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The heavy feeling on his shoulders at this time is just a regular attack, and there is no entity.

That being the case, Song Qingshu's Move Mountain Jue lost its power.

How can you kill someone with a camel mountain on your back?

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and the artistic conception of Kun in his body suddenly had something to say.

So Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"Zong Kunlun Mountain is as high as a thousand feet, and weighs ten thousand mountains."

"I don't care, I don't speak, I don't see, I don't hear."

"The mountain is gone."

"I'm going on a getaway, don't point at me!"

At this point, Song Qingshu's shoulders suddenly loosened, and Kunlun Mountain disappeared.

Chapter 394

In the world of ordinary people, bloodshed and injuries are always necessary in a battle.

After the bloody battle, there will be bloodshed and broken skin at the least, severed body and limbs, and death at the worst.

It can be used in the battle of practitioners.

The more powerful they are, the more elegant their fighting style will be.

The more elegant the battle, the fewer those bloody scenes.

But this does not mean that their battle is no longer cruel.

Quite the opposite.

The more elegant the battle, the more dangerous and painful it is, the far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Just like the duel between Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu today.

From the looks of ordinary people, the two of them just talked a few words, and then fell into peace with each other.

Naturally, a battle that ends at the touch of a tongue cannot be considered a fierce battle.

There was no sword energy flying through the wind, and no killing intent fluttered to capture the soul.

There is no blood here, and no broken body and limbs are seen flying. It can be said that it is not even an ordinary battle at all.

But for Song Qingshu.

This battle, which seemed so ordinary that it ended at the touch of a tongue, was even more terrifying than Xia Houli's simple iron spear.

It is even more soul-stirring than the arrowless bowstring of the old man in gray.

Because this kind of battle is no longer a battle in the usual sense.

Ordinary battles and the division of life and death, also see the strength of the high and low.

You can also click to the end, and say a word in front of your opponent, you are not as good as me.

But the battle Song Qingshu is facing at this time is only divided into life and death, not other things.

Mo Xiejia hit Song Qingshu with the rules of Kunlun Mountain in his own world, knocking him out of his mind.

So Song Qingshu didn't see, didn't hear, didn't think, and didn't care about Kunlun Mountain.

So Kunlun Mountain disappeared in Song Qingshu's world.

Not only that.

Song Qingshu still stared at Mo Xiejia viciously, and let out angrily:

"Don't point at me!"

Song Qingshu said the angry sentence at this moment in a reprimanding tone.

There was a scolding indifference in his voice.

There is also a gentle tone, which makes people can't help but get close.

Such a statement has its own powerful persuasive meaning.

And it also contains an extremely powerful power.

Following Song Qingshu's words.

Mo Xiejia suddenly felt that the huge mountain named Kunlun had left Song Qingshu's shoulders.

Then Qi Tengwu came to his own arm, between his fingers.

As a result, it was difficult for Mo Xiejia's arm to keep upright, so he had to drop it, no matter how difficult it was to point at Song Qingshu's body.

"Your world rules can actually affect me?"

Mo Xiejia sat down cross-legged, with an extremely imperceptible paleness appearing on his face.

Then Mo Xiejia swallowed his saliva, opened his lips in disbelief and spoke.

Song Qingshu took a few deep breaths, and it was difficult to breathe:

"Your world can come to mine, why not mine?"

visible.

After finishing these words, Song Qingshu couldn't breathe.

At this moment, he was short of breath.

The vitality that should have been abundant in the body was somewhat exhausted.

This can be seen.

The sentence that Song Qingshu said just now is not as simple as it seems to ordinary people.

It was the few words he was able to say just now after spending a lot of effort.

Mo Xiejia let out a foul breath, and then flipped through the scroll in his hand again.

Brush la la.

The vast black fonts swept away from Mo Xiejia's eyes.

After a long time, Mo Xiejia just saw the passage that he was most satisfied with.

"Song Qingshu, in fact, when I finish the first sentence of the language of rules, you should die."

"But you survived a few sentences."

"Okay, since that's the case, let me say one more thing."

"Among the words of rules I have mastered now, the most powerful and unstoppable one, listen to it?"

Mo Xiejia said with a joking smile while carefully looking at the words on his scroll.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't want to hear it.

But Mo Xiejia's finger was on the book, and the words came to his lips, how could he make Song Qingshu not listen?

So Song Qingshu activated the Dao of Kunyi in his body, furrowed his brows tightly, and braced himself.

Mo Xiejia's expression under the moonlight became more and more serious.

Inky long hair fell on the face in front of him.

If there is a wind blowing under the bright moon at this time.

Presumably, the long black hair will also blow with the wind.

Mo Xiejia's lips parted slightly, and he recited a passage from his scroll.

This time he spoke very slowly, but every word was like thunder, extremely severe!

"From what I see, the world should use the power of samadhi to turn all mountains, trees, grasses, trees, and land in the Shantilan realm into a road, so that all things can be seen, and all things should listen to and receive the magic law in front of me."

"Flying with my thoughts, there are fires floating or in blue, yellow, white, purple, red, black."

"Seven colors come out together, illuminating the majestic city in the colorfulness."

"As I say, the vitality of Xiongcheng is like wind, like fire, like emptiness, or like flames when it is hot, or like water, or like water foam, or like mountains."

"Sometimes it looks like flowers, or it looks like Garuda, or it looks like stars, or it looks like gods, or it looks like demon foxes!"

After hearing Mo Xiejia's words, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sneered: "Do you have the nerve to borrow and copy the words from the Diamond Sutra?"

"What I saw, that sentence should be correct as what I heard."

Mo Xiejia closed the page, frowning slightly:

"I say what I see, that's what I see."

"I am the only god in this world, and my words are God's will."

"Since it is God's will, then it can only be that the Diamond Sutra copied my sentence, not me."

Song Qingshu frowned, holding the Zixue soft sword in his hand, and took a step forward.

Yet at this moment.

Mo Xiejia's words resounded like thunder through the city.

The breath in the air was as restless as boiling water.

The previously dead lake suddenly panicked.

The willow branches on the shore of the lake broke and fell, and the leaves fell into the lake.

There are countless breaths of heaven and earth in Xiongcheng.

Came from a long way from the wilderness of the black attic, carrying dust and wind along the way.

The menacing and dusty approach came upstairs, and then angrily smashed at Song Qingshu from upstairs.

Song Qingshu yelled angrily, raised his sword and slashed at Mo Xiejia who was now on the black attic.

Ling Lie's sword intent cut off the first breath of heaven and earth that came to Song Qingshu, flying away like a bolt of lightning with a vague murderous aura.