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Chapter 391 No Wind in the City

Song Qingshu stood under the moon.

Standing in the cool breeze.

Standing downstairs in the black Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky.

Looking at the man upstairs.

The man holds a book in his right hand.

He squeezed the wine glass tightly in his left hand.

Long black hair fluttering.

The bright moonlight lightly hit the man's delicate face.

Undoubtedly revealed the ferocious and regretful expression on that person's face.

Mo Xiejia lowered his head and looked at Song Qingshu, a rare smile appeared on his indifferent face like snow: "This Xiongcheng is my world."

"So in this world I am an invincible existence."

"Even if you want to enter this world, it depends on my arrangement."

"In my arrangement, only those who are also the sixth-fold Nascent Soul can stand in my world."

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and the vitality from the sky surged towards his chest.

for a long time.

Song Qingshu's swollen chest let out a sigh of relief.

Then Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully and said:

"Moxiejia, I'm coming to your city, it looks like that, isn't it?"

When Mo Xiejia heard this, he sneered indifferently.

Immediately, Mo Xiejia raised his left hand to the air.

The breeze is coming.

A glass of sake appeared in Moxiejia's left hand.

Mo Xiejia's heart moved, and the cold glass of sake in his hand became a little warmer.

Then Mo Xiejia placed the wine two feet in front of him.

He lowered his head to look at Song Qingshu who was looking towards him from the downstairs of the Hei Pavilion, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "A glass of wine is drunk."

"A glass of wine laughs at life."

"Song Qingshu, will you stand out from the crowd or stand proud of the crowd?"

"No matter what happens to you, just come here first."

Song Qingshu stood proudly, his eyes full of indifference:

"It's only a few steps away."

"How difficult can it be?"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, suddenly there was a thunderbolt flying under his feet like a silver dragon, and there were thick clouds and fog like smoke around him.

In an instant, Lei Ling's Fengshen legs and Yunyan Piaomiaojue were pushed to the extreme by Song Qingshu.

Immediately, Song Qingshu's figure almost turned into a faint glow in the bright moon.

Cooperate with Song Qingshu's shabby bloody clothes.

Song Qingshu was like a red cloud blown by the strong wind in the sky.

The land shrinks into an inch, and the end of the world is close to each other.

The black attic where Mo Xiejia was originally was more than 200 feet away from Song Qingshu.

But under Song Qingshu's extreme speed.

This more than 200 zhang is just one step away from Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu stepped out with his right foot first, and the distance of hundreds of feet has passed.

However, before Song Qingshu stepped out with his left foot again, Mo Xiejia's crisp voice came from the black attic: "I said it earlier."

"This male city is my small world."

"So the ruler of this world is naturally me."

"So in this world."

"There will be no thunder in the sky."

"The dew is as heavy as iron, and the sunset is gone."

"That's it. The three realms are impermanent, whether there is happiness or not, there is the nature of the Tao, everything is empty, there is no wind, no dew, no fog and no electricity."

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

If the thunder hadn't exploded, then naturally there wouldn't be lightning arcs jumping under Song Qingshu's feet.

The dew is as heavy as iron, so naturally there will be no mist flying around Song Qingshu's side.

If the sunset glow is not so close to the sky, then naturally there will be no such beautiful trace of sunset glow.

So Song Qingshu only took half a step.

His figure appeared in the majestic black city.

There is still a hundred feet away from the black pavilion.

When Song Qingshu used Lei Ling's Fengshen legs and Misty Misty Art to the extreme.

Song Qingshu's speed is like riding the wind, or like riding the clouds, he can cross mountains and ridges in an instant, and shrink thousands of miles and inches at every turn.

Looking at Mo Xiejia who was sitting cross-legged more than a hundred feet away, Song Qingshu's blood robe trembled slightly, and the dust slowly floated up.

His expression was extremely dignified, his body was extremely heavy, and he seemed unable to take another step.

Those touching lightning arcs dissipated, and those rather beautiful white mist also dissipated.

Song Qingshu frowned and murmured to himself:

"The power of the law?"

"The chance that the lord of reincarnation told me is this great city?"

After saying that, Song Qingshu looked around yearningly, looking at this world that has become a little different, but he can't see anything.

With the sound of Moxiejia's voice, the environment around this male city suddenly changed strangely.

The lake on the side of the city is no longer sparkling, and the willows on the shore of the lake are powerless to hang down.

Even the ever-changing bright moon and clear light on the black attic seem to condense, and the breeze is no longer there.

There was silence under the black attic, and the pages of the book that should be rustling in Mo Xiejia's hand were also peaceful at this moment.

The world and everything in the Xiongcheng returned to the original state countless thousands of years ago with Mo Xiejia's murmur, and it was so peaceful that it made people feel palpitating.

In a world that is absolutely so quiet.

How can Song Qingshu walk against the wind when there is no wind to dance and sway gently?

Without Lulai across the river, how could Song Qingshu fly on the dew?

How could Song Qingshu be able to move like lightning without electricity blasting the air?

This is an extremely unreasonable world, but because this is Mo Xiejia's world.

So maybe it has its own reason?

So in this extremely unreasonable world.

Song Qingshu's figure was forced to hover in this extremely unreasonable world.

His feet didn't touch the ground, and then he fell slowly. The bloody clothes that were blown by the wind gradually became quiet, no longer trembling slightly, and his face became paler and paler.

"Is this the law of your world?"

"I've never fought someone else's world, so it's unbelievable."

"Think about it, after this battle, my strength will also become stronger?"

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently, looked up at Mo Xiejia, and murmured.

Moxiejia is indifferent:

"This nonsense, wait until you come out of my Xiongcheng to talk about it?"

Song Qingshu nodded, agreeing with Mo Xiejia's remarks.

If you want to absorb experience, you have to have the life to remember and learn.

So Song Qingshu didn't want to die yet.

So he took the purple blood soft sword in his hand and threw it at Mo Xiejia.

There was a light brushing sound.

The white turbulent flow from the hilt of the purple blood soft sword scattered like dandelions blown by a strong wind, and then slowly fell down.

Song Qingshu's throw just now used the cloud and mist wrapping technique of Kunyi Avenue.

He knew that the white turbulence was the fusion of the cloud and mist on the Zixue soft sword and the wind in nature.

It was the first time he used a sword as an arrow.

But it's the first time I've seen this happen.

The Zixue soft sword has never gone through the wind.