Chapter 399

In the city under the moon.

There are thousands of strong soldiers standing proudly on the four fields.

The axe, axe, knife and gun in his hand are shining with dazzling cold.

Where the soldiers circle.

There are two people.

A man sat cross legged on the black Pavilion.

He was dressed in a loose plain robe.

Stand with a scroll in hand.

Like a sick scholar.

Standing alone in the middle of xiongcheng.

The clean white clothes on his body have long been very red, holding the sword proudly in the wild.

Like an iron general.

The scholar on the black Pavilion looked at the general in the city downstairs.

For a long time.

"Your current state is a little bad."

Mo Xie Jia looked down at Song Qingshu, who was pale and had long black hair dancing in the wind, frowned and said.

The true yuan breath in Song Qingshu's body is chaotic and turbulent.

Sometimes it is as violent as the deep spring in the South China Sea.

Sometimes it is calm, as cold as the bottom of the north mountain ice abyss.

It's hard to be in a frenzy.

When calm, it is as elegant as a lake.

Move, quiet.

Such a turbulent and uneven Zhenyuan breath is more manic and disorderly than the breath of heaven and earth between heaven and earth.

Such a breath of heaven and earth exists in a person's body, which is naturally bad.

But such a bad situation also varies from person to person.

If such a frenzied true yuan breath exists in an ordinary person or even an ordinary monk.

Then the mania like the mouth of the storm sea eye will directly tear people to pieces.

The cold Zhenyuan breath like an ice abyss will directly freeze the human soul into ice residue.

And this sounds terrible.

In fact, it only happened in a flash.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is the death of a life.

But everything is never absolute.

Such a terrible breath of heaven and earth.

If it exists in Song Qing's calligraphy, it will not cause much damage to him.

So mojaya just opened his lips with a hypocritical smile and said that his current state was a little bad.

Instead of scaring song Qingshu that you are going to die.

Moreover, Mo Xie Jia had no hope, so he killed song Qingshu with a little manic vitality of heaven and earth.

After listening to Mo Xie Jia's worry.

Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"Those words you said earlier were meaningful and powerful."

"I really spent a lot of effort to crack their attack."

"Fortunately, the vitality of heaven and earth in my body is still controllable."

Mo Xie Jia smiled:

"You really don't play abacus, sit on the leg seat and have a rest?"

"I can wait for you. There's no need to worry too much."

"In xiongcheng, the moon night is long. You can have a good rest."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and stabilized the golden elixir trembling fiercely in his abdomen.

Then song Qingshu spit out a mouthful of turbidity and smiled:

"Didn't you say you only need a little time?"

"In that case, how can I do what you want?"

After talking, song Qingshu then raised his feet and stepped forward.

The thunder arc rises at the foot of song Qingshu, and white fog rises in the gorgeous thunder arc.

When song Qingshu's right foot fell on the ground.

Boom!

With a dull explosion came.

The heavy black wall that originally stood in front of Song Qing's writing directly exploded into a Peng of mustard powder.

Mo Xie Jia shrugged, pretended to be helpless and said:

"In that case, I can only bully more than less?"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"I'm afraid you stinky sweet potato rotten bird eggs can't stop me."

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows:

"Shan Jian ran into the mountain and broke the array with a few palms. Now he has been impacted by my true words."

"Now the true yuan breath in your body is not as stable as before."

"So, you are determined to move on."

"Song Qingshu, if you and I are so weak that I can't kill you, don't I fail?"

Song Qingshu spits out a bloody sputum:

"Maybe?"

After that, song Qingshu stopped talking, but continued to move forward attentively and seriously.

After the last ten feet, everything can be settled.

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu's arrogant appearance, sneered, and his fingers trembled gently:

"I only need one last moment, that's enough."

"Song Qingshu, you will die ugly."

"Come on, my most faithful slaves!"

One word.

The countless soldiers who had stood proudly in the four fields suddenly dissipated in the night.

Under the bright moon.

There was a breeze blowing in xiongcheng.

Thousands of soldiers walked in the wind.

The sound of iron armor collision was bustling.

For a time, xiongcheng had the artistic conception of killing.

……

But.

The breeze could not move song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword.

His black hair fluttered back like an arrow.

In front of his silent way.

The mighty and majestic black city wall was directly blown into countless rubble.

The buildings as tough as iron and their roofs were directly shocked by song Qingshu.

Nothing can stop it from moving forward even one step.

No one can stand proudly just a moment before Song Qing wrote.

Even those towering nameless statues in xiongcheng were shaken away.

Not to mention people?

The last ten feet is not far away.

But song Qingshu had to be cautious.

After all, ten feet away.

If Mo Xie Jia wants to fight.

Song Qingshu inevitably gets hurt.

So song Qingshu's walking speed changed from very fast to slower and slower.

At a distance of one Zhang, song Qingshu changed from the previous two steps to the present three steps.

From three steps to four.

The four steps turn into five.

Then song Qingshu stabilized in five steps.

Walk slowly towards the black attic.

Along the way, the first group of thousands of soldiers had been killed in front of song Qingshu.

However, song Qingshu did not pull out the purple blood soft sword after birth.

He just glanced coldly at the group of people who rushed to him and shouted:

"String puppets dare to stop me? I don't know what to do! "

With the sound of song Qingshu, it echoed nonstop.

The soldiers who tried to block his way suddenly became very miserable.

Some were directly shocked to powder.

Some were rocked into the air.

Some are hung on the wall,

Some fell heavily on the dark floor and there was no sound.

Bricks, stones, wooden beams and gravels set off a gust of wind in xiongcheng.

Strong soldiers scattered in the wind.

Sundries splashed away with the figure.

Song Qingshu took five steps.

At every step, someone will kill him.

So song Qingshu will startle dozens of people in one step.

For a moment, no one stood a few feet in front of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu just stood proudly and walked with great momentum.

Several people in Song Qingshu can also directly retreat with momentum.

But later, with every step taken by song Qingshu, more than a dozen people came to the bee pupa.

The number ranges from 20 to 30, and then from 30 to 50.

Every step of song Qingshu began to become particularly difficult.

"Song Qingshu, I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it."

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu, who was struggling to move forward in the crowd, smiled and opened his lips.

Song Qingshu drew his sword silently and then walked forward.