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While insulting Song Qingshu, he was also reading a book.

The words are gentle and not dignified, just like teaching a teacher.

But now in the formation, Song Qingshu was doing his best to restrain the operation of the formation.

It's like a stupid student who did something wrong and was taught a lesson by his master.

Song Qingshu put his right hand against the hilt of the sword, clenched his left hand tightly, and landed a fist on the hilt of Zixue Soft Sword.

Crack!

An extremely ear-piercing sound came from the edge of Zixue Soft Sword.

Afterwards, the most terrifying killing formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect could no longer exert any power.

With the shattering of the eyes.

The vitality of heaven and earth that should have come violently to Song Qingshu also turned into spring rain and dew again, and went away into the distance.

Song Qingshu met Mo Xiejia's eyes:

"You're sick of my fake kindness."

"That's because you're finally afraid of me."

"If it wasn't because you were afraid of me, why did you bother to vomit at me?"

"What do you say, Moxiejia?"

heard.

Mo Xiejia suddenly fell into a rather long silence.

After a long time, Mo Xiejia sighed slightly:

"perhaps you're right."

"The Black Feather Evil Sect has been standing in the world for hundreds of years. In the current situation, the Black Feather Evil Sect has never encountered it before."

"Regardless of the Golden Core powerhouses, the Black Feather Evil Sect Master alone has lost dozens of Nascent Soul powerhouses."

"Those are not people, those are the background and confidence."

"But it's fine if my Black Feather Evil Sect Master suffers a heavy loss."

"Heisha Pavilion, Black Steel Army, Tianyu Gate."

"Now the three sects will perish."

"Song Qingshu, how could you do this?"

Mo Xiezong drank the glass of sake in his left hand in one gulp, then looked at Song Qingshu, raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly, expressing that he didn't want to talk nonsense with Mo Xiejia anymore.

The bloody clothes on his body have not been washed.

The bloody clothes are still fluttering.

And his fighting spirit has reached the pinnacle of his life.

A sense of war pierced deep into the clouds.

Today's Song Qingshu.

People are the most powerful people.

A sword is the sharpest sword.

If this opportunity to annihilate Mo Xiejia is missed, then Song Qingshu is really not sure that he can win against him.

So Song Qingshu walked in front of the second magic circle of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

The second magic circle is simpler than the first magic circle.

Apart from the looming light-colored brilliance on the formation screen, even the beautiful formation pattern did not exist.

Song Qingshu looked at the extremely simple formation, and laughed mockingly:

"Mo Xiejia, the principle that simplicity is powerful, has it become your life creed?"

Mo Xiejia stopped talking to Song Qingshu, and breathed out quietly with his legs crossed.

Previously, Mo Xiejia devoured all the golden core disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect in one breath.

Those ignorant and low-strength disciples became Moxiejia's best blood food.

At this time, the vitality in his body was reaching its peak, and the vitality was extremely disordered.

It can be said that even a little vitality poured into Mo Xiejia's body from the world at this time.

Moxiejia would die violently, or die from madness.

And if it is safe to survive this period of time.

Then Mo Xiejia can not only raise his strength to the sixth level of Nascent Soul.

He can even stabilize his realm at the peak of the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul.

At that time, no matter how many tricks Song Qingshu has.

In the face of Mo Xiejia's true strength, he could never escape the end of death.

Thinking of this.

A smile appeared on Mo Xiejia's indifferent snow face.

Looking at Song Qingshu, his eyes were full of teasing.

"Crossing the mountain with a single sword, breaking the formation with the palm?"

"Song Qingshu, it doesn't matter how many legends you have on your body?"

"When I go down to the dark attic, I will definitely screw your head off with my own hands."

"That's when I'll see if the smile on your face is still so disgustingly confident."

As soon as Mo Xiejia read this, he stopped paying attention to Song Qingshu.

He closed his eyes.

Quietly waiting for the imaginably huge power in his body to turn into a part of his body.

Digesting a huge amount of energy is bound to take a long time for anyone.

There may be strong enemies ahead.

Mo Xiejia still closed her eyes in peace.

It's not because of Mo Xiejia's conceit and his contempt for Song Qingshu.

It's because he believes in the formation that guards the black attic.

He believed that this formation was enough to keep Song Qingshu out of the formation.

Just like that day when his avatar believed that his palm was enough to kill Song Qingshu.

"I can see something interesting inside you."

"So I know you're short on time right now."

"Then it should be an opportunity for me."

"A chance to beat you."

"Since you think you can stop me by breaking the formation, then come on."

Song Qingshu put away the eyes he was looking at Mo Xiejia, and murmured a few words in his heart.

Then Song Qingshu looked seriously at the magic circle in front of him and let out a clear whistle.

Below the black attic is an autumn forest dyed red by autumn scenery.

Following Song Qingshu's clear whistle came out.

The red leaves on the tree trembled slightly, and some green leaves that had not been dyed red fell down.

Like lightning, Song Qingshu raised his palm and stabbed at the formation.

A loud bang.

Song Qingshu's palm pierced into the formation, and then Song Qingshu yelled wildly.

The long black hair hanging on his shoulders was blown up by the strong wind, and then spread out like a splashed ink painting.

Snapped!

There was a hole in the line.

Chapter 389

Following the opening of the second magic circle.

Immediately, the scenery within the magic circle was no longer isolated from the outside world.

Mo Xiejia felt something in his heart, but still closed his eyes tightly.

calmer than before.

Now Mo Xiejia's heart is even more impatient and worried.

Song Qingshu's palms struggled downward in the formation.

So a hole appeared on the extremely tough formation.

Song Qingshu's palm went down with difficulty and unstoppable, and then the hole became bigger and bigger.

It's exactly the same as what Song Qingshu thought.

Previously, the first magic circle had the ability to repair itself.

But now this simpler second magic circle is more prosperous.

Song Qingshu's palm just made a cut in the formation, but with the slight movement of Song Qingshu's palm.