foot of the Black Steel Mountain.

For example, the group of people who just chose to automatically leave the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Song Qinglai could directly kill them in darkness and despair.

But Song Qingshu hoped to reduce the number of deaths every time.

Because a warrior, in addition to having an invincible and tough heart of martial arts.

Warriors must also have a natural righteousness, with the spirit and chest of the world in mind.

This is a topic repeatedly discussed by the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group: "The Dao of Heaven and Earth will not embrace the wicked."

So Song Qingshu was really careful not to become such a villain.

It can be said that the people in the Black Steel Army had too much faith, Song Qingshu had to kill them.

Fortunately, this group of people from the Black Feather Evil Sect is not so determined.

So Song Qingshu's sword lost hundreds of innocent souls.

So he was in a good mood, smiling like a spring breeze, and came to the second formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

In the second formation, there is a black pavilion towering into the sky, and Mo Xiejia is standing here.

So Song Qingshu was about to break the formation.

The avenue of heaven and earth around him suddenly became chaotic.

A clear light hit his face, and a morning breeze lingered around him.

The most powerful killing formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect is slowly beginning to unfold.

"You came?"

Song Qingshu was about to tear apart these formations around him.

Mo Xiejia's voice came from the towering black pavilion.

Song Qingshu stared at the black pavilion, looked at the red blood and white bones under the pavilion.

After a long time, Song Qingshu sighed quietly:

"The Way of Heaven and Earth does not embrace the wicked."

"But you keep killing people, turning other people's flesh and blood into your true energy."

"Moxiejia, you are not human."

Chapter 388 Seeing the Scholar Again

After hearing Song Qingshu's accusations.

Mo Xiejia's big laughter came from the black pavilion in front of Song Qingshu: "Hahaha. Interesting, very interesting."

Song Qingshu frowned, and the Zixue soft sword inserted into the magic circle under his feet, hindering the operation of the magic circle.

Immediately, his face was as cold as frost, and he said indifferently:

"Why is it interesting?"

Mo Xiejia's voice came faintly from above the attic, faintly like a puff of green smoke: "Because I think you are very hypocritical, so I think you are very interesting."

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Why hypocrisy?"

Mo Xiejia pushed open the iron window on the top floor of the black pavilion.

With a leap, he stood on the eaves of the black pavilion.

Song Qingshu looked up at Mo Xiejia.

Watching Mo Xiejia's shoulder-length black hair fluttering gently in the air.

Looking at his eyes that were smiling on the surface but actually were as cold as ice and snow, he was indifferent and speechless.

Mo Xiejia squatted on the eaves, the indifference on his face turned into a playful smile: "What is hypocrisy?"

"Because you are a fake saint, fake compassion, and fake heart."

"Since killing people with your thoughts, shouldn't you cut down the tens of thousands of people who stand in front of you?"

"Since you are determined to do it, why do you bother to say anything, the way of heaven does not embrace the wicked?"

"I went to see you with my clone before, but I wouldn't hate you so much."

"Now, I really want to vomit on you."

Mo Xiejia held a black scroll in his right hand, and lightly squeezed a glass of sake in his left hand.