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There was indescribable irritability between Song Qingshu's eyebrows.

So he turned his head and looked at Mo Xiejia:

"Until now, you still want to bully the few with more?"

"Mo Xiejia, do you want to be so shameless?"

Mo Xiejia laughed, and then sat on the ground on the spot.

He quietly swallowed the breath of heaven and earth, and kept healing his injuries.

Song Qingshu looked at the playful smile on Mo Xiejia's face, and the irritability between his eyebrows became more intense.

After forcibly performing the Kun Yi Trapped Immortal Jue just now.

Two tears of blood flowed down Song Qingshu's face.

So Song Qingshu felt a little sticky on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his palm and reached out to wipe off the blood on his face.

As the palm fell, his palm brushed against Song Qingshu's wet red robe again.

So his palms were filled with more blood.

Song Qingshu stretched out his blood-soaked palm into the air in front of him, and spread out his five fingers.

Following the flick of Song Qingshu's fingers, the blood water turned into countless tiny blood droplets and floated around.

The wind in Xiongcheng stops.

So only the holy moonlight remained in the huge city.

Song Qingshu was writing under the moonlight with blood.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly paled.

Even the blood he smeared on his face couldn't cover it up.

As Song Qingshu's blood drifted away in the wind.

With Song Qingshu as the dot and a radius of [-] zhang as the radius, an incomparably powerful formation emerged.

Countless extremely fierce and sharp formations enveloped the mighty city under the moonlit night in an instant.

When the formation just emerged.

It just so happened that those soldiers who were flying like black lightning had already rushed to Song Qingshu's side.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes slightly, and spread the palm of his right hand.

I don't know how long after the silence.

The index finger of Song Qingshu's right hand trembled violently, as if shaking a string.

As a result, an imperceptible thread appeared in the breath of heaven and earth.

The thin line is extremely sharp, and it seems to be able to cut everything.

The soldiers who flew to Song Qingshu's body the fastest flew past the thin line.

Then they fell from the night sky.

Some fell silently to the ground, their heads and necks were cut open, blood vessels and bone marrow were clearly visible.

Some uttered painful and angry sounds, like the screams and wailings of war horses stopped by a tripping wire.

that broken leg

The chopped off arm.

They fell and hit the ground one after another.

The howls of pain vibrated and restless under the peaceful moonlight, and it was especially piercing.

In an instant, dozens of people died under Song Qingshu's trembling index finger.

However, the number of heroes remained unabated.

So the five fingers of Song Qingshu's right hand began to tremble slightly.

Brush la la.

Countless thin lines appeared in the air.

Each thin line brought a white mark in the air.

Then each thin line was like a death scythe, reaping the lives of several people.

puff.

puff.

puff.

There were several soft sounds of broken air in the air.

In the end, the remaining 80 or so soldiers were also decapitated one after another.

Under the moon in Xiongcheng, only Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia were left.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xiejia who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, and suddenly closed his right hand.

As a result, the countless thin threads in the air instantly closed together and cut towards Mo Xiejia!

"When did you set up the formation?"

Mo Xiejia waved the scroll at will, interrupting the thin line in Song Qingshu's formation, and opened his lips to Song Qingshu in silence and asked.

Sneak attack failed.

Song Qingshu's right hand dissipated, and his face was indifferent.

Chapter 409 Xueluo

Mo Xiejia is not the only one who thinks so.

Even the best array mage in the world.

His formation process must also be a long process.

Every scar in the formation is every inch of flesh and blood in the formation.

Even if it is a formation master.

When he outlines the pattern of the formation, he must also outline it carefully.

If there is a mistake in one of the marks, no matter how great the formation is, it will collapse.

So at this moment, Mo Xiejiashi was really surprised.

Because when Song Qingshu was facing hundreds of soldiers.

Mo Xiejia saw all of Song Qingshu's actions.

He exhaled and inhaled, and smiled angrily.

Even when his fingers trembled when he drew the sword, Mo Xiejia never let it go.

So Mo Xiejia felt that Song Qingshu didn't have time to arrange his formation at all.

So Mo Xiejia was very puzzled and asked his inner doubts, trying to get a reasonable explanation: "Song Qingshu, how did you carve your pattern?"

Song Qingshu paused.

After a while, he smiled and said:

"You mean this formation?"

Moxie nodded:

"Otherwise, could it be something else?"

"Come on, let's just satisfy my curiosity before I die."

Song Qingshu chuckled, and pointed at the broken black walls: "Actually, it's very simple."

"This array with a radius of fifty feet is not that grand."

"I'm just breaking through the wall while carving patterns with my feet."

When Mo Xiejia heard this, besides a hint of enlightenment, there was also a smile on his brows: "Do you want to carve patterns with your feet?"

"There is such a skill in the world?"

Mo Xiejia flicked his sleeves lightly while talking.

Then a gust of wind emerged from Xiongcheng, blowing all the broken stones scattered in the city to the sky.

The accumulated stone receded, and the clean bluestone slab was exposed in Mo Xiejia's eyes.

So in this place with a radius of fifty feet.

The faintly visible engravings on the bluestone board appeared in front of Mo Xiejia.

every few steps.

There are two footprints about two fingers deep on the bluestone as hard as iron.

The edges next to the footprints are neat and smooth.

It's like being carved out with a knife.

What Song Qingshu said about engraving the formation with his feet, this bluestone slab is the supporting prop for Song Qingshu's first engraving of the formation.

Mo Xiejia looked at the footprints one after another, and finally sighed after a long time: "I didn't expect that there are still geniuses in this world."

A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's pale face:

"Overrated."

Mo Xiejia sneered:

"You are too modest."