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Covering his handsome appearance under the black mist.

So no matter how hard Song Qingshu exerted himself, the Zixue soft sword seemed to be stuck in the black mist.

The purple blood soft sword can't advance a point, and can't retreat an inch.

……

"you lose."

Just when Song Qingshu sent the sword to Mo Xiejia with all his might.

Mo Xiejia whispered in his ear indifferently.

Then Song Qingshu felt that his obsession with Kunyi had been shaken off.

Then he waited until a scroll fell from the head.

A loud bang.

Song Qingshu's figure flew behind him like a cannonball.

A frivolous scroll fell towards Song Qingshu from the air.

A sharp iron sword pierced Mo Xiejia's face from the air.

When this action begins and ends,

Although the life and death of the two have not been established.

But it is extremely dangerous and terrifying.

The whole process seems to be very long.

In fact, it is very short-lived.

It was so short that the soldiers standing in the black city couldn't react at all.

Then the bodies of the two spread apart.

The two have been divided, and the battle has been divided.

At first glance, it seems that there is no winner.

A deafening sound sounded.

Song Qingshu shattered an unknown number of walls in Xiongcheng in one breath.

Smoke and dust rose in the city.

In an instant, Song Qingshu's figure appeared hundreds of feet away.

The place where Song Qingshu landed was smashed into a deep hole.

Song Qingshu fell quietly to the bottom of the pit, soaked in blood, and lost countless bones.

Mo Xiejia stood outside the pit with a solemn expression and blood on his face, like a demon god.

"vomit."

Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, but the smile on his face was very conspicuous.

Moxie frowned:

"what's so funny?"

Song Qingshu laughed lightly:

"You just said I lost."

"Actually, it's not, you're the one who loses."

Following Song Qingshu's words.

A soft light radiated from Mo Xiejia's feet.

Chapter 408 Two people

Chapter 408 Two people

A soft yellow light emerged under Mo Xiejia's body, outlining the edges and corners of Mo Xiejia's face very clearly.

Mo Xiejia lowered his head slightly, and snorted coldly at the light under his lower body:

"Is this your confidence?"

"Song Qingshu, you are not so childish, are you?"

"At our level, it can be said that if one method is universal, then all methods are universal."

"Even if I don't have a deep understanding of the formation, can't I break the formation?"

Mo Xiejia clenched the scroll with his right hand, his expression indifferent.

Then Mo Xiejia slightly bent the fingers of his left hand, and his index finger and thumb stuck together.

Immediately, Mo Xiejia looked around at the light around his body.

Hey!

Mo Xiejia exerted force with his index finger.

A gas bomb appeared in the air.

puff!

A hole appeared on the hard bluestone slab.

This is the end.

The light under Mo Xiejia's feet weakened a bit.

The light gradually dimmed, like a candle that was about to be blown out.

But it has been a long time.

The dim light still exists, and it never fades away.

So Mo Xiejia's face became ugly:

"why?"

"Didn't I already shatter the eyes of the formation?"

"Why is the light still there?"

heard.

The corner of Song Qingshu's mouth couldn't help but raise an indifferent smile.

He leaned on the edge of the pit, stood up, looked at Mo Xiejia with a dazed face and opened his lips and said, "It's very easy to answer your question."

"Since the light of the formation is still there."

"That only shows that what you destroyed wasn't the eye of the array."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu coldly.

In addition to the undisguised disgust in his eyes, the remaining emotion is admiration.

Song Qingshu had countless broken bones.

He hurt his lungs, and every time he took a breath, there was a pinprick of pain.

He was injured to the atrium, Song Qingshu would frown every time his heart beat.

But even if Song Qingshu suffered such a serious injury.

He still didn't fall down, but stood proudly with a chuckle on his face.

This has nothing to do with the strength of the realm, it only lies in the tone.

Can that mouth support Song Qingshu to stand up, instead of a mouthful of stubbornness that will never be able to lie down.

The cool breeze under the moonlit night in Xiongcheng has stopped.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the majestic city was a bit dull.

But Song Qingshu still felt a little angry.

So Song Qingshu had a fresh breath in his chest.

Although Song Qingshu was seriously injured.

But the breath was still there, so he was still able to get up with a smile on his face.

Mo Xiejia did not expect Song Qingshu to stand up.

After a long silence, Mo Xiejia couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart: "I admire."

Song Qingshu stood proudly with a smile on his face:

"Each each other."

At this time, there are still about 80 black-colored soldiers in Xiongcheng, who did not die under Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword, and their fighting power is still tyrannical.

During the brief conversation between Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia.

They came over one after another, raised their swords, iron guns, bows and arrows, and rushed towards Song Qingshu angrily...

This battle in Xiongcheng seems to be a matter between Mo Xiejia and Song Qingshu.

In fact, those dark heroes who were far inferior to the two of them played an extremely important role in it.

No matter where Song Qingshu goes.

What is he going to do.

This group of heroes who are not afraid of death has truly played their greatest value.

That is to obstruct Song Qingshu regardless of gains or losses, and by all means.

The so-called maggots with bones are actually nothing more than that.

Looking at the dozens of figures rushing towards under the moon.