Chapter 388

After hearing these accusations from Song Qingshu.

The black Pavilion in front of Song Qing's writing was filled with several sounds of moxie Jia's laughter:

"Hahaha. Interesting, very interesting. "

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, and the purple blood soft sword inserted into the Dharma array under his feet, which hindered the operation of the Dharma array.

Then his face was as cold as frost, and he said coldly:

"Why is it interesting?"

The voice of mohega came from the attic, vaguely like a burst of smoke:

"Because I think you are hypocritical, I think you are very interesting."

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Why hypocrisy?"

Mo Xie Jia pushed open the iron window on the top floor of the black Pavilion.

With one jump, he stood on the eaves of the black Pavilion.

Song Qingshu looked up at Mo Xie Jia.

Watching Mo Xie Jia's shoulder and his hair flutter gently in the air.

Looking at his eyes with a smile on the surface, they were actually cold as ice and snow, indifferent and speechless.

Mo Xie Jia squatted on the eaves, and the indifference on his face turned into a funny smile:

"What is hypocrisy?"

"Because you are a false saint, a false compassion, a false heart."

"Since you want to kill, shouldn't you cut down the thousands of people who stand in front?"

"Since you are determined to do so, why do you bother to say that the way of heaven does not embrace the wicked?"

"I didn't hate you so much when I went to see you separately."

"Now, I really want to vomit to you."

Moxie Jia held a black scroll in his right hand and a cup of sake in his left hand.

While abusing song Qingshu, he also read a book.

Words are gentle but not solemn, just like a teacher.

Now, song Qingshu, who is doing his best to restrain the operation of the array.

It's like a stupid student who did something wrong and was taught a good lesson by the teacher.

Song Qingshu put his right hand against the hilt of the sword and clenched his left hand. A punch fell on the hilt of the purple blood soft sword.

PA GA!

A very harsh sound came from the blade of purple blood soft sword.

Then the most terrible killing array of the black feather evil sect could no longer play a little prestige.

With the broken eyes.

The vitality of heaven and earth, which should have come fiercely to song Qingshu, has also been transformed into spring rain and dew again, and gone far away.

Song Qingshu looked into Mo Xie Jia's eyes:

"You're sick of my false kindness."

"That's because you're finally afraid of me."

"If it weren't for your fear of me, why would you vomit to me?"

"What do you say, moyeka?"

Wen Yan.

Moye fell into a rather long silence when gaton.

After a long time, Mo Xie Jia sighed slightly:

"Maybe you're right."

"The black feather evil sect has been standing in the world for hundreds of years. Like today's situation, the black feather evil sect has never met."

"Regardless of the strong of the golden elixir, the leader of the black feather evil clan alone lost dozens of Yuanying strong."

"Those are not people, those are details and spirit."

"But if I were the leader of the black feather evil clan, I would have suffered a lot."

"Heisha Pavilion, black steel army, Tianyu gate."

"Now all three will perish."

"Song Qingshu, how can you do this?"

Mo Xie Zong drank the cup of sake in his left hand, then looked at Song Qingshu and said with a slight eyebrow.

Song Qingshu shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't want to talk nonsense with moxie Jia.

Now his blood has not been washed white.

The blood is still floating.

And his war spirit is reaching the peak of his life.

A sense of war ran deep into the clouds.

Today's song Qingshu.

Man is the most powerful man.

The sword is the sharpest sword.

If you miss this opportunity to annihilate moxie Jia, song Qingshu is really not sure that he can beat him steadily.

So song Qingshu came to the second Dharma array of Heiyu evil sect.

The second matrix is simpler than the first matrix.

Apart from the faint light light on the array curtain, even the beautiful array pattern never existed.

Song Qingshu looked at the extremely simple array screen and joked:

"Mo Xie Jia, the truth that simplicity is powerful has also become your creed in life?"

Moxie Jia stopped talking to song Qingshu and quietly crossed his legs and vomited.

Previously, moxie Jia swallowed all the golden elixir disciples of Heiyu evil sect in one breath.

Those foolish disciples with low combat power became the best blood food for moxie Jia.

At this time, the vitality in his body was reaching the peak, and the vitality disorder reached the extreme.

It can be said that at this time, even if there was only a little vitality flowing into moxie Jia's body.

Moyeka will be violent and die, or go crazy and die.

And if it's safe to survive this time.

Then moxie Jia can not only improve his strength to the six levels of Yuanying.

He can even stabilize his realm at the peak of Yuanying Liuzhong.

At that time, even if song Qingshu has more means.

In front of the real strength of moxie Jia, he could not escape the end of death and body elimination.

At this point.

Mo Xie Jia's cold, snowy face aroused a smile.

The eyes looking at Song Qingshu were full of banter.

"A single sword rushes into the mountain and breaks the array?"

"Song Qingshu, even if you have more legends, why not?"

"When I go down to the black attic, I will screw your head off myself."

"At that time, I'll see if the smile on your face will be such disgusting confidence."

As soon as moxie Jia read this, he no longer paid attention to song Qingshu.

He closed his eyes.

Quietly waiting for the unimaginable power in your body to become a part of your body.

Digesting huge energy must take a long time for anyone.

There are strong enemies ahead.

But moyejia still closed his eyes.

It is not because of Mo Xie Jia's conceit and his contempt for song Qingshu.

But because he believed in the array guarding the black attic.

He believed that this array was enough to block song Qingshu out of the array.

Just like that day, he believed that his palm was enough to kill song Qingshu.

"I can see something interesting in you."

"So I know you're short of time."

"Then it should be an opportunity for me."

"A chance to beat you."

"Since you think you can stop me, come on."

Song Qingshu put away his eyes and whispered a few words in his heart.

Then song Qingshu carefully looked at the Dharma array in front of him and gave a clear roar.

Below the black attic is an autumn forest dyed red by the autumn scenery.

With the clear roar of song Qingshu.

The red leaves on the tree tremble slightly, and the green leaves that have not been dyed red fall.

Song Qingshu raised his palm and stabbed at the array like lightning.

A loud and clear sound.

Song Qingshu stabbed his palm into the array, and then song Qingshu drank wildly.

The long black hair scattered on his shoulders was blown up by the strong wind, and then scattered like a splash of ink.

Pop!

There is a hole in the array.