Chapter 400

This seems to be the beginning of any battle.

The two stood proudly in the decisive battle.

First, despise each other.

Then use your whole life to greet each other's mother.

Then they comforted themselves in their hearts and said:

"The other party is just a fool. You don't need to worry and care too much."

"I'm thousands of times better than him. What reason might there be to lose?"

Then a battle will happen.

It seems that the mouth gun before the war has also become an indispensable opening ceremony for an earth shaking decisive battle.

There are two flowers on the street, one in the South China Sea and the other in the North Valley, so they are separated from each other.

There are two Sao Bao on the battlefield. One holds an iron sword and the other holds a broken book, so they don't like each other.

If you don't like it, it's a bloody battle.

If it's not pleasing to the eye, it's waving a knife at each other.

So song Qingshu scolded that all the male soldiers of moxie Jia were puppets.

The difficult battle began between Song Qingshu and the group of soldiers.

"Ah!"

A male soldier, holding a cold, shining silver iron gun, roared at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and looked at the man for a moment.

Poof!

With the gaze of song Qingshu.

A muffled noise came from the soldier.

Then a big hole appeared in its heavy armor.

The silver iron gun and iron armor float away with people.

Several soldiers shot with arrows in the distance.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air came from the black city.

Song Qingshu frowned, then lifted his sword and cut it off.

A clang of bells.

Several soldiers were cut into fly ash by linglie sword.

Several flying arrows as fast as ghosts also turned into clouds and dispersed.

"Song Qingshu!"

A male soldier flew towards song Qingshu from high altitude and roared something in his mouth.

He holds a heavy ruler sword, which is so soul stirring under the blessing of gravitational potential energy.

Feel the broken wind from above.

Song Qingshu never looked up.

But directly raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

It's like blowing your palm to catch mosquitoes when it's cool on a summer night.

Then the man who had roared at the head of song Qingshu turned directly into a touch of green smoke between heaven and earth.

The heavy ruler sword was also crushed into several ink stains.

It blew in the wind and then disappeared.

"Song Qingshu, how about the stage I prepared for you?"

Moxie Jia absorbed most of the energy of heaven and earth in his body.

When he was only one step away, he opened his eyes, looked at Song Qingshu and said with a joking smile.

Song Qingshu cut off the heads of several people with a sword.

His face was as indifferent as ice:

"Boring to the extreme."

"Mo Xie Jia, can't you come down and fight me yourself?"

Mo Xie Jia laughed:

"Although these shrimps and crabs will not be very powerful."

"But it seems that it has won me a lot of time."

"Song Qingshu, enjoy yourself again."

"Live until I screw off your head!"

Wen Yan.

Song Qing's writing color has become extremely dignified again.

So song Qingshu loosened the sword in his right hand.

Then it injected a wild vitality of heaven and earth to the extreme.

The sword pointed at Mo Xie Jia who sat cross legged upstairs.

Just a moment later, song Qingshu will break through the air with his sword.

Nail moxie Jia directly on the purple blood soft sword.

No way.

The purple blood soft sword began to tremble slightly.

It's like when the wind blows away in the next moment.

The scroll in moyejia's hand began to rustle again under the breeze.

The contents of the book turned from page to page until the wind stopped.

Then moxie Jia's eyes just stayed on this page.

So moxie Jia opened his lips and whispered:

"As far as I can see."

"The sword should be held in the tiger's palm. It should not break the wind thousands of miles across the air."

"As far as I can see."

"The world should have the power of thunder and lightning, and punish those who don't obey the rules."

After Mo Xie Jia finished these two short words.

He was already a little pale, and his face became more pale.

And in this white.

But there was moxie Jia's confident smile.

However, song Qingshu's face became a little ugly.

Because the purple blood soft sword that should have broken the wind returned to his hand.

No matter how song Qingshu urges the vitality of heaven and earth to instill in the purple blood soft sword, it has been silent.

So song Qingshu also wanted to say something to change the world of rules.

"The sword can stand half a Zhang in front of the body, or break thousands of miles away. It doesn't stick to one pattern. Only then can the Kendo be calm..."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and then whispered with the rules of Kunyi Avenue in his body.

However, song Qingshu has not yet finished.

On the nine clouds, a Thunder Dragon with a width of several Zhang directly hit song Qingshu.

This is heaven's wrath.

The thunder arc at the foot of song Qingshu was startled.

White fog billowed.

In an instant.

Song Qingshu's figure flashed back nearly fifty feet.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the land where song Qingshu had just left, and there was a thunder on the ground.

Song Qingshu's hair ends were wiped by the sky thunder just now, so it was a little blackened.

The blackened hair and the white face of song Qingshu make song Qingshu even more embarrassed.

"Hahaha! How, dare you say anything? "

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu's hair with white smoke and laughed wildly.

Song Qingshu picks eyebrows:

"Bastard!"

Mo Xie Jia smiled:

"Each other."

Hearing the speech, the smile on Song Qingshu's mouth was even more contaminated with a trace of anger:

"Don't let me fly a sword thousands of miles. Can't I kill you with a sword?"

"Mo Xie Jia, I will cut you under the sword!"

Mo Xie Jia's smile at the corner of his mouth was a little playful:

"But it will take time."

Stop talking.

Mo Xie Jia closed his eyes again and waited for his final success.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and the blade was facing the ink male soldiers surrounding him:

"Those who block my way will be killed without amnesty!"

When saying this, song Qingshu really regarded the friars in front of him as living people.

So when he shouted, he used his own killing intention.

The killing intention spread through the blade and went straight to the nine clouds.

Originally, song Qingshu thought that such a killing intention should be able to scare back several talents.

But soon song Qingshu found himself wrong.

Because after he shouted the cadence.

Still, some soldiers rushed directly at Song Qingshu with a sword, not afraid of life and death.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to draw his sword.

So he cut off his arm.

He changed his hand and killed again with a weapon.

A soldier whose legs were cut off by song Qingshu.

Or crawl.

Or jump and continue to attack with other males.

Those people were as dark as ink.

Every time you bleed, you spill a lot of ink.

They will die at any time.

But no one cares.

Even don't care.

Such a killing picture.

Nature can be regarded as extremely terrible.