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The moment Song Qingshu's right foot landed on the ground.

boom!

There was an extremely dull cracking sound.

The heavy black wall that originally stood in front of Song Qingshu was directly blown into a pile of mustard powder.

Mo Xiejia shrugged, pretended to be helpless and opened his lips and said: "Since this is the case, then I can only bully as much as possible?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"Just you rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, I'm afraid you can't stop me."

Mo Xiejia raised an eyebrow:

"Crossing the mountain with a single sword, breaking the formation with a few palms, and now I have been impacted by a few mantras of mine."

"Now the true energy in your body is not as stable as before."

"So, you are still determined to move on."

"Song Qingshu, if I can't kill you and I who are so weak, then wouldn't I be a failure?"

Song Qingshu spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm:

"Maybe?"

After speaking, Song Qingshu didn't speak any more, but continued to move forward with concentration and earnestness.

After the last ten feet are gone, everything will be settled.

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's proud appearance, sneered, and his fingers trembled slightly: "I only need the last little time, and that's enough."

"Song Qingshu, you will die in an ugly way."

"Come on, my most faithful servants!"

In a word.

The countless heroic soldiers who stood proudly in the surrounding fields suddenly dissipated into the night.

under the moon.

There is a breeze in the male city.

Thousands of soldiers walk in the wind.

There was a lot of sound of armor colliding.

For a while, Xiongcheng had the chilling artistic conception of gold and iron horses.

……

but.

The breeze could not move the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's grip.

He could only blow his black hair flying backwards like arrows.

Before he walked silently.

The mighty and majestic black city wall exploded directly into countless rubble.

The building as tough as iron and its roof were directly blown away by Song Qingshu.

Nothing can stop him from taking even one step forward.

No one can stand proudly in front of Song Qingshu for just a moment.

Even those towering nameless statues in Xiongcheng were blown away.

Let alone people?

The journey of the last ten feet is not too far away.

But Song Qingshu had to be cautious.

After all, the distance between ten feet.

If Mo Xiejia wants to make a move.

Song Qingshu was inevitably injured.

So Song Qingshu's walking speed changed from very fast to slower and slower.

With a distance of one foot, Song Qingshu changed from the previous two steps to the current three steps.

Then change from three steps to four steps.

Four steps finally turned into five steps.

Then Song Qingshu stabilized at five steps.

Walk slowly towards the dark attic.

Along the way, the first batch of thousands of soldiers had already killed Song Qingshu.

However, Song Qingshu did not pull out the Zixue soft sword behind him.

He just glanced coldly at the group of people rushing towards him, and sternly said, "How dare a marionette block me? I don't know what to do!"

Following Song Qingshu's stern voice, it echoed endlessly.

Those soldiers who tried to block his way suddenly became extremely miserable.

Some were directly shaken into powder.

Some were thrown into the air.

Some hung on the city walls,

Some fell heavily on the dark floor without making a sound.

Bricks, stones, wooden beams and gravel set off a gust of wind in Xiongcheng.

There are figures of soldiers scattered in the strong wind.

The sundries continued to scatter along with the figures.

Song Qingshu took five steps.

At every step someone would come to kill him.

So Song Qingshu would startle dozens of people back with one step.

For a moment, there was no one standing a few feet in front of Song Qingshu.

And Song Qingshu just walked proudly, with a huge momentum.

Song Qingshu, who was a few people before, can also use his momentum to retreat directly.

But then every time Song Qingshu took a step, more than dozens of bee chrysalis arrived.

The number of people ranges from twenty to thirty, and then from thirty to fifty.

Song Qingshu's every step began to become extremely difficult.

"Song Qingshu, I gave you a chance, but unfortunately you didn't cherish it."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu who was struggling in the crowd, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

Song Qingshu drew his sword without a word, and then walked forward.

Chapter 400 Horror

This seems to be the case at the beginning of any battle.

The two stood proudly in the decisive battle.

First, they despised each other.

Then exhaust the vocabulary of a lifetime to greet each other's mother.

Then they comforted themselves in their hearts and said:

"The other party is just a fool, I don't need to worry and care too much."

"I'm a thousand times better than him, why would I lose?"

Then a battle will take place.

It seems that the mouthpiece before the war has become an indispensable opening ceremony for an earth-shattering decisive battle.

There are two flowers blooming on the Mo, one in the south of the sea and one in the north of the valley, so they are on each side of the sky.

On the battlefield, there were two men, one holding an iron sword and the other holding a torn book, so they didn't like each other.

If it is not pleasing to the eye, it will be a bloody battle.

If it's not pleasing to the eye, they just wave their knives at each other.

So Song Qingshu scolded Mo Xiejia's soldiers for being puppets.

A difficult battle began between Song Qingshu and this group of heroes.

"what!"

A soldier with a silver iron spear in his hand roared at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingered on the man for a moment.

puff!

Follow Song Qingshu's gaze.

A muffled sound came from the soldier.

Then a big hole appeared in its thick iron armor.

The silver iron gun and the iron armor drifted away together with the people.

There are several soldiers holding arrows in the distance and shooting.

There were bursts of sound of flying arrows piercing the air in the black male city.