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A cold and deadly wind suddenly blew from the top of the dark attic.

More than a dozen crows perched on the black attic screamed and flew away in shock.

However, several crows failed to fly to the sky, so they were frozen by the cold wind and fell down.

Mo Xiejia's figure is like a black ghost.

He appeared among piles of broken stones, in front of Song Qingshu.

Behind him is a vacuum channel where the air is shattered.

The moonlight in the vacuum passage is particularly clear.

It was like a piece of jade that appeared in the vacuum channel.

The gust of wind blowing from the top of the dark attic.

It was because Mo Xiejia had released all his true essence without hesitation at that moment.

With the help of that sinister breath of true essence.

As a result, Mo Xiejia exploded at an unimaginable speed.

It's like breaking through the shackles of time and space.

Unreasonably slaughtered in front of Song Qingshu.

at this time.

Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword was taken back by him just now.

And his right foot that had just been raised was only an inch away from the bluestone slab.

Song Qingshu raised his hand and threw his foot.

It has its own rhythm.

The soldiers who roared at Song Qing and then rushed forward could not shake Song Qingshu's rhythm at all.

Song Qingshu knew.

His current situation is indeed a bit blunt, even a bit bad and dangerous.

But as long as he keeps this rhythm, he can keep going without stopping.

Sooner or later he will come to Moxiejia's black attic.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew from the top of the black attic.

Mo Xiejia came to break Song Qingshu's rhythm with a scroll.

And it was at the most critical point of Song Qingshu's rhythm at this time!

A slightly yellowed bamboo roll suddenly appeared in the air with an indescribably sinister meaning!

Among them was the sound of air shattering, and then rushed towards Song Qingshu's face!

Song Qingshu's left hand was slightly empty, with nothing in it.

And his right hand had just put away the Zixue soft sword, and it already had the movement and tendency to strike at another place.

Between the flash of life and death.

Song Qingshu stopped any movement of his right hand.

The muscles in his right hand were tensed by Song Qingshu, then trembled and relaxed, and then he tightly grasped the hilt of Zixue Soft Sword.

Then Song Qingshu's left hand also held the hilt of Zixue Soft Sword, and the veins on both hands burst out.

The blade of Zixue Soft Sword stabbed forward, in front of the yellowed bamboo scroll.

Take the sword.

Settle down.

The right hand raised the sword and stabbed.

Push your left hands together.

Then Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the bamboo scroll.

During this period, the whole action was completed by Song Qingshu in one go, as if Mo Xiejia, who was holding a scroll, would appear at this moment.

But only the powerhouses like himself and Mo Xiejia know.

Song Qingshu's success in one go is not a matter of course.

Song Qingshu's invincible rhythm was broken.

Countless thoughts were consumed by Mo Xiejia's bamboo scroll.

Although Song Qingshu has tried his best to make his movements more natural and smooth.

You can still owe a point after all.

Mo Xiejia stood on the gravel all over the ground, looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes were full of jokes, and his feet were as steady as roots.

Song Qingshu stood on the stable bluestone slab, his feet were obviously standing in place, but they were swaying.

One move.

Quiet.

It can be clearly seen from this tiny little thing.

The first time Mo Xiejia made a move, he had already won.

Because the corner of Song Qingshu's smiling mouth flowed out a smear of blood, as bright as the evening face.

However, Mo Xiejia was still dissatisfied, so the corners of Mo Xiejia's mouth were still full of indifference.

He looked at Song Qingshu:

"Why don't you die?"

Chapter 404 Pride

"Why don't you die?"

This sentence will always appear in the quarrel between the couple.

Most of the people who spoke were wives who were good at cursing.

And the person who was scolded was her husband who was always honest and honest.

There are bumps and bumps in the life between the two, and there are fights and fights.

"If you don't buy me jewelry, why don't you die!"

"You make so much money every day, why don't you die?"

"You're so useless every day, why don't you die!"

If the wife is really ignorant, words like this must always ring in the ears of the husband.

But most wives just talk about it.

If something really happened to her husband, it would be herself to worry about it.

So such a sentence.

In daily life, it seems that more uses are used to vent and joke.

Probably not many people will take this sentence seriously.

Because the meaning of this sentence is not allowed to be taken seriously by you.

However, when Mo Xiejia said this sentence.

The expression on his face matched his earnest eyes.

So this sentence no longer seems like a joke.

Instead, I seriously ask you:

"Why don't you die?"

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth raised:

"Fuck you!"

Mo Xiejia was indifferent, and pushed the bamboo scroll forward a few minutes again.

The purple sharp and slender purple blood soft sword, its blade was against Mo Xiejia's yellowed bamboo scroll.

The originally noisy Heixiong City was quiet for a moment at this moment.

Then, there was a loud bang!

The pile of black gravel under Mo Xiejia's feet exploded into countless pieces.

With Mo Xiejia as the dot, the terrifying air wave rushed towards all directions.

Song Qingshu was the first to bear the brunt, and his chest was hit hard by the terrifying air wave.

Then an extremely dull voice came from Song Qingshu's chest.

It was like thunder beating a muffled drum.

Song Qingshu persisted for a moment under this terrifying air wave, and then flew backwards.

Whoa!

Song Qingshu stood on the bluestone slab with both legs, and kept darting behind him.

Then there was a clear deep mark like a plow on the stone road in Xiongcheng.

This trace is like a piece of extremely quiet water being cut by the wind and left behind.

But in fact, that was when Song Qingshu was sent flying.The marks left by your feet on the ground.

Song Qingshu skimmed over the bluestone slab like a stone