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Song Qingshu frowned, then raised his sword and chopped off.

There was a clang.

Several heroes were cut into flying ashes by Ling Lie's sword.

Several flying arrows that were as fast as ghosts also turned into clouds and dispersed.

"Song Qingshu!"

A soldier flew towards Song Qingshu from a high altitude, roaring something.

He holds a heavy ruler sword, under the blessing of gravity and potential energy, it looks so soul-stirring.

Feel the sound of breaking wind coming from above your head.

Song Qingshu never raised his head.

Instead, he directly raised his hand and slapped the top of his head.

It's like flicking your palms to drive away mosquitoes when the summer night is cool.

Then the man who was roaring above Song Qingshu's head directly turned into a cloud of smoke between heaven and earth.

The heavy ruler sword was also shattered into several ink stains.

Blown up in the wind and never seen again.

"Song Qingshu, how about the stage I prepared for you?"

Mo Xiejia swallowed the last most of the heaven and earth vitality in his body.

He opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu just before the last step, and said with a joking smile.

Song Qingshu swung his sword and beheaded several people.

His face is as indifferent as ice:

"Boring to the extreme."

"Mo Xiejia, can't you come down and fight me yourself?"

Mo Xiejia laughed:

"Although these shrimp soldiers and crabs will not be considered very powerful."

"But it looks like it bought me a lot of time."

"Song Qingshu, enjoy yourself again."

"Live and wait for me to screw your head off!"

heard.

Song Qing's expression became indifferent again and became extraordinarily dignified.

So Song Qingshu dropped the sword in his right hand.

Then inject a burst of violent heaven and earth vitality into it.

The sword pointed at Mo Xiejia who was sitting cross-legged upstairs.

In just a moment, Song Qingshu will shoot through the air with his sword.

Nail Mo Xiejia directly to this purple blood soft sword.

No matter what.

Just when Zixue Soft Sword began to tremble slightly.

It seemed as if he would break through the wind and go away in the next moment.

The scroll in Mo Xiejia's hand began to rustle again under the breeze.

The content on the scroll was turned page by page until the wind stopped.

Then Mo Xiejia's gaze just happened to stay on this page.

So Mo Xiejia opened his lips and murmured:

"As far as I can see."

"The sword should be held in the palm of a tiger, and it should not fly across the sky."

"As far as I can see."

"This world should have the power of thunder and lightning to punish those who don't follow the rules."

After Moxiejia finished these two short sentences.

His already pale face became even paler.

And in this bleakness.

But there was Mo Xiejia's extremely confident chuckle.

However, Song Qingshu's face became a little ugly.

Because the purple blood soft sword that was supposed to break through the wind returned to his palm.

No matter how Song Qingshu urged the vitality of heaven and earth to infuse Zixue Ruanjian, it remained silent.

So Song Qingshu also wanted to say something, so that this ruled world could be changed a bit.

"The sword can stand half a foot in front of you, and it can also cut through thousands of miles across the sky. It doesn't stick to one pattern. Only then is the way of the sword calm..."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and then used the rules of Kunyi Dao in his body to whisper.

However, Song Qingshu hadn't finished speaking yet.

Above the Nine Layers of Clouds, a thunder dragon several feet wide smashed down on Song Qingshu.

This is the wrath of heaven.

Thunder arcs flashed under Song Qingshu's feet.

White mist billowed out.

In an instant.

Song Qingshu's figure quickly retreated nearly fifty feet.

boom!

There was a loud noise on the land where Song Qingshu's forefoot had just left, and the ground was startled by thunder.

The end of Song Qingshu's hair was brushed by the thunder just now, so it was a little burnt black.

With scorched black hair and Song Qingshu's pale face, Song Qingshu looked even more embarrassed.

"Hahaha! How about it, do you still dare to talk nonsense?"

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's smoky hair and laughed wildly.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows:

"Damn things!"

Moxie laughed lightly:

"Each each other."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth was even more tainted with a tinge of anger: "Don't let me fly a thousand miles with a sword, why can't I kill you with a sword!"

"Mo Xiejia, I will definitely cut you under the sword!"

The smile on the corner of Mo Xiejia's mouth was a little playful:

"But it will eventually take time."

Say it.

Moxiejia closed his eyes again, waiting for his final success.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, raised the purple blood soft sword flatly in his hand, and pointed the blade of the sword at the black soldiers surrounding him: "Anyone who blocks my way will be killed without mercy!"

When he said this, Song Qingshu really regarded the group of monks in front of him as real people.

So when he shouted, he used his own killing intent.

The killing intent spread through the blade, and went straight up to the Nine Layers of Clouds without stopping.

Originally Song Qingshu thought that such a killing intent should be able to scare away several people.

But soon Song Qingshu realized that he was wrong.

Because after he finished shouting the ups and downs.

There were still soldiers holding swords and charging directly at Song Qingshu, fearless of life and death.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to draw his sword to face each other.

So the hero whose arm was cut off by him.

He changed his hand to hold the weapon and killed again.

The soldier whose legs were cut off by Song Qingshu.

Either crawl.

Or jump and continue to follow other males to attack.

Those people's faces were as dark as ink.

A lot of ink splatters every time it bleeds.

Anytime someone dies.

But no one cares about anything.

Not even caring.

Such a killing scene.

Naturally, it was extremely terrifying.

Chapter 401 The Art of Fighting