Chapter 397

"A gentleman does not erect a dangerous wall."

"So you chopped all my walls into pieces of mustard powder, and then quickly passed through?"

"I thought I was unreasonable enough. I didn't expect you to be more unreasonable..."

"When there is a way for you to go, you have to go the way without a way. Are you cheap, or do I think too much?"

Moxie Jia is connected with black xiongcheng, so how unhappy xiongcheng is with song Qingshu, how he wants to scold song Qingshu.

So at the end of the month, while accelerating the absorption of vitality in his body, he grinned and scolded song Qingshu from time to time.

Under the moon, Mo Xie Jia's hair was flying, and the hair hit his face and eyes.

A little embarrassed.

In contrast, song Qingshu.

No matter whether he was in front of a city gate, a stone wall or a solemn and powerful building, such things could not block his way.

As song Qingshu walked along, the walls fell and the houses collapsed, and bricks and stones splashed on the ground.

It was originally a wall to isolate everything, but it was forcibly taken out by song Qingshu.

"Mo Xie Jia, aren't you ready to go downstairs?"

Song Qingshu's eyes rested on a wall, and the wall stone burst.

Then song Qingshu looked up, looked at Mo Xie Jia more than twenty feet away, shook his head and opened his lips.

Mo Xie Jia closed his eyes and nodded slightly and said:

"At least it takes half a column of incense."

Song Qingshu laughed, then pulled out the purple blood soft sword in his hand and chopped at Mo Xie Jia linglie.

Poof!

From the air came the roar of the sword blade across the air.

There was a vague and ferocious killing intention in the sword Qi.

He came rushing towards moxie Jia.

The sword power disturbed the clear water of the lake.

It was half an inch cold at night.

Because suddenly, it is chilling and trembling.

In today's world, no one can ignore such a cold sword of song Qingshu.

So moyejia was forced to open his eyes.

Take out a roll of pages from your belly.

Then he gave a serious roar, held up the page and directly knocked down the oncoming sword Qi.

Dang!

There was a sharp burst of sound that shook people's eardrums.

The sword meaning of song Qingshu opened the scroll of moxie Jia.

Poof!

A very dull voice came from moxie Jia's chest.

Song Qingshu's killing intention was irresistibly cut on moxie Jia's chest.

Pooh!

The vitality of heaven and earth in front of moxie Jia's chest automatically condensed into a pair of armor to resist the linglie sword spirit of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's sword seemed to fall on an iron plate. The meaning of the sword began to be illusory because of the violent impact.

However, song Qingshu's sword still went unstoppably to moxie Jia's chest.

Then there was a sound of smashing iron in the air, and the sparks trembled in moyejia's chest.

The strong wind splashed and danced, blowing the loose robes of moxie Jia.

This is the first time that the sword of song Qingshu fell on moxie Jia.

So this is the first time that moxie Jia met such a powerful sword.

It's hard to keep the sword Qi deep.

Mo Xie Jia was a little tired facing the sword.

"I'll kill you while you're ill."

"Although you're not ill yet, it's time for me to do it!"

Song Qingshu smiled when he saw Mo Xie Jia struggling against his sword.

Then song Qingshu whispered something.

Walk slowly.

Then he hurried away.

Then came the trot.

Finally, song Qingshu strode away.

Smoke billowed all the way and broken walls sped all the way.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ink heavy walls were knocked open by song Qingshu.

Then he got closer and closer to moyeka.

Twenty feet.

Nineteen feet.

Fourteen feet.

Ten feet!

The elegant carvings on the black pavilion have clearly emerged in front of song Qingshu.

The ancient style means that the roof scenery is gradually clear.

Originally in the eyes of song Qingshu, there was no characteristic, and even some rotten black pavilions became a little more beautiful.

A sense of distance may not be the only way to produce beauty.

Song Qingshu took a breath, and hell platform trembled with his thoughts.

"As I can see, one million words in the world are one million soldiers."

"A hook and a turn will be an iron gun and a sword, and a press and a cross will be a heavy iron armor."

"Soldiers have endless power, and words have the power of a vast sea!"

"Soldiers come."

Just when song Qingshu wanted to step out of the last ten feet, when he flew to moxie Jia.

While resisting the sword intention of song Qingshu, moxie Jia whispered something in the night wind.

Song Qingshu listened to his speech and raised his eyebrows. There was a bad feeling in his heart.

So song Qingshu threw out a hell platform bigger than a hill, broke through the air and smashed it at moxie Jia on the pavilion.

"Shut up!"

Song Qingshu gave a shriek.

Song Qingshu knew that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had never met in his life.

So he didn't hesitate or think about how to win.

Song Qingshu didn't take any chances and expected to use any tactics to kill moxie Jia.

So song Qingshu and moxie Jia face each other.

Song Qingshu used his simplest and most unreasonable weapon.

An iron platform heavier than a mountain.

What is more unreasonable or powerful than this?

Song Qingshu felt the power of hell platform, so he raised his mouth and shut up angrily.

"Ha!"

Moxie Jia's green veins burst like hemp rope in his hand. With a violent drink, the scroll in his hand directly picked up the sword of song Qingshu.

Straight up the nine clouds.

Mo Xie Jia was exhausted when he picked the flying sword.

Looking at the raging hell platform, moxie Jia's face was a little pale.

At will, Mo Xie Jia quietly closed his eyes and began to ignore it.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xie Jia and didn't make any action in the face of the broken hell platform.

He could not help wondering.

So he stared at moyeka for a long time.

Found that he really didn't do anything.

For a moment, song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little confused.

In any case, powerful monks dare not ignore this hell platform, which purely represents power.

In the past battles, those terrible strong men who can take over a record of hell in Song Qingshu.

They were all before Song Qingshu took the shot, and even just vaguely perceived the ups and downs of the void behind song Qingshu.

They have to respond in advance.

Or raise the iron fist, like Xia Houli, fierce and unprovoked.

Or raise an iron bow, like an old man in gray.

Only a more powerful shot than hell platform can beat hell platform.

Only in this way can we defeat the absolute power represented by hell platform.

Song Qingshu was vaguely excited because he believed that even if Mo Xie Jia was strong, he couldn't stand still and let himself smash a hell platform.

He either fights or moves ahead.

Standing where you are, you can only die!

After all, no matter how strong moxie Jia is now, he is just a strong Yuanying.

As long as the realm has not broken through to the realm of transforming God.

Then he must meet the pure physical impact unless he wants to die.