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Song Qingshu shouted angrily, raised his sword and stabbed again!

So the sharp blade of the purple blood soft sword continued to stab Mo Xiejia in the face.

An extremely ear-piercing sound suddenly sounded!

Mo Xiejia's face paled instantly.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes twisted.

It looked extremely painful.

A mournful and desolate scream burst out from between the scholar's thin lips!

The infinite breath of heaven and earth was called to his right hand.

Then he took out a paper book in his arms with his right hand.

The paper book was rolled up by Mo Xiejia, and then hit Song Qingshu on the head.

Today's Song Qingshu has become a blood man, but his red eyes are still so calm.

Song Qingshu endured unbearable pain for ordinary people.

Put all the energy in your body on the purple blood soft sword!

Life and death are often momentary.

Chapter 407 You Lose

Scholar has always been weak.

So the ancients joked:

"One who is useless is a scholar."

The general is naturally mighty.

So the ancients praised:

"The most heroic man, Jin Jialang."

But the scholar's writing can put up a pen to secure the world.

It's like a general who can mount a horse and decide the world.

Therefore, blindly belittling scholars does not seem to be a correct answer.

Just like today.

The general stood with a sword in his hand, with a bitter look on his face.

The scholar held the book and looked at each other with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu held up the Zixue soft sword and stabbed Mo Xiejia in the face.

Holding the sword on his face, Mo Xiejia raised the vitality of heaven and earth in his hand, raised the book and knocked Song Qingshu on the head.

The rolled book is only as thick as one hand can hold.

But I don't know why.

When the book was lifted up by Mo Xiejia.

It was as if he had lifted a whole mountain with difficulty.

On his head, veins popped like hemp ropes.

When the book was severely beaten by Mo Xiejia.

The arrival of this book is as unstoppable as the earth breaking and the sky falling.

Song Qingshu could only watch helplessly as the scroll on his head was getting closer and closer.

"Ding, warning warning! The coming attack will be devastating."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous!"

In front of the scroll that Mo Xiejia gently typed.

Song Qingshu only had the system's notification sound in his mind.

There was only this thin scroll left in front of him.

"System, help me analyze how to avoid this book."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming scroll, frowned slightly, and then said softly in his mind.

If things like thoughts get up quickly, they can travel through thousands of mountains and seas in an instant.

So before Moxiejia's scroll falls.

With the help of the system in his mind, Song Qingshu won the last bit of time.

Brush la la.

The clicking sound of the gears rotating rang in Song Qingshu's mind.

After a while.

Song Qingshu finally waited for the system's notification tone again.

"Ding, according to the analysis of this system, this scroll will be swung 880 four times in an instant."

"And with the host's current level of cultivation, he can only dodge 880 times at the fastest. There is no solution!"

heard.

Song Qingshu's face darkened immediately:

"It means that no matter what, I have to be knocked once?"

"Hiding three times in 880, chasing and killing [-] times."

"Since that's the case, let's escape the fucking egg!"

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu let out a sharp whistle.

The pitch-black eyes completely turned to earthy yellow.

It seems that from the ups and downs of Xingyu, it has turned into a desert of yellow sand in an instant.

"Kun Yi Trapped Immortal Jue!"

"Nine days of sleepy immortals."

Song Qingshu's eye sockets left two tears of blood due to excessive force.

Then there was an invisible force in the world that hindered Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu.

It got in the way of the scroll in Moxiejia's hand.

As a result, the scroll exuding infinite power could not be dropped for a long time, and Mo Xiejia had to hold it up all the time, with an ugly expression on his face.

Mo Xiejia's offensive stopped, Song Qingshu naturally couldn't give him any chance to fight back.

So Song Qingshu blushed and roared angrily.

The sword in his hand sent a point forward.

One point sent forward means that Song Qingshu's sword penetrated a point into Mo Xiejia's face.

Then, between Mo Xiejia's brows, blood that seemed as red as black flowed down.

"what!"

Mo Xiejia's howling sound became extremely shrill, like the howling of wild wolves in the wasteland, and also like some kind of mourning.

For an instant.

Mo Xiejia's eyes changed from gray to dark and deep as night.

His eyebrows fluttered with the wind.

His face seemed to be undergoing some kind of change amidst his howling and vibrating aura of heaven and earth.

It's like turning into another person!

The scholarly breath began to become crazy.

Under his handsome face, there seemed to be countless other people struggling to climb out.

"Ding, warning, warning, I discovered the Nascent Soul's six-fold cultivation technique, the Ten Thousand Crow Illusion Technique."

"It's extremely difficult to practice this technique. Once you succeed in practicing it, you can transform into tens of thousands in an instant."

"Although the avatar can only last for a moment, each avatar can bear a death for the master..."

Listening to the system's notification sound, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and asked tentatively, "Wanwu Illusion?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia, who was screaming, also raised a sneer: "Although I don't know how you know the strongest skill of my Black Feather Evil Sect."

"But since you know, then you should also think that I can't be killed?"

"Song Qingshu, you have no chance of surviving."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu felt an unprecedented crisis.

So he fell silent again, and the hand holding the purple blood soft sword's hilt exerted strength again.

Feel the sharpness of Zixue Soft Sword continuously deepening.

Mo Xiejia's shrill howling sound resurfaced in Xiongcheng.

His face kept changing, as if countless people were hiding in him.

And if Mo Xiejia is willing, he can become countless people in an instant!

With the continuous change of Moxiejia's appearance.

A streak of black mist floated on his face.