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The sword intent is no longer clear, so naturally it is no longer powerful.

Song Qingshu also knew this, but he couldn't restrain it.

Because he is really depressed now...

Draw the sword, swing the sword.

The sword energy pierced through the air like the wind.

There were several thunderclaps in the air.

Brush it.

No one stood within a few feet.

Song Qingshu walked towards Mo Xiejia step by step.

twenty feet.

ten feet.

Bazhang.

Six feet.

Five feet.

……

Song Qingshu focused his eyes on the wall, and the wall crashed down, turning into rubble on the ground.

Song Qingshu stepped on the gravel.

While feeling the unevenness under your feet.

Song Qingshu chopped down several people with his sword, a sense of exhaustion welled up in his heart.

Lose a horseshoe to lose a battle victory.

To lose a battle victory is to lose a great empire.

Even if the small price accumulates, it will also affect the outcome of the entire battle.

The ant nest is like this on the thousand-mile long embankment.

An iron spoon is like a solid prison cell.

The same is true for Song Qingshu who is walking with a sword at this time.

He must be extremely cautious.

Only then was it possible not to lose any horseshoes in this wheel battle.

What's more, these hungry wolves-like soldiers don't know life and death, and don't know pain.

They rushed towards Song Qingshu like zombies, not afraid of others.

And at this moment, Mo Xiejia had opened his eyes at some point.

Looking at the light smile on the corner of his mouth, it can be judged that Mo Xiejia's act of absorbing the exercises has been successful.

But Mo Xiejia has not made a move until now.

Then he must be waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for an opportunity for Song Qingshu to lose his fighting horseshoe and then make a fierce move.

"It's despicable to wait for work with ease."

Song Qingshu yelled, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand cut out a ten-foot-wide sword light, and chopped hundreds of soldiers in front of him into ink.

Then Song Qingshu looked up at Mo Xiejia and said angrily.

Mo Xiejia smiled slightly:

"It's the art of fighting."

Chapter 402

"The Art of Fighting?"

"Maybe, after killing people for a long time, there will always be something called experience appearing out of thin air."

"But Mo Xiejia, can I understand that your so-called art is just a way of saying you are cowardly?"

Song Qingshu swung the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and chopped several people flying in front of him into powder.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Xiejia who was chuckling with his chin in his hands, and said indifferently.

The vitality of the world in the black male city is rushing.

The clouds and mist on the dome dispersed with the wind and disappeared without a trace.

The world outside the magic circle is as bright as day.

The world inside the magic circle has a light and slightly slanting moonlight.

Under the flickering moonlight are the remaining hundreds of soldiers and Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia with calm faces.

The roaring fighting sounds in the male city kept stirring in the wind.

Mo Xiejia raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth:

"What did you say?"

The reason for saying this is naturally not that Mo Xiejia couldn't understand Song Qingshu's provocative words.

But Mo Xiejia wanted to see if Song Qingshu dared to express his words a second time.

Song Qingshu raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth:

"I said, you're a coward."

As Song Qingshu's words fell to the ground.

A killing intent as heavy as iron appeared in the originally clear night sky.

This is the killing intent from Mo Xiejia.

Killing intent emerged from the air, and directly smashed at Song Qingshu's body.

puff!

A muffled sound came.

Song Qingshu's shoulders suddenly sank.

His figure fell directly to his body.

There was a deep mark on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

On his shoulders, it seemed that each was being pressed down by objects heavier than Kunlun Mountain.

Then Song Qingshu's legs fell directly into the bluestone slab.

Countless spider-like lines were cracked on the stone slab.

crackling.

Song Qingshu raised his head with difficulty, and the bones in his body made a sound like frying beans.

This world is Moxiejia's world, so Moxiejia's coercion is much more terrifying than the outside world.

"roll!"

The veins on Song Qingshu's neck bulged, and then he yelled at the sky like a roar.

This is the end.

The murderous coercion that Mo Xiejia spread at will was dispelled by Song Qingshu just now.

"A killing intent that I randomly spread can make you look like a howling dead dog."

"You are so weak, what confidence do you have to tell me what to do?"

"Song Qingshu, if you don't want to die too quickly, then you'd better hope that I don't attack you so soon."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu coldly, sneered and opened his lips.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and pointed it at Mo Xiejia.

Silent for a long time.

In the quiet night.

The cold light shining on the blade seemed to represent Song Qingshu's indifferent killing intent.

Jianfeng's slight song represented Song Qingshu's tiredness at this time.

The straightness of the sword represents Song Qingshu's unyielding spirit.

Because Song Qingshu has a sword in his hand.

So he is indifferent and silent.

Mo Xiejia, however, understood what it meant.

"Actually, I have always wanted to recruit you as my subordinate."

"My world has clear wind and bright moon, majestic cities, wine and songs."

"Song Qingshu, do you want anything else?"

Mo Xiejia sighed slightly, shook his head and said.

Song Qingshu stood proudly:

"Your world is not invincible!"

"I don't have the courage to aspire to the sky."

"There is no determination to crown the heroes."

The indifference at the corner of Mo Xiejia's mouth turned into a chuckle: