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Even the golden core in his body was cracked, on the verge of collapse.

However, Song Qingshu's face was still resolute and unyielding.

There was infinite pressure on his shoulders, but Song Qingshu never bowed his knees.

He raised his head with all his strength and looked at the gods and demons in the sky.

Song Qingshu was suddenly very upset, and wanted to say a long paragraph to express his aggrieved heart.

The emperor is a member of his own group, so what is this sky full of gods and demons?

Sooner or later, I want to be invincible in the world, so what do you, Mo Xiejia, do?

But under the coercion, Song Qingshu's chest was tight and he was at a loss for words.

So he couldn't say too much, so he spat out a word forcefully: "Get lost!"

The air waves rolled, and the sound waves exploded like thunder.

Chapter 396

It is said that rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry.

What's more, Song Qingshu?

After Song Qingshu came to Moxiejia's black city, he lived in various discomforts.

Originally Song Qingshu wanted to fly away, but he never thought that Mo Xiejia's majestic city would hold the thunderous clouds and rain.

Then Song Qingshu broke through Mo Xiejia's world, before he had time to be happy.

Mo Xiejia threw the huge Kunlun Mountain directly at Song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu broke away from the giant Kunlun Mountain, Mo Xiejia killed himself with a sky full of gods and Buddhas.

Song Qing was already extremely upset about letting herself be deflated over and over again.

It can be said.

From the moment he entered the city, there was always a fire burning in Song Qingshu's heart.

Yu Huo ignited countless fires between Song Qingshu's abdomen.

This made Song Qingshu even more unhappy.

Song Qingshu became more and more unhappy.

He became more and more angry.

So he wanted to vent.

He wanted to push Mo Xiejia, who was coquettish under the bright moon, down the black attic.

I want to grind the walls of this great city into mustard powder.

But Mo Xiejia stood too high and too far away.

This majestic city is really too vast.

So for a while Song Qingshu didn't know how to vent.

So he became very depressed.

So when Song Qingshu raised his head.

Looking at the violently rolling black clouds.

He watched the seven-color light falling from the sky illuminate the black city brilliantly.

Seeing the ancient gods and Buddhas falling slowly like rain from the sky, all kinds of murmurs continued in their mouths.

When seeing such scenes.

The depression in Song Qingshu's heart suddenly exploded like thunder and fire.

So Song Qingshu's belly brewed a breath.

Immediately Song Qingshu shouted angrily at the gods and demons:

"roll!"

The sound rolled away like thunder, setting off a storm in the black male city.

Song Qingshu's roar broke the majesty and majesty in the black city.

The quiet moonlight and thick floating clouds were all shattered by this roar.

Xiongcheng trembled slightly.

Mo Xiejia's black hair fell gently in front of his face.

A blood red color suddenly flashed on his delicate face.

The scroll in his right hand slipped slightly and fell on the beam, making a soft sound.

puff.

When this soft sound came, Song Qingshu also spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood spattered three feet away.

Brush it.

Song Qingshu's face became extremely pale, like a clean snow field that no one has ever set foot on.

Mo Xiejia looked thoughtfully at the black blood three feet in front of Song Qingshu.

After a long time, Mo Xiejia bent down, picked up the scroll, and gently brushed the dust off it.

"Oh, how could this be?"

Mo Xiejia raised his head and looked at the violent clouds that were tearing apart and restless.

After Song Qingshu said get out.

They are terrified to snuggle each other and squeeze together.

The gaps that had opened up were now closing again.

Then his own heroic city became different.

The wind that was originally static also floated and converged again.

Blowing the water of the lake.

The willow leaves by the lake were messed up.

Flick the scroll in your hand.

Passing the pages of the book one by one, Mo Xiejia was filled with admiration.

Song Qingshu's feet went limp and he sat slumped on the ground.

"Ahem...hahahaha!"

Song Qingshu first coughed a few times, and then burst out laughing.

He laughed very happily, because he vented his inner anguish and depression.

He laughed wildly, because all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were scared away by his roar.

So far, no trace of the quiet moonlight can pass through the thick clouds and fall to the ground.

The colorful colors of the different-colored flames disappeared instantly, and the majestic and majestic Heicheng returned to its original appearance.

Those ghosts and beasts that Mo Xiejia simulated by the rules of his own world.

After they uttered a few screams similar to howling, they scattered into countless light spots and disappeared into the sky.

And those cultivators holding golden pestles, and those water and fire rushing towards Song Qingshu.

All of these are like stars and stars falling like rain, and they shatter and go away in an instant, without a trace!

"How about it?"

Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slightly bent his left foot and then stood up straight.

Immediately Song Qingshu smiled and asked Mo Xiejia provocatively.

Mo Xiejia raised his eyebrows and coughed a few times:

"Ahem, how about what?"

Song Qingshu walked towards Mo Xiejia's position, and opened his lips while walking, "Naturally, it's the power of my words."

heard.

Moxie fell silent.

He looked at the figure in the black male city that might fall at any time.

He looked at the blood-soaked white robe on his body.

Breeze rises.

Mo Xiejia's black hair fluttered gently in the wind.

Mo Xiejia didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that Mo Xiejia didn't hear the words, Song Qingshu sneered, and walked towards him contentedly.

Mo Xiejia put the scroll in his arms and said:

"Break my three words and three words, are you so proud?"

"Song Qingshu, I just made verbal attacks just to save time. Don't think that I'm really not as good as you."

Song Qingshu walked to a black wall, raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia in the sky in a straight line: "How do you know these things if you don't fight?"

Mo Xiejia raised an eyebrow:

"Breaking my words, I think you have suffered a lot of injuries and spent a lot of vitality."

"Don't you take a break now?"

Song Qingshu draws his sword, the edge of the sword shines like snow under the moonlight: