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The sword body is not shattered and turned into an afterimage.

Instead, it kept its body, flew slowly in the air for a few feet, and then fell from the air to the ground.

Song Qingshu looked at the Zixue soft sword that fell to the ground, speechless.

After a long time, Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia:

"interesting."

Chapter 392 Breaking the Law

"interesting?"

"I have never seen other pronouns other than strong for such a means of mine."

"Such a city, such a me, what's the point?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's evaluation, Mo Xiejia frowned and spoke in doubt.

Song Qingshu sucked his palm.

But because there is no wind in this world.

Therefore, the purple blood soft sword that collapsed on the ground did not return to Song Qingshu's right palm.

Song Qingshu stepped forward helplessly, bent down and picked up the Zixue soft sword, and inserted it back into the scabbard behind him.

"This world should have wind, rain, fog and thunder."

"But you just said a few words of nonsense in this mighty city, and you forcibly opened up a new world in the world with these words of nonsense."

"So this world is free from mist, rain, thunder, and breeze."

"Such means are indeed very strong."

"Such nonsense is indeed interesting."

As Song Qingshu spoke, he lifted his foot forward and walked towards the black attic.

There is a flowing stream southeast of the Black Loft.

Following Moxiejia's murmur, he made a sound.

The stream is still, and the clear light on the black attic is frozen.

The black male city seems to have become a small world from the beginning of the world.

In the black city of Mingyue, the atmosphere of heaven and earth has become extremely peaceful.

This kind of tranquility has nothing to do with who's state is high or deep, but is connected with a certain state in the rules of the Dao.

A powerful sense of subjugation was undoubtedly revealed under the bright moon and clear wind.

In such a world, ascetics cannot control the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and cannot inhale the vitality of the heavens and the earth into the golden core in their abdomen.

It can be said that in today's world, ordinary ascetics are no different from ordinary people.

But among the ranks of ordinary ascetics, Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia are by no means included.

Mo Xiejia is the master of this world, so it is naturally impossible to be bound by his own rules of heaven and earth.

And the seven-color golden pill in Song Qingshu's stomach shined brilliantly.

Although the vitality of heaven and earth sucked into Song Qingshu's body was a little less, it was still somewhat there.

So Song Qingshu could still stride forward, and still had the courage to stab Mo Xiejia to death with a single sword.

Mo Xiejia poured out a mouthful of turbid air, and the manic vitality of heaven and earth in his body was absorbed by him again.

"This is the critical moment."

"Song Qingshu, can you just stand there obediently and wait for me to kill you without saying a word?"

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu who was walking towards him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he whispered.

Song Qingshu naturally refused.

So even though Song Qingshu's face was as pale as paper, and his blood-colored robe was shabby.

Even so, Song Qingshu's footsteps are still pressing towards the black attic step by step.

His eyes exuded a radiance as bright as light, and were as clean as his slender right hand, free from dust.

Mo Xiejia saw Song Qingshu silently turning a few corners in the alleys of Xiongcheng, as if he would disappear into Xiongcheng at any moment.

Then that annoying figure reappeared in front of his eyes.

Moxie Jia didn't want this.

Because now is not the last time for Mo Xiejia to make a move.

He has not reached the intensity of the peak of his life.

So Song Qingshu must stay where he is:

"In the name of Qingfengmingyue."

"Use Heicheng Attic as an order."

"Song Qingshu, please stay?"

After Moxiejia finished speaking.

The air around Song Qingshu's body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

On the Xiongcheng, there are countless vitality from heaven and earth descending quietly, surrounding Song Qingshu's body.

Trapped Song Qingshu in the formation formed by the Heaven and Earth Avenue.

Just as Song Qingshu guessed.

In the world opened by Moxiejia, he is the master of this world.

So he doesn't need to act, just speak.

The Dao laws of this world will be directly transformed by Mo Xiejia into the world Mo Xiejia wants.

"The Lord of Reincarnation said so."

"In this world, I will meet my own opportunities and challenges."

"I have never seen the existence of manipulating the vitality of heaven and earth like this."

"So this really cannot but be called an opportunity."

"Unfortunately, because I will die at any time."

"So, I really have to work hard to complete such a really difficult challenge..."

Song Qingshu looked at the avenue of heaven and earth lingering around him, and opened his lips with a smile.

That's all.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Song Qingshu uttered a few incomprehensible words like a doggerel: "A gentleman can't get enough to eat, and he can't live in peace."

"No desire, no need, no fear, no wind, no rain, no fog, nothing to do with me."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and said.

After each word, Song Qingshu would stand still for a while, so his speaking speed was unusually slow, appearing very elegant.

Song Qingshu looked at the faint floating clouds on the dome.Said with a smile.

Song Qingshu's tone was flat and gentle, appearing very amiable.

But his tone was so resolute, with a categorical determination.

……

If there were only other people in Xiongcheng at this time, they must have failed to understand the intention of Song Qingshu's words.

Even if the one watching the battle is the top powerhouse in the world.

It was Tang Xun and Li Zhan, and it was difficult for them to see through Song Qingshu's intentions.

So Mo Xiejia is the only person in this world who can understand Song Qingshu's nonsensical words.

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, Mo Xiejia's expression became solemn, and he looked at Song Qingshu with horror in his eyes.

When Song Qingshu uttered these words, the world in the black male city was originally quiet and silent.

Suddenly, some extremely subtle and almost imperceptible changes occurred.

Mo Xiejia lightly closed his right hand, turned his head and closed his eyes, and could vaguely hear crackling crackling sounds.

The source of the sound was Song Qingshu's side.

Then the bloody robe on Song Qingshu's body fluttered gently in the wind, and his long black hair fluttered freely.

Mo Xiejia looked at this very ordinary scene and found it hard to understand.

This world should have no wind, no dancing, no rain and no thunder.

That being the case, how did Song Qingshu's blood robe dance with the wind?

How fluttering is his long black hair.

After thinking for a long time, Moxiejia was able to come to a conclusion:

"A hole was opened in Xiongcheng's world?"

While breaking through Mo Xiejia's world, the breath of heaven and earth lingering on Song Qingshu's body also quietly disappeared.

So Song Qingshu continued to walk silently to Mo Xiejia on the black attic.

Looking at Song Qingshu who had regained his mobility, the expression on Mo Xiejia's face was extremely complicated.

He didn't expect that Song Qingshu's seemingly casual words could break the power of rules that he had been brewing for a long time.

He didn't think so.

It should have been a winless game.