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It hit the wall of the black male city heavily!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook.

"kill!"

Seeing that the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth were covered with blood, some soldiers roared angrily to call other soldiers to come.

Look at these black soldiers who are quite opportunistic.

Song Qingshu's eyes became extremely terrifying.

indeed.

During the decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia.

Song Qingshu suffered a lot in his first confrontation.

And this failure was only between him and Mo Xiejia.

The dragons coiled in their own world and fought a decisive battle.

Victory or defeat.

This is all the dragon's own business, how can the ants give pointers to it?

Kunpeng spread its wings, soared tens of millions of feet, and landed in the South China Sea with a mournful cry.

Although the result is amazing, how can it be judged by sparrows singing softly on the branches?

So Song Qingshu's eyes fell into coldness.

So a flower of blood bloomed directly in front of the soldier he saw.

Among the blood flowers are exposed internal organs and other organs.

The lungs and liver contracted violently in the wind, and the living heart kept beating.

Then Song Qingshu blinked.

So the blood flower turned into a puddle of ink, and the heroic soldier turned into ink in the wind and was blown to pieces.

"Song Qingshu!"

Four more people rushed into the flying dust where Song Qingshu was standing, armed with various weapons and wanted to kill Song Qingshu.

Looking at the struggling faces of the four people in the dust.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt quite bored.

Immediately, his eyes swept over the several heroes present,

So they exploded and smashed away.

The iron gun was broken from the tip to the tail, and I don't know how many sections were broken.

The double whips exploded into shattered iron powder all over the ground.

The pure white sword was corroded into something worse than scrap iron.

The strings of the hundred-jin iron bow were broken.

"Song Qingshu, did you enjoy the kill?"

Mo Xiejia stood among the piles of rocks.

There was a lot of dust on his plain and loose robe.

Moxiejia's hair was disheveled.His face was pale and he looked a little embarrassed.

However, Mo Xiejia's eyes were so bright.

It is as bright as stars twinkling in it.

Because he looked at the dented black city wall in front of him.

The smoke and dust billowing all over the sky have already subsided.

Song Qingshu struggled to get up from the wall and looked at Mo Xiejia indifferently.

Mo Xiejia knew one thing a long time ago, that is, Song Qingshu is very tenacious.

Very tenacious.

So this shot.

Mo Xiejia didn't expect that the violent air wave could directly shock Song Qingshu to death.

But Mo Xiejia knew that he performed well in this head-to-head encounter.

In that hedging without any fancy, without any skill at all, purely a contest of brute force and state, he won the victory.

This is really important to Moxiejia.

So there was a playful smile on Mo Xiejia's delicate face.

"Look, you are very proud?"

"Can you tell me where your pride comes from?"

"Or your pride is like your mother wants to hit you, so it makes no sense."

Both Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu were quiet for a while.

Song Qingshu's highly recognizable voice came over.

His voice was tired, but steady.

His tone was unavoidably trembling, but it was normal.

Mo Xiejia raised an eyebrow:

"You will bleed with one blow from me, and you will be sent flying away with another blow."

"I have such a brilliant record, can't I be proud?"

Song Qingshu patted the dust and dust on his body, sneered and said:

"Using formation trivia to kill my patience."

"Suppress my spirit with my own world."

"In the end, I will use thousands of soldiers to consume my mental power."

"Then you wait for the work yourself and then turn around and attack."

"Don't you think that what you have done is too beastly and shameless?"

"But I look at the way you smile now, it seems that you are not ashamed, but proud?"

The dust that Song Qingshu raised earlier was completely settled.

So Song Qingshu stared straight at Mo Xiejia, then opened his lips and said.

Song Qingshu's front lapel was originally bright red, but now it looks a little red and black.

I'm afraid Song Qingshu vomited a few mouthfuls of blood on his clothes after that slap just now.

Mo Xiejia listened to Song Qingshu's doubts and complaints, smiled silently, and remained indifferent.

immediately.

The soldiers who stood like a pack of wolves in the fields of Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia started to riot again.

Mo Xiejia blinked his eyes.

Those soldiers then charged towards Song Qingshu again.

The killing sound shook the sky again in the black male city, and the breath of heaven and earth was cut into countless fragments by swords, knives and arrows.

Chapter 405 Questionnaire

The wind blows wildly from the four wilds.

Blowing across the land in the mighty city.

The scholar standing upright holding a bamboo scroll was smiling, letting the strong wind blow his shoulder-length black hair and make a sound.

The general who was fighting with the Zixue soft sword had a serious expression on his face, and the strong wind blew across his face, making him a little uncomfortable.

"bring it on!"

Song Qingshu roared angrily, and raised the purple blood soft sword in the wind.

Then the sound of his purple blood soft sword piercing the sky once again overwhelmed the violent wind, and began to harvest life again.

This scene seems to be the same as before.

But in fact, all this is different from the original.

roar.

The veins on his hands exploded.

Then swing the sword.

The sword energy shattered the gust of wind coming from the four fields.

The sword cut off the head of a soldier.

"what!"

Someone took the center line between the eyebrows, and his body was cut in half.

Someone's head and blood splashed in the sky.

Human limbs and viscera are scattered on the ground.

When performing these movements, Song Qingshu was still as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

His movements are still stable, and no one has ever seen his flaws in thousands of moves.

But for some reason, under such a natural movement, every move he made was even more blunt.

His expression was still calm, and there were emotions that no one could understand deep in his dark eyes.