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Mo Xiejia frowned slightly, and gently raised the scroll in his hand to the sky.

clang!

There was a crisp and pleasant metal explosion sound, and sparks exploded from the scroll in Mo Xiejia's hand.

Then Song Qingshu's sword with killing intent was picked up by Mo Xiejia above the bright moon sky.

The killing intent in Song Qingshu's sword swept into the deep clouds.

As a result, the originally clear and beautiful clouds suddenly rolled and twisted very violently.

It looks like there are thousands of crows soaring and dancing in it, and thousands of dragons are struggling and rolling inside.

The world above the clouds is chaotic.

The breath of heaven and earth under the majestic city is also disturbed...

Chapter 395

Random Song Qingshu swept into the depths of the clouds with a murderous sword.

The killing intent stirred non-stop, and the cloud group was torn apart by the sword energy formed by the killing intent, revealing a gap for a very short time.

The light of the deep moonlight sprinkled from those gaps, and was scattered by the churning clouds into countless colorful colors.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, it was distorted into countless shapes.

Those quiet moonlight fell on the black city.

Or blue or white or black.

Song Qingshu looked at the color on his body and was indifferent.

In ordinary eyes, such a brilliant moonlight will naturally bring some terrifying emotions to people.

But in the eyes of ascetics.

These moonlights distorted into countless shapes are even more frightening.

Because in Song Qingshu's sea of ​​consciousness at this time.

The quiet moonlight shone in the sky, and it turned into a monk holding a vajra and stomping on a golden hair.

The quiet moonlight shone on the ground of the Xiongcheng City, and it turned into a monster with fierce flames and claws.

The quiet moonlight shone on Song Qingshu's face, so it turned into countless water and fire and rushed towards Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu knew that this was not an illusion, no illusion could be strong enough to deceive his own sweep.

This is not Mo Xiejia's thought attack, the thought attack should come to mind, how can it appear in the world?

It doesn't matter whether it is a venerable cultivator who is not angry and majestic, or a monster with his teeth and claws, or the overwhelming sky, fire, and divine water.

All these are real things and things.

This is Mo Xiejia, using the profound realm of the six layers of Yuanying, to imitate the breath of heaven and earth in the Xiongcheng into the appearance of gods and demons in the sky!

This is a simple sentence.

But it was even more frightening than Xia Houli's full-bodied shot.

This move already has the power to transcend the world, and it is tainted with a little bit of divine power.

This is a god's attack, and it is an impact that can crush mortals.

No one can withstand this kind of attack, not even Song Qingshu can do it.

As a result, blood oozed from the corners of Song Qingshu's lips, and blue veins appeared on Song Qingshu's head.

Under the impact of this power beyond the secular world.

Before the angry and roaring gods and Buddhas in the sky.

It was difficult for Song Qingshu to generate even a trace of resistance.

I saw Song Qingshu's knees were slightly bent, as if he could only kneel down slowly.

His face was pale in pain, and the trembling golden core in his belly seemed to be destroyed under Mo Xiejia's terrifying impact.

Song Qingshu exhaled lightly.

In the face of such a terrifying attack, what Song Qingshu can rely on is no longer those mysterious cheats of the system.

It was the purple blood soft sword in his hand that was covered in blood like his own.

Song Qingshu's face was as pale as snow, and he didn't look energetic at all.

Fortunately, the purple blood soft sword in his hand is still gorgeous, full of infinite power and beauty.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and then shook out three sword flowers.

One used the Misty Surrounding Art, so that sword flower was light and quiet.

One used the Great Desolation Overcoming Mountain Art, so that sword flower was as heavy as a mountain.

One used the Cuilan Chaos Sea Jue, so that sword flower was dense and continuous.

clang!

clang!

clang!

clang!

One beheaded the cultivator, and the blood gushed out more than half a foot.

One cut down the ghost and beast, and the shrill ghost screamed, shaking Song Qing's eardrums with pain.

One flower extinguished the water and fire in the sky, and white smoke billowed up, filling Song Qingshu's eyes.

"A few good swords, with some skill and meaning."

"However, Song Qingshu, don't get complacent too early."

"Of course, tangible things can easily kill you, so what about you next?"

Mo Xiejia looked at the purple blood soft sword trembling in Song Qingshu's hand, smiled jokingly, and opened his lips.

Following Moxiejia's words, it fell down.

The venerable cultivator reappeared in the sky with the eighteen golden arhats, and the strange ghosts and beasts appeared in Jiuyou.

The sky full of water and fire rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Therefore, in Song Qingshu's eyes, the gods, gods and ghosts who had just been hacked to death by him reappeared in the sky.

The heavy clouds had already dissipated, and at this time, starlight shone through the crevices of the heavy clouds.

And the reappearing gods and Buddhas in the sky rushed towards him accompanied by the stars.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand:

"I can cut out tens of thousands of knives, how many times can you be reborn?"

Mo Xiejia chuckled playfully:

"As long as the majestic city is still there, then gods and ghosts will not be destroyed, and there will be countless eternal lives."

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was slightly lowered by half an inch, and the fox asked:

"Such a method can really be transformed by you, a person at the sixth level of Nascent Soul?"

Mo Xiejia laughed:

"There are gaps in the avenue of heaven and earth, ascetics can only go as far as the fifth level of the Nascent Soul."

"Now that I have already made up for the incomplete way of heaven, I have taken my strongest step. Is it strange that I can have such a means?"

Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword lowered a little bit, his face indifferent:

"So, you are the strongest in the world?"

Mo Xiejia nodded, and stood proudly on the attic, in the light of the breeze, moon and stars: "Because I am the strongest in the world, so of course I am stronger than you."

"Song Qingshu, if you fold it in my hands, you won't suffer."

Song Qingshu inserted the Zixue soft sword behind his back, and smiled jokingly:

"Add an explanation."

"I'm not from this world."

"So it doesn't matter to me that you are the strongest in the world."

"To put it more clearly, I will not die."

Mo Xiejia raised an eyebrow:

"So, why don't you raise your sword across the sky?"

Song Qing's written color is as cold as snow:

"You don't need a sword to kill all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, so don't raise your sword and stand in the sky."

Mo Xiejia chuckled:

"Extremely sharp-tongued."

"Song Qingshu, I'm a little bored."

"Go to hell with your disgusting self-assurance and posturing that annoys me so much!"

That's all.

Gods and Buddhas filled the sky, ghosts and ghosts filled the ground, rushing towards Song Qingshu with unstoppable power.

Facing such an attack, Song Qingshu's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The bones in his body began to crack.

The corners of his eyes began to ooze blood.

His face grew paler.