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"stop!"

Tang Xun looked at the blue veins emerging from the palm of Mo Xiejia's right hand, his footsteps were slightly sloppy, and he scolded sharply.

Mo Xiejia smiled coldly and said nothing more.

Immediately, Mo Xiejia's eyes moved to Song Qingshu who was standing quietly on the spot, and he opened his lips indifferently and said, "What don't you say?"

Song Qingshu nodded, indicating that he had nothing to say.

see.

Mo Xiejia's pupils are blood red:

"Damn things!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know what is mine in that majestic city!"

"My belief, my hope, my sustenance, everything is in the city, and you still say you have nothing to say?"

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't answer or respond.

So he just stood there quietly, watching Mo Xiejia quietly.

He started to think about a problem.

How can kill this person?

If it was before, he could have countless methods.

The weight of Hell's Tower.

The sword peak of Zixue Soft Sword.

The palm is extremely heavy.

Even if you look at it, there is a deep meaning.

But now, he must find a new way.

He suddenly thought of the moment when his palms were joined together to form a sword, and the sword pierced through Xia Houli's abdomen.

The scene played back quickly before his eyes.

It was as if my palm had been inserted into Xia Houli's body countless times and then pulled out again.

Immediately, this scene turned into an extremely slow superposition of countless pictures.

Every time this scene is superimposed, it will add a bit of color.

The superposition of countless layers of pictures makes this scene extremely vivid.

Song Qingshu didn't have any abnormal thoughts or desires.

He didn't want to see Xia Houli die so many times.

He just wanted to see clearly his sword that surpassed the speed at that time.

After a long time.

He saw it.

That sword seemed unremarkable, but extremely simple.

The sword soul of that sword is composed of clouds and mists, and it is extremely light.

Its sword edge is made up of the Great Desolation Mountain Jue, which is as heavy as the Kunlun Mountain.

Its sword body is composed of Cui Lan Chao Hai Jue, which is soft, messy and disorderly.

A simple sword, but a thorough understanding of the artistic conception of the word Kun.

A simple sword strike can reach the pinnacle of the world.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu raised his right hand and raised the Purple Blood Soft Sword in his right hand.

Zixue soft sword summoned Kunyi in front of Mo Xiejia.

The breath of the vast expanse of the earth suddenly became uneasy.

The sea in the distance was slightly turbulent.

The mountains are slightly barren.

Clouds and mist rose into the sky, seemingly disappearing.

For a moment, the vitality of the world where Song Qingshu was located was like a great river breaking its embankment and flooding.

And Song Qingshu's body was like a feather, bobbing and sinking on the surface of the water, drifting tens of feet away in an instant.

He came to Mo Xiejia's side, hehe.

Clouds and mist rose from Li Zhan's body, and Mo Xiejia loosened his tiger's palm, as if pinching a floating cloud.

Song Qingshu raised his sleeves and waved the wind, and Li Zhan was sent several feet away.

So there was nothing blocking Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia's side.

Song Qingshu looked coldly at Mo Xiejia in front of him, and swung his sword like lightning.

Then Song Qingshu floated back, skimming over the water for tens of feet.

Until it fell on the original ground.

Mo Xiejia frowned slightly as he looked at Li Zhan who was thrown several feet away.

He had no idea what was going on.

He only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then Li Zhan was blown away by the wind.

Mo Xiejia didn't know that there was a line of blood on his neck.

Then he looked at Song Qingshu beside him, intending to ask him or insult him something.

But he couldn't speak anymore.

With a very simple turn of the head, he turned his own head down.

His head was separated from his body, and his head fell to the ground like a stone.

Blood splattered on his neck, and the blood splattered several feet high.

"Song Qingshu...you...definitely will die badly."

Mo Xiejia's head fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and countless bloodshot eyes emerged from them.

He just stared at Song Qingshu next to him, and said with difficulty.

Song Qingshu strikes again.

boom!

A white blade wind appeared in the sky, directly cutting the body of Mo Xiejia who was still standing there into blood foam.

Snapped.

The scroll that Mo Xiejia had been holding tightly in his hand fell down, but Song Qingshu's knife wind never tore it into pieces.

Mo Xiejia looked at the scroll not far from his head, and something called hope reappeared in his desperate expression.

"I want to come back alive! I can't die yet!"

Mo Xiejia used this sentence in his mind to motivate himself, while using his remaining vitality to call the scroll in front of him continuously.

As a result, the words on the paper book shone brightly again.

A very fresh vitality leaked out from the scroll.

Mo Xiejia's head was contaminated with this fresh vitality of heaven and earth.

The original pale expression was swept away in an instant, and his face was rosy, like a newborn.

"Want to resurrect again with the artifact?"

"Do you think I will really give you this chance?"

Just before Moxiejia's head was about to break through the air.

Song Qingshu's whispers sounded in his ears.

There was a very sharp sound of breaking wind in the sky.

boom!

The Hell Terrace, which was as heavy as a hill, hit Mo Xiejia's head like a meteorite, splashing hundreds of feet of earth waves.

Mo Xiejia's head was smashed into slag, and he died completely.

"Ding, Hell Terrace collected a six-fold Nascent Soul Undead, and gained 124541 recovery experience points."

"Ding, Hell Terrace consumes recovery experience points to upgrade, and Hell Terrace is now level 16."

Song Qingshu listened to the prompts from the system in his mind, and a slight smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

So far, the mighty Black Feather Evil Sect has been completely wiped out and no longer exists.

Mo Xiejia's prestige as the most powerful person in the world has also become the nutrient of Hell Terrace.

It became an inconspicuous stepping stone before Song Qingshu became invincible.

Song Qingshu looked at the scroll held by Mo Xiejia in front of the Hell Tower, and his heart was slightly disturbed.

So Song Qingshu used his suction palm and sucked the scroll into his hand.

"System, turn on and scan to see what this is."

Song Qingshu looked at the shabby cover of the book in his hand, and asked with interest.

Brush it!

Before Song Qingshu scanned the book.

There is an inconspicuous font on the cover, leaving the void and going straight into the nine layers of clouds...

Chapter 414 There Are Eyes In The Sky