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Because of the vitality of heaven and earth surging and surging in Song Qingshu's body.

So Song Qingshu's chest bulged exaggeratedly.

Due to the excessive force, a smear of bright red blood flowed out from Song Qingshu's mouth.

Song Qingshu bit his lips tightly, enduring the fullness in his body.

Just when the vitality in Song Qingshu's body was about to burst him.

Song Qingshu swung his palm faster than Lei Dian.

clang!

A loud noise came from the second formation.

Then the second formation swayed like a foam ball in the wind, as if it would break at any moment.

With the swaying of the formation, cracks were also opened on the black stone wall of Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly.

Then he gave another palm.

Two palms.

Three palms.

Four palms.

Song Qingshu let out a loud shout, and in an instant he slapped thousands of palms.

As a result, there was not even a trace of sound coming from above the second magic circle.

Because Song Qingshu slapped so many palms one after another, they directly scattered the air next to the second magic circle.

So the second magic circle was in a vacuum.

So there was no more sound from it.

Since the air is scattered, no sound can come from it.

But Mo Xiejia, who was sitting cross-legged on the black attic, tried his best to look at Song Qingshu, but he couldn't see Song Qingshu's attack clearly.

"so fast."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's tens of thousands of palms in one breath, without any negative emotions, and praised sincerely.

As Song Qingshu kept raising his palm to take pictures.

The black male city under the moon has changed from being as stable as Mount Tai to being trembling now.

Pieces of floating clouds suspended above the black male city suddenly shattered.

Countless black city walls were shattered into rubble.

The eighteen ancient clocks glowing with blue light on the Xiongcheng fell silent, and the second magic circle was shattered.

The ancient formation in front of Song Qingshu instantly bloomed countless white swirling flowers.

His sleeves fluttered and rustled under the gust of wind.

This is the effect that can only appear when the wind in extremely fast time and space hits him.

in a very short time.

He collided with the second largest formation covering the black male city unimaginably thousands of times.

The second magic circle swayed like blowing foam, trembling and about to fall.

Song Qingshu's body also suffered great injuries.

clang!

Song Qingshu punched again, and his fist hit the formation hard.

So at the same time as a very crisp sound came out, Song Qingshu's fist was sunken in an extremely exaggerated arc shape.

hum!

Just when Song Qingshu's fist was about to shatter the formation.

There was another humming sound from the formation.

So just now, the strength of Song Qingshu's best swing of that punch was fed back to Song Qingshu's body.

puff.

There was a soft sound on Song Qingshu's chest.

Four sternums were broken there.

Snapped.

There was a crisp sound from Song Qingshu's fist.

The fist bone was cracked there.

However, most of the power of the punching intention fed back entered Song Qingshu's golden core.

With the ups and downs of Song Qingshu's already perfected golden elixir, it is full of colorful splendor.

That powerful force has become part of Song Qingshu again.

It can be so.

Song Qingshu was still very angry.

Because under the bright moonlight, Mo Xiejia, who was sitting cross-legged on the black attic, smiled lightly.

Although neither of them said anything.

But both of them knew it well.

Song Qingshu looked away from Mo Xiejia's body, his heart trembled slightly.

"Song Qingshu, should you go to the city?"

Mo Xiejia digested the majestic power in his body, and said to Song Qingshu with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu frowned:

"Mo Xiejia, then I'm here?"

Mo Xiejia laughed:

"Now that you have so many broken bones in your body, if you want to get in, how do you get in?"

"Everything has its causal cycle, and so does the formation. You think it depends on the few punches you just swung with brute force."

"Is it really enough to break through my second magic circle?"

"Song Qingshu, don't be too naive."

Song Qingshu ignored Mo Xiejia's chuckle on the corner of his mouth, and said to the system in his heart: "Open and scan!"

The sound of the system's mechanical gears running rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

"Ding, the scan found the avenue-level formation black night, the formation is extremely damaged, the scan does not take too long, do you want to scan?"

Hearing such a prompt from the system, the smile on Song Qingshu's mouth slightly hung.

In fact, the tens of thousands of punches that Song Qingshu just swung.

It wasn't just relying on brute force and arrogance as Mo Xiejia said.

It was Song Qingshu's punch based on a speculative method about breaking through the defensive formation proposed by the infinite emperor.

So even though Song Qingshu didn't enable scan just now.

But the formation was only a little short of being broken by Song Qingshu.

"scanning!"

Song Qingshu spoke to the system indifferently in his heart.

"Ding, scanning the avenue-level damaged formation black night, the cracking level is 20.00%, please wait patiently."

"Ding, scanning the avenue-level damaged formation black night, the cracking level is 40.00%, please wait patiently."

"Ding, scanning the avenue-level damaged formation black night, the cracking level is 60.00%, please wait patiently."

……

"Ding, scanning the avenue-level damaged formation black night, the degree of cracking is [-]%, and the cracking is successful."

But after a short while, the news of the successful cracking of the formation rang in Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia who was still smiling, his expression returned to calm from irritability.

Mo Xiejia brushed a strand of black hair covering his face, looked at Song Qingshu: "What's so funny?"

Song Qingshu shrugged, but did not answer.

Then Song Qingshu lightly raised his index finger and pressed it against the second magic circle in front of him.

Pfft...clang!

As Song Qingshu exerted force on one point, a hole was directly blown out of the second magic circle that was still indestructible just now.

The cracks on the hole spread to countless corners of the second magic circle like spider webs.

There was a very faint breath desperately repairing the broken second magic circle.

But it takes time.

A moment before the second magic circle returned to its original state.

Song Qingshu's feet creaked, and thunder arcs kept flashing.

Song Qingshu's surroundings are as misty as smoke, surrounded by clouds and mists.

So under the daylight, Song Qingshu's bloody robe was never seen again.

So under the bright moon, a bloody smell suddenly appeared, and a person came with blood all over his body.

Mo Xiejia felt something in his heart.

Then he spread out the lotus seat, stood on the tallest black attic under the bright moon, lowered his head and looked at Song Qingshu seriously, and opened his lips and said, "Have you entered the city yet?"