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Mo Xiejia shrugged helplessly, raised the scroll in his hand, and said with a smile: "This mighty city is a bit small."

"Over the years, only you are stupid enough to come in."

"So, I've been here all along."

Song Qingshu nodded in agreement.

Then Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly again:

"Since you have prepared ten thousand elite soldiers for me."

"Then why haven't I, a person in the city, seen it?"

Mo Xiejia had no choice but to smile bitterly, and pointed to the few dry papers that he had torn off:

"I just made them use life as a shield."

"Take the realm as the city, and use the flesh and blood as the thread to guard me."

"One word, one person."

"One thousand words per page."

"I originally thought that no matter how powerful your hell platform is, it will probably be over if I dry up a page."

"Who knew you would dry up nine pages of me in one breath."

"Song Qingshu, you really are very resourceful."

Song Qingshu once again clenched the purple blood soft sword in his hand, his face was as cold as snow:

"So, there are still 1000 people?"

The wry smile on the corner of Mo Xiejia's mouth thawed away, turning into an intriguing smile: "Are you ready?"

This is what Mo Xiejia said.

The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly became restless.

One of the pages of the old, dog-eared book in his hand began to ooze ink.

The cool breeze under the moon gently blew the ink that exudes the fragrance of ink to all parts of Xiongcheng.

Then there are a thousand soldiers standing under the moon.

on the eaves.

in the lake.

Next to the lake.

Under the broken wall.

around the stone pile.

Thousands of burly soldiers appeared in any corner of the city.

The various weapons in their hands exude a powerful cold glow under the moonlight.

Iron swords embellished with razor-sharp sharpness.

Iron guns outline simple straight lines.

The iron bow deduces the dark horror.

Song Qingshu looked around, then raised his head seriously, looked at Mo Xiejia: "Is this interesting?"

Mo Xiejia laughed:

"Why do you say that?"

Song Qingshu pointed at the soldiers under the moon, and a cold glow pierced between his fingers.

puff!

There was a scream.

The burly soldier immediately dissipated in a puff of green smoke.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"A hero like this has realm but no soul. He can only be regarded as a puppet on a string."

"A strong Nascent Soul like this can't even be considered an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, so you want to kill me like this?"

Moxie laughed lightly:

"There is no need to kill you, as long as it can keep you."

Chapter 399 Draw the Sword

In the city under the moon.

There are thousands of heroes, standing proudly above the four fields.

The axes, axes, knives and guns in his hands shone with a dazzling cold light.

A place surrounded by soldiers.

There are two people.

One person sat cross-legged on the black attic.

He is dressed in a loose, plain robe.

Standing with a scroll in hand.

Like a sick scholar.

Standing alone in the middle of the city.

The pure white clothes on his body were already extremely bright red, and he held the sword proudly in the wild.

Like an iron-blooded general.

The scholar on the black attic looked at the general downstairs in the city.

Silent for a long time.

"Your current state is a bit bad."

Mo Xiejia looked down at Song Qingshu, who was pale and with long black hair dancing in the wind, and said with a frown.

The real energy in Song Qingshu's body was chaotic and turbulent.

Sometimes it is as violent as the eyes and mouths of the deep springs in the South China Sea.

Sometimes it is as cold as the bottom of the Beishan ice abyss.

When you are manic, you are restless.

When it is calm, it is as elegant as a lake.

One move, one stillness.

Such a turbulent breath of true essence is even more manic and chaotic than the breath of heaven and earth between heaven and earth.

Such a breath of heaven and earth exists in a person's body, so it is naturally bad.

But how bad it is varies from person to person.

If such frenzied true energy exists in the body of an ordinary person or even an ordinary monk.

Then the manic real energy breath like the eyes and mouth of a stormy sea will directly tear people into pieces.

The cold real energy aura like the abyss of ice will directly freeze the human body into ice slag.

And it sounds like a horrible scene.

In fact, it happened only for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, a life was lost.

But nothing is absolute.

Such a terrifying breath of heaven and earth.

If it exists in Song Qingshu's body, it will not cause him much harm.

So Mo Xiejia just smiled hypocritically and said that his current state is a bit bad.

It's not to scare Song Qingshu that you are bound to die.

Moreover, Mo Xiejia didn't expect to kill Song Qingshu just by relying on a little manic vitality of heaven and earth.

After listening to Moxiejia's worries.

Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"The few words you said earlier had some meaning and were very powerful."

"In order to break their offensive, I did spend a lot of effort."

"Fortunately, the vitality of heaven and earth in my body is still controllable."

Mo Xiejia smiled slightly:

"You really don't plan to sit cross-legged and take a rest?"

"I can wait for you, there is no need to be too anxious about everything."

"In Xiongcheng, the moonlit night is long, you can take a good rest."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and slightly stabilized the Jindan that was trembling violently in his abdomen.

Then Song Qingshu exhaled a foul breath, with a smile on his face:

"Didn't you say that you only need a little time?"

"In this case, how can I fulfill your wish?"

After saying that, Song Qingshu raised his foot and stepped forward.

Thunder arcs sprang up at Song Qingshu's feet, and white mist rose in the splendid thunder arcs.