Chapter 396

They say rabbits bite when they are anxious.

Not to mention song Qingshu?

After Song Qingshu came to the black male city of moyejia, he had all kinds of discomfort.

Originally, song Qingshu wanted to fly away, but he didn't think that the male city of moxie Jia had settled the thunder, clouds and rain.

Then song Qingshu broke the world of moxie Jia, before he had time to be happy.

Moxie Jia hit song Qingshu directly with the huge Kunlun mountain.

After Song Qingshu broke away from Kunlun Mountain, moyejia killed himself with the god Buddha in the sky.

Song Qing has long been extremely unhappy about letting herself eat flat again and again.

so to speak.

From the moment he entered the city, there was always a gloomy fire burning in Song Qingshu's heart.

Yu Huo lit countless fires between the cavity and abdomen of song Qingshu.

Make song Qingshu more unhappy.

Song Qingshu is more and more unhappy.

He became more and more angry.

So he wanted to vent.

Want to push the coquettish moyejia down the black attic under the bright moon.

I want to crush the walls of this male city into a piece of mustard powder.

But moxie Jia stood too high and too far.

This male city is too broad.

So for a moment, song Qingshu didn't know how to vent.

So he became very depressed.

So when song Qingshu looked up.

Look at the raging black clouds.

He looked at those seven colors falling from the sky, shining the black city brilliantly.

Look at the ancient god Buddha falling slowly like rain in the sky, with all kinds of whispers in his mouth.

When you see such scenes.

Song Qingshu's inner depression suddenly burst like thunder and earth fire.

So there was a breath brewing in the belly of Song Qing's book.

Then song Qingshu shouted angrily at the gods and demons in the sky:

"Get out!"

The sound rolled away like thunder, setting off a storm in the black city.

Song Qingshu's roar broke the majesty of the black city.

The quiet moonlight and thick clouds were shattered by the roar.

Xiongcheng shivers.

Mohega's dark hair fell gently in front of him.

A blood red color suddenly flashed on his beautiful face.

The scroll in his right hand slipped gently and fell on the beam with a soft sound.

Poof.

When the sound came, song Qingshu also vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood splashed three feet away.

Brush it.

Song Qingshu's face became extremely pale, like a clean snow that no one had ever stepped on.

Moxie Jia looked at the black blood three feet in front of song Qingshu and thought deeply.

For a long time, moxie Jia just bent down, picked up the scroll and gently brushed the dust off it.

"Alas, how could it be so?"

Mo Xie Jia raised his head and looked at the violent clouds that were tearing and restless.

After a sentence in Song Qingshu.

They snuggled up to each other in fear.

The gaps that had been scattered were now closed again.

Then his own city became different.

The previously stationary wind also floats and gathers again.

Blew the water by the lake.

The willow leaves by the lake.

Brush the scroll in your hand.

Skimming the pages of the book, let moxie Jia sigh.

Song Qingshu sat on the ground with a soft foot.

"Cough... Ha ha ha!"

Song Qingshu first coughed a few times and then laughed.

He laughed with great pleasure because he vented his inner depression and depression.

He laughed wildly, for the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were frightened by their roars.

So far, there is no faint moonlight, and the glow can pass through the thick clouds and fall to the ground.

The colorful color of the heterochromatic flame also disappeared instantly, and the solemn and powerful black city returned to its original appearance.

Those strange ghosts and ferocious beasts imitated by moyejia through his own world rules.

After they made a few cries similar to wailing, they scattered countless light spots and disappeared into the sky.

And those monks holding a golden pestle, as well as those water and fire rushing towards song Qingshu.

All these things are like stars falling like rain. They are broken and gone in an instant, and there is no trace again!

"How's it going?"

Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bent his left foot slightly and stood up upright.

Then song Qingshu smiled and asked moxie Jia provocatively.

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows and coughed a few times:

"Cough, how about what?"

Song Qingshu walked to the location of Mo Xie Jia and said:

"Nature is the power of my words."

Wen Yan.

Moyejia fell silent.

He looked at the figure that might fall at any time in the black male city.

He looked at the blood soaked white robe on him.

The breeze rose.

Mohega's hair was blowing gently and slowly in the wind.

Mo Xie Jia didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Qingshu saw that moyejia didn't hear the speech, so he sneered, and then walked towards him.

Moxie Jia put the scroll in his arms and said:

"Break my three words and three languages, are you so proud?"

"Song Qingshu, I used to attack just to save time. Don't think I'm really inferior to you."

Song Qingshu went to a black wall and looked up at moyejia in the straight direction:

"How do you know these things if you don't fight?"

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows:

"I broke my Dharma. I think you've been hurt a lot and spent a lot of energy."

"Don't you have a rest now?"

Song Qingshu pulls out his sword. Under the moonlight, the sword edge is as bright as snow:

"If a gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall and doesn't go at this time, when will he stay?"

Moxie Jia mild cough:

"The wall in front of you is not a dangerous wall, and even if you want to go, you should take several turns to come."

"You know, there's no way in front of you."

Song Qingshu drew his sword and cut off the black wall. The indestructible black wall directly blew open a huge door.

"You know, there is no way in the world."

"You know, the straight line between two points is the shortest."

"You know, I suddenly want to tear down your world."

Song Qingshu sent out swords one after another. Every sword would break a wall. Every wall he broke, he would say a word.

So countless good walls were cut into dangerous walls by song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu went a few steps faster and was a little closer to moxie Jia.

Song Qingguang fell on the wall of the black city, and the wall was broken.

Song Qing's calligraphy and sword fell on the buildings in the black city, and the buildings were broken.

The soles of song Qingshu's feet fell on the stone steps of black xiongcheng. The stone steps are broken.

Song Qing wanted to rise directly from the clouds, came to moxie Jia and ended the man he was most worried about.

But somehow, song Qingshu always wanted to tear down his city first.

So song Qingshu took the fastest route, raised his eyes and waved his sword.

Whether it's steel walls, winding walkways, solemn buildings or crooked stone roads.

All of them could not stop the steps of song Qingshu, and could only stand in front of song Qingshu tenaciously.

Then it fell down and turned into dust on the ground.