Chapter 391

Song Qingshu stood under the moon.

Standing in the cool breeze.

Standing downstairs in the black xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu looked up at the sky.

Look at the man upstairs.

The man held the book in his right hand.

Squeeze the wine cup with your left hand.

Long black hair.

The bright moonlight hit the man's beautiful face.

The ferocious and regretful look on that face was revealed without doubt.

Mo Xie Jia looked down at Song Qingshu, and a rare smile appeared on his indifferent face like snow:

"This city is my world."

"So I am invincible in this world."

"Even if you want to enter this world, it depends on my arrangement."

"In my arrangement, only the strong who are both Yuanying and Liuzhong can stand in my world."

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and the vitality from the sky rushed to his chest.

For a long time.

Song Qingshu's bulging chest just let out a sigh of relief.

Then song Qingshu said with a disdainful smile:

"Mo Xie Jia, I'm coming to your city. It seems that it's just like this?"

Mo Xie Jia sniffed the speech and sneered coldly.

Then moxie Jia raised his left hand into the air.

The breeze came slowly.

A cup of sake appeared in moyejia's left hand.

Mo Xie Jia's heart moved, and the cold sake in his hand became a little warm.

Then moyejia put the wine two feet in front of him.

He looked down at Song Qingshu who was looking at himself under the black attic, and a smile came to his mouth:

"A cup of wine and dust."

"A glass of wine laughs at life."

"Song Qingshu, are you going to be a hero or a hero?"

"No matter what happens to you, come first."

Song Qingshu stood proudly, his eyes full of Indifference:

"It's only a few steps away."

"How hard can it be?"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, a thunder arc suddenly took off at his feet like a silver dragon, and there were thick clouds and fog around him like smoke.

In an instant, Lei Ling's Fengshen leg and the misty clouds were urged to the extreme by song Qingshu.

Then song Qingshu's figure soon became a residual glow in the bright moon.

With song Qingshu's shabby blood clothes.

Song Qingshu is like a red cloud blown by the strong wind in the sky.

The earth is reduced to an inch, and the ends of the earth are near each other.

Originally, the black attic where Mo Xie Jia was located was more than 200 feet away from Song Qingshu.

But under the speed of song Qingshu.

These two hundred feet are just one step away from Song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu stepped out of his right foot first, and the distance of 100 feet has passed.

However, before Song Qingshu stepped out of his left foot, the clear voice of moxie Jia came from the black Attic:

"I said earlier."

"This city is my little world."

"So I am the master of the world."

"So in this world."

"There will be no thunder in the air."

"The dew is as heavy as iron, and the evening light is gone."

"That's it. The three realms are impermanent. Whether there is music or not, there is a natural phase of Tao. Everything is empty, no wind, no dew, no fog, no electricity."

When song Qingshu heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

The thunder never exploded, so naturally there would be no thunder arc jumping at the foot of song Qingshu.

The dew is as heavy as iron, so naturally there will be no fog flying on the side of Song Qing's book.

If the afterglow of the evening light is not there, there will be no beautiful afterglow in the sky.

So song Qingshu only took half a step.

His figure appeared in the magnificent black city.

It's a hundred feet away from the black Pavilion.

When song Qingshu turned Lei Ling's Fengshen legs and misty clouds to the extreme.

Song Qingshu's speed is like riding the wind and clouds. He can climb mountains and mountains in a moment and shrink thousands of miles and an inch at any time.

Looking at Mo Xie Jia sitting on his knees more than a hundred feet away, song Qingshu's blood robe trembled slightly, and the dust floated slowly.

He looked very dignified and his body looked very heavy, as if he couldn't take another step.

The original moving thunder arcs dissipated, and the beautiful white fog dissipated together.

Song Qingshu frowned and whispered to himself:

"The power of law?"

"Is the opportunity that the Lord of reincarnation told me is this male city?"

After that, song Qingshu looked around and looked at the world, which was no longer the same, but he couldn't see anything.

With the sound of moxie Jia, the environment around the male city suddenly changed strangely.

A lake in the city is no longer sparkling, and the cold willows on the lake are unable to fall.

That is, the ever-changing bright moon on the black Pavilion seems to condense, and the breeze is no longer.

There was silence under the black attic, and the rustling pages held by moxie Jia's hand were all peaceful at this time.

With the murmur of mohega, all the heaven and earth in the male city returned to the original state thousands of years ago, which was calm and palpitating.

In such a quiet world.

How can song Qingshu resist the wind when there is no wind to dance and swing?

How can song Qingshu step on the dew and fly across the river without dew?

How can song Qingshu's body method be like electricity when there is no electricity to roar in the air?

This is a very unreasonable world, but because this is the world of mohega.

So it may have its own reason?

So in this very unreasonable world.

Song Qingshu's figure was forced to hover in this extremely unreasonable world.

His feet didn't touch the ground, and then he fell slowly. The blood clothes that were noisy by the wind became quiet, no longer trembled, and his face became more and more pale.

"Is this your world law?"

"I've never fought with other people's world, so I can't believe it."

"Think, after this battle, my strength will become strong?"

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently, looked up at Mo Xie Jia and whispered.

Mohega was indifferent:

"These nonsense, wait until you come out of my city?"

Song Qingshu nodded and agreed with Mo Xie Jia's remarks.

If you want to absorb experience, you must have life to recall and learn.

So song Qingshu doesn't want to die.

So he took the purple blood soft sword in his hand and threw it at moyejia.

There was a soft brush.

The white turbulence from the handle of purple blood soft sword was scattered like a dandelion dancing in the wind, and then fell slowly.

Song Qingshu just threw this throw with the clouds of Kunyi Avenue.

He knew that the white turbulence was the display of the combination of the clouds on the purple blood soft sword and the wind breath in nature.

It was the first time he used a sword as an arrow.

But it's also the first time I've seen this.

The purple blood soft sword never broke the wind.

The body of the sword is not broken. It can be turned into a shadow.

Instead, he kept his body, flew slowly in the air for several feet, and fell from the air to the ground.

Song Qingshu looked at the purple blood soft sword falling on the ground and was speechless.

After a long time, song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Mo Xie Jia:

"Interesting."