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After all, survival is the most basic requirement for survival of all things.

Even insect eaters who only know how to satisfy their hunger know how to choose life between life and death.

Not to mention human beings who are the most precious of all things?

So the questionnaire Song Qingshu handed over is really good.

Even if Mo Xiejia is really different from ordinary people, he is fearless in the face of great fear on the front line of life and death.

But he should also know.

Song Qingshu is a terrifying existence who once ran through mountains with a single sword.

While he was still at the seventh level of golden elixir, Song Qingshu was already inseparable from Xia Houli, who was at the fifth level of Yuanying.

Even Song Qingshu is still slightly inferior to Xia Houli in other realms.

But let's talk about the strength of the body.

Talk about the skills and tactics of close combat.

Then there are few people in this world who can be stronger than Song Qingshu.

Therefore, it is impossible for Mo Xiejia to take advantage of this outrageous mutual killing.

For one thing, a person of Mo Xiejia's status would not think about begging for death.

Secondly, Mo Xiejia should know that it is not a good idea to confront Song Qingshu head-on.

So Song Qingshu didn't care what he thought.

Mo Xiejia should fill in the word survival on the questionnaire,

Then he should choose to avoid his purple blood soft sword and escape in embarrassment.

Song Qingshu thinks so.

So there was a slight smile on his lips.

Then the purple blood soft sword in his hand stabbed at Mo Xiejia's face even more unmatched.

So what happened next made Song Qingshu a little puzzled.

In his line of sight, there was no hesitation in the yellowed bamboo scroll that exuded a faint ink fragrance, straight as an iron sword.

It was as if Song Qingshu's sword never existed.

With a fierce murderous aura, the bamboo scroll rose through the wind without hesitation, and blasted half an inch to Song Qingshu's chest with the seemingly endless breath of heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xiejia's hand holding the bamboo scroll with bruised veins, and was a little puzzled.

"If this bamboo scroll stabs me, I will die."

At the moment of life and death.

Song Qingshu thought of this.

But he didn't want to die.

So Song Qingshu continued to think about it.

The speed of thought is faster than thunder.

So in an instant Song Qingshu thought of several ways to escape.

As a result, thunder arcs rolled under Song Qingshu's feet, and the space behind him was ups and downs.

With just a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu can leave this space directly and escape to other spaces.

So Song Qingshu relaxed.

"As far as I can see, tie!"

However, Mo Xiejia's succinct scolding sound.

But it directly stopped the fluctuations in the space behind Song Qingshu, and erased the thunder arc that flickered and extinguished the turmoil at Song Qingshu's feet.

In front of the bamboo roll.

Mo Xiejia also handed out a questionnaire to Song Qingshu.

There are only two words on the scroll: begging to die.

The only thing Song Qingshu can do is to sign the scroll and prepare for the funeral.

But okay.

Just when the bamboo scroll was still a paper away from Song Qingshu's chest.

Song Qingshu thought of the cornucopia in the storage bag.

He remembered that the seven-color golden pill in his stomach now has the effect of absorbing the attacks of others to some extent.

"Cornucopia, guard!"

Song Qingshu yelled in his heart.

Then he circulated the seven-color golden pill in his stomach to the extreme.

Brush la la.

The breath of heaven and earth in Xiongcheng gathered in front of Song Qingshu, forming an indestructible vitality shield.

On the surface of Song Qingshu's skin, there was also an incomparably huge adsorption force, constantly absorbing the terrifying momentum and force on the bamboo scroll.

Seeing that Song Qingshu still has strength to spare.

Mo Xiejia snorted angrily, then raised his left palm.

After aiming at the end of the bamboo scroll, he slammed his palm down.

Snapped!

There was a loud bang.

The end of the yellowed bamboo scroll shattered into endless powder.

The front part of it pierced through the vitality armor condensed from the cornucopia.

The power penetrated the adsorption force formed by the operation of the seven-color golden elixir in Song Qingshu's belly.

boom!

The front part of the bamboo roll was blown up on Song Qingshu's chest, and the bamboo roll shattered into mustard powder.

Although the golden elixir in his stomach has absorbed most of the power in the front of the bamboo scroll.

But the infinite power on the bamboo scroll still caused Song Qingshu's chest to sink suddenly.

Severe pain came from the chest.

Scattered towards Song Qingshu's limbs and bones.

The power that seems to tear everything apart.

It directly broke Song Qingshu's ribs.

Make the crystal blood vessels and meridians in his body turbulent.

A mouthful of blood gushed out from Song Qingshu's mouth, and the world before Song Qingshu's eyes turned blood red.

At the moment when Mo Xiejia answered the survival or death questionnaire.

Mo Xiejia, who held the initiative, did not choose to evade as expected by Song Qingshu.

Silently but decisively, he attacked.

He also shattered the end of the bamboo scroll, just to make the front part fall on Song Qingshu's chest with a stronger force.

Just don't know why.

Obviously when Mo Xiejia made a move just now, the bamboo scroll should have come towards Song Qing's written door.

But it landed on Song Qingshu's chest in the end.

The only explanation Song Qingshu could think of.

That is because in the moment of life and death.

Mo Xiejia was still shaken.

There was still a moment of hesitation between fighting for life and seeking to survive.

It was that moment of hesitation.

The bamboo scroll shattered on Song Qingshu's chest, not Song Qingshu's face.

With a loud bang, Song Qingshu's blood-colored robe was torn into countless pieces.

Blood spurted out of Song Qingshu violently.

His lips, his nostrils, his brown eyes, his ears.

Song Qingshu's seven holes were bleeding non-stop, his face was indescribably pale, and his expression was extremely sluggish for a moment.

However, at the same time, Song Qingshu's Zixue Soft Sword also stabbed at Mo Xiejia's face.

Purple Blood Soft Sword is impartial.

It stabbed heavily on Mo Xiejia's forehead!

An extremely terrifying muffled sound!

A very bright cloud of sparks!

Although the purple blood soft sword's blade is slightly curled, it is still extremely sharp.

But I don't know why.

The sharp edge of the sword directly pierced Mo Xiejia's face, but not a single drop of blood slipped out of his face.

Black smoke billowed from Mo Xiejia's face.

It seems that there is still the shrill cry of crows, piercing Moxiejia's body.

Black mist enveloped Mo Xie's face.

So Mo Xiejia seemed to be wearing an invisible mask on his face.