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"If a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, if he doesn't leave now, when will he wait?"

Mo Xiejia coughed lightly:

"The wall in front of you is not a dangerous wall, and even if you want to go, you have to make a few detours to come."

"You know, there is no way ahead of you."

Song Qingshu drew his sword and slashed at the black wall, and the indestructible black wall directly blasted open a huge door.

"You know, there is no way in this world."

"Did you know that a straight line is the shortest path between two points?"

"You know, I suddenly want to tear your world apart."

Song Qingshu used his swords one after another, every time he shattered a wall, he had to say a word.

So countless good walls were chopped down into dangerous walls by Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu walked a few steps faster, getting closer to Mo Xiejia.

Song Qingshu's eyes fell on the wall of the black male city, which was broken.

Song Qingshu's sword fell on the building of Heixiong City, and the building was broken.

Song Qingshu landed on the stone steps of Heixiong City.The stone steps are broken.

Song Qing wanted to fly straight up into the clouds, come to Mo Xiejia, and finish the person he was most worried about.

But for some reason, Song Qingshu always wanted to demolish his city first.

So Song Qingshu took the fastest route while lowering his eyes and raising his feet to swing his sword.

Whether it is a steel-like city wall, a winding walkway, a solemn building or a crooked stone road.

None of them could stop Song Qingshu's footsteps, they could only stand stubbornly in front of Song Qingshu.

Then it crashed down and turned into dust all over the place.

Chapter 397

"A gentleman does not erect a dangerous wall."

"So you chopped up all my walls and turned them into pieces of mustard powder, and then quickly passed through?"

"At first, I thought I was unreasonable enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more unreasonable..."

"Obviously there is a way for you to go, but you just want to take the road without a way. Are you being cheap, or am I thinking too much?"

Mo Xiejia was connected with Hei Xiongcheng, so he wanted to scold Song Qingshu as much as Xiongcheng was upset with Song Qingshu.

So under the moon, while speeding up the absorption of the vitality in his body, he grinned and cursed Song Qingshu from time to time.

Under the moon, Mo Xiejia's ink-colored hair was flying freely, hitting her face and eyes.

Some embarrassment.

But look back at Song Qingshu.

No matter whether it is a city gate, a stone wall or a majestic and mighty building in front of him, none of these can block his way.

As Song Qingshu walked along, the walls collapsed and the house collapsed, bricks and stones splashed everywhere on the ground.

It was originally a wall that isolated everything, but Song Qingshu forced a way out.

"Mo Xiejia, aren't you ready to go downstairs?"

Song Qingshu's eyes stayed on a wall, and the wall stones shattered and burst.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Xiejia who was more than twenty feet away, shook his head and opened his lips.

Mo Xiejia closed his eyes and nodded slightly, saying:

"At least half a stick of incense is needed."

Song Qingshu laughed, then pulled out the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and slashed at Mo Xiejia.

puff!

There was a violent sound of the sword blade cutting through the air.

There is some vague and ferocious killing intent in the sword energy.

He came rushing towards Mo Xiejia.

The momentum of the sword messed up the clear water of the lake.

The killing intent chilled half an inch of the night.

Because it was sudden, it was chilling.

In today's world, no one can ignore Song Qingshu's cold sword.

So Mo Xiejia had to be forced to open his eyes.

He took out a book page from his belly.

Immediately he roared earnestly, held up the pages of the book, and directly knocked down the oncoming sword energy.

clang!

There was a sharp and deafening roar.

Song Qingshu's sword intent opened Mo Xiejia's scroll.

puff!

An extremely dull voice came from Mo Xiejia's chest.

Song Qingshu's killing intent unstoppably slashed at Mo Xiejia's chest.

puff!

The vitality of heaven and earth on Mo Xiejia's chest automatically condensed into a pair of armor, resisting Song Qingshu's lingering sword energy.

Song Qingshu's sword seemed to have fallen on an iron plate, and the sword's intent began to feel a little illusory due to the violent impact.

However, Song Qingshu's sword still aimed at Mo Xiejia's chest unstoppably.

Then there was a sound of broken iron in the air, and sparks trembled in Mo Xiejia's chest.

The strong wind splashed and danced in all directions, blowing Mo Xiejia's loose robe to the sound of hunting.

This was the first time Song Qingshu's sword fell on Mo Xiejia.

So this is also the first time Mo Xiejia encountered such a powerful sword.

The continuation of the sword energy is a bit difficult.

Mo Xiejia was a little tired facing this sword.

"While you are sick, I will kill you."

"Although you are not sick yet, it is time for me to act!"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly when he saw Mo Xiejia desperately resisting his own sword.

Then Song Qingshu muttered something.

While walking slowly.

Then he hurried away.

And then trot.

In the end Song Qingshu strode away.

All the way smoke and dust billowed, all the way breaking the wall and speeding.

boom!boom!boom!

The ink-colored heavy walls were smashed open by Song Qingshu.

Then he got closer and closer to Moxiejia.

twenty feet.

Nineteen feet.

Fourteen feet.

ten feet!

The elegant carvings on the black pavilion have clearly appeared in front of Song Qingshu's eyes.

The roof scenery full of ancient style is gradually clear.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, the black pavilion, which was featureless and even a little vulgar, has become a little more beautiful.

The sense of distance may not necessarily produce beauty only by being far away.

Song Qingshu took a breath of cool air, and Hell Terrace trembled slightly with his thoughts.

"As far as I can see, a million characters in the world are a million soldiers."

"One hook and one swipe will become an iron spear and sharp sword, and one stroke and one stroke will become a heavy iron armor."

"Soldiers have endless power, words have the power of a sea of ​​smoke!"

"Soldiers come."

Just when Song Qingshu wanted to take the last ten feet, he flew in front of Mo Xiejia.

While resisting Song Qingshu's sword intent, Mo Xiejia murmured something in the night wind.

Listening to his speech, Song Qingshu frowned, and a bad feeling crept in his heart.

So Song Qingshu threw out the Hell Tower, which was bigger than the hill, and flew through the air, hitting Mo Xiejia on the pavilion.

"Shut up!"

Song Qingshu let out a stern voice.

Song Qingshu knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had never met in his life.