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After a few breaths of time passed.

Song Qingshu's hands in the sleeves behind him unknowingly cast several formation patterns in an instant.

Mo Xiejia frowned slightly.

Then he looked around himself and Song Qingshu.

At this time, the moonlight under the Xiongcheng City was still extremely bright.

But there is not really nothing in the empty atmosphere of heaven and earth.

There are bursts in the breeze.

There are bursts in the bright moonlight.

There is an array where Moxiejia stands.

Song Qingshu also has formations under his body and in front of him.

There are formations in the sky, formations in the clouds, and formations in the earth.

So the entire Xiongcheng was shrouded in the formation.

Mo Xiejia sighed softly:

"The formation of all things?"

"Good job, Song Qingshu."

In just a moment, Song Qingshu carved out the formation covering Xiongcheng.

This is naturally surprising.

But it was not because of this that Moxiejia felt terrified or even admired.

What makes Moxiejia feel really powerless is that the order of each cast of these formations seems to have been carefully calculated.

There will naturally be different world vitality frictions between different formations.

However, the conflicts between the formations arranged by Song Qingshu did not cause absolute chaos, or even self-annihilation.

They are layered on top of each other, I am in you, and you are in me.

Then until the final eruption, the vitality of heaven and earth in the silent and quiet and moving Xiongcheng was constantly torn apart.

It wasn't until the world in Lingxiong City was torn apart into a terrifying sea of ​​currents.

The vitality of heaven and earth formed by countless formations is like a violent ocean, covering the black city under the moon.

Thousands of formations superimpose without chaos, this kind of thing is so difficult that it is outrageously difficult.

So Mo Xiejia didn't just approve of Song Qingshu's formation technique anymore.

It's unreasonable respect and admiration.

Such technology has surpassed the technology that people can master?

So Song Qingshu's technique can be called a divine skill.

From this you can imagine.

Song Qingshu had to study how long the formation.

Only now has the current powerful strength and realm.

But okay.

Fortunately, there are too many formations that Song Qingshu wants to control.

Fortunately, although Song Qingshu is extremely evil, he is not so evil that one person can immediately master thousands of magic circles.

Fortunately, although those vitality streams rotate quickly, their movement speed on a large scale is not fast, so Mo Xiejia will not be injured immediately.

Can he stop it? Song Qingshu continued to cast runes.

Although Mo Xiejia's kit was once placed high hopes by Mo Xiejia himself.

But notice.

Mo Xiejia's strongest ultimate move has never been a formation.

It was the book with yellowed paper in Mo Xiejia's hand.

The runes in the kit can only be cast with the help of spiritual power to lure them.

But the scroll in Mo Xiejia's hands has never been capricious.

So Mo Xiejia's face remained unchanged, and with a flip of his wrist, the scroll in his hand rustled in the wind.

The wind kept blowing the scroll.

Letters were shining brightly on the pages of the scroll as they flew by.

A desolate atmosphere slowly condensed in the scroll in Mo Xiejia's hand.

The array of gods is separated by kits, and cannot be connected by thoughts.

But the scroll has been held by Mo Xiejia all the time, so skin-to-skin contact is naturally possible.

"Do you have a magic circle?"

"I have thousands of sheets of blank paper and thousands of articles!"

Mo Xiejia screamed, and then directly stabbed the scroll out.

snorted.

Those in front of Song Qingshu's eyes were pointed out by Mo Xiejia's scroll.

The scroll came straight to Song Qingshu's face. !

Mo Xiejia, who stabbed out a scroll, had no expression on his face.

There was no expression on Song Qingshu's face either, he just looked coldly at the scroll that stabbed him.

seem.

Song Qingshu couldn't feel the cold breath carried by the scroll at all.

Then Song Qingshu's right hand in the back sleeve appeared between the two of them at some point, and he lifted his index finger lightly.

That unremarkable looking finger.

Just like the few remaining snowflakes in the Xiongcheng at this time, it lightly fell on Mo Xiejia's scroll.

Moxiejia's tome shone brightly in the sky.

As a result, the thousands of formations between the heavens and the earth did not stop Mo Xiejia's scroll even for an instant.

The scroll was unstoppable, and slowly approached Song Qingshu's face.

compared to scrolls.

Song Qingshu's fingers looked extraordinarily weak.

So Mo Xiejia became suspicious.

When Song Qingshu's finger easily landed on Mo Xiejia's scroll.

Mo Xiejia was even more puzzled.

What can this finger do to this Moxie Gana scroll?

Song Qingshu stroked the scroll with his fingers.

As Song Qingshu's fingertips moved, the originally glowing text on the scroll where it touched gradually dimmed.

Mo Xiejia was puzzled as he watched the powerful artistic conception of the scroll disappear without a trace.

Until he saw that there was another formation under Song Qingshu's index finger.

And that formation is constantly releasing a powerful formation with the movement of the finger.

The finger eventually reached the end of the scroll.

The scroll no longer glows, just like a roll of waste paper.

So Mo Xiejia's scroll temporarily lost all its power.

Song Qingshu sneered, looked quietly at the face of Mo Xiejia who was close at hand, and said, "You are dead."

Chapter 411 The Dead Dog-Like Mo Xiejia

"Roar!"

Mo Xiejia looked at the scroll in his hand that had become a waste of paper, and couldn't help but let out a shrill roar.

"What's it called!"

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows angrily when he heard Mo Xiejia's roar.

Then Song Qingshu raised his left hand hidden behind his back, and turned his hand directly at Mo Xiejia to form a big handprint.

puff!

With a muffled sound came.

Mo Xiejia's chest suddenly collapsed into a big hole.

Then Mo Xiejia flew out like a kite with a broken thread, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

A loud bang.

Mo Xiejia fell to the ground, smashing a deep pit half a foot wide.

"vomit!"

"Song Qingshu, how dare you!?"

Mo Xiejia slapped the ground hard with his right palm, and stood upright with all his strength.

But before Moxiejia could stand still, a sense of irritability came from his abdominal cavity.

Then Mo Xiejia vomited a mouthful of blood, glared at Song Qingshu again, and said sharply.