Chapter 394

In the world of ordinary people, a battle is always bloody and injured.

After the bloody battle, it is bleeding and breaking the skin, it is broken limbs, and even more tragic is death.

It can be used in the battle of practitioners.

The more powerful they are, the more elegant their fighting style will be.

The more elegant the battle, the less bloody the pictures will be.

But that doesn't mean their battle is no longer cruel.

On the contrary.

The more elegant the battle, the more dangerous and painful it is, the more it is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just like the duel between moxie Jia and song Qingshu.

It seems that the two of them just moved their lips and said something, and then they fell into peace with each other.

The battle that ends with words is naturally not a fierce battle.

There was no sword Qi flying through the air and breaking the wind, and there was no killing intention.

There was no blood and no broken limbs flying here. It can be said that it was not even an ordinary battle.

However, for song Qingshu.

This seems to be an ordinary battle that ends with words, but it is more terrible than Xia Hou's simple iron gun.

It is more soul stirring than the arrow free bowstring of the old man in gray.

Because this kind of battle is no longer a battle in the ordinary sense.

Ordinary battles and life and death are also strong and weak.

You can also point to the end. You have to say in front of your opponent that you are not as good as me.

However, the battle song Qingshu faced at this time was only divided into life and death, not others.

Moxie Jia smashed song Qingshu with the rules of Kunlun Mountain in his world, which made him dizzy.

So song Qingshu disappeared, didn't smell, didn't think, regardless of Kunlun mountain.

So in the world of song Qingshu, Kunlun Mountain disappeared.

More Than This.

Song Qingshu also stared at Mo Xie Jia fiercely and shouted angrily:

"Don't point at me!"

At this moment, song Qingshu spoke in a reprimanding tone.

There was an icy reprimand in his voice.

There is also a gentle tone, which makes people feel close.

Such a speech has a strong persuasive meaning.

And it also contains an extremely powerful power.

As soon as song Qingshu said this.

When moye gaton felt that the huge mountain called Kunlun had left song Qingshu's shoulder.

Then he danced and came to his own arm, between his fingers.

So it was difficult for moxie Jia's arm to keep upright, so he had to fall down, and it was difficult to point to song Qingshu's body.

"Can your world rules affect me?"

Mo Xie Jia sat down cross legged, and his face appeared pale, which was very difficult to detect.

Then moxie Jia swallowed his saliva and opened his lips unbelievably.

Song Qingshu took a few deep breaths and found it difficult to breathe:

"Your world can come to me. Why can't mine?"

so

After saying this, song Qingshu's breath was out of breath.

At this time, his anger is a little short.

The body should be full of vitality.

thus it can be seen.

Don't refer to me as song Qingshu said just now. It's not as simple as ordinary people seem.

But he spent a lot of effort to say a few words.

Moxie Jia vomited a mouthful of turbid Qi, and then turned the scroll in his hand again.

Brush la la.

The vast black font swept away from moyeka's eyes.

For a long time, moxie Jia just saw his most satisfied paragraph.

"Song Qingshu, in fact, when I finish the first sentence of the language of rules, you die."

"But you survived."

"Well, in that case, let me say another word."

"You hear the most powerful and unstoppable sentence in the language of rules I have mastered now?"

Mo Xie Jia said with a joking smile while carefully looking at the words on his scroll.

Song Qingshu naturally doesn't want to listen.

But moxie Jia's fingers were on the book and his words came to his mouth. How could he make song Qingshu not listen?

So song Qingshu turned the Kunyi Avenue in his body, locked his eyebrows and hardened his scalp.

Mo Xie Jia's expression in the moonlight became more dignified and serious.

The dark Chang'an static cover fell on his face.

If there is a wind under the bright moon at this time.

I think long dark hair will rise with the wind and keep blowing.

Mo Xie Jia's lips opened slightly and sang another paragraph from his scroll.

This time he spoke very slowly, but his words were like thunder, very strict!

"As far as I can see, the world should use samadhi to make all the mountains, trees, vegetation and land in the Tiran world into a road, so that all things can be seen and listen to the wonderful method in front of me."

"Flying with my thoughts, there are fire floating or cyan, yellow, white, purple, red and black."

"Seven colors come out together to shine on the city."

"As I say, the vitality of the city is like wind, fire, air, or heat, or water, foam, or mountains."

"Or see like China, or like Kalura, or like stars, or like gods, or like evil foxes!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help hissing after hearing the words of moyejia:

"You can borrow and copy the words in the Vajra Sutra?"

"What? In my opinion, that sentence should be correct as I heard."

Mo Xie Jia closed the page and frowned slightly:

"If I say what I see, that is what I see."

"I am the only God in this world, and my words are God's will."

"Since it is God's will, it can only be the Vajra Sutra that copied my sentence, not me."

Song Qingshu frowned, held the purple blood soft sword, and took a step forward.

But just then.

The words of mohega resounded through the city like thunder.

The air is restless like boiling water.

The dead lake was suddenly frightened.

The willow branches on the Bank of the lake broke and fell, and the leaves fell into the lake.

There are countless breath of heaven and earth in xiongcheng.

From the eight wastelands and four fields in the black attic, it came all the way with dust and wind.

He came to the upstairs in a threatening and dusty way, and then smashed song Qingshu from the upstairs.

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, carrying his sword and chopping at the moxie Jia on the black Pavilion.

Ling lie's sword cut off the first breath of heaven and earth before Song Qing's writing, with a vague murderous spirit, like a lightning flash.

Mo Xie Jia frowned slightly, and the scroll in his hand was gently picked up to the sky.

Dang!

A crisp and pleasant metal explosion came, and the scroll in moxie Jia's hand blew up a spark.

Then song Qingshu's sword with killing intention was picked up by Mo Xie Jia on the bright moon sky.

The killing intention in Song Qing's calligraphy and sword swept into the deep clouds.

So the originally bright and beautiful clouds suddenly rolled and twisted very badly.

It looks like thousands of crows are flying and dancing in it, and thousands of dragons are struggling and rolling in it.

The world above the clouds is chaotic.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth under xiongcheng is also agitated