Chapter 402

"The art of fighting?"

"Maybe, after killing for a long time, there will always be something called experience out of thin air."

"But mohega, can I understand that your so-called art is just a statement of your cowardice?"

Song Qingshu waved his purple blood soft sword and cut several people flying in front of him into powder.

Then song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Xie Jia, who was smiling with his cheek, and spoke indifferently.

The world of the black male city is full of vitality.

The dome clouds dispersed with the wind and disappeared.

The world outside the Dharma array is as bright as day.

The world in the Dharma array has a light and slightly oblique moonlight.

Under the fading moon, there are hundreds of remaining soldiers and song Qingshu and Mo Xie Jia with calm faces.

The roar of fighting in xiongcheng kept stirring in the wind.

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile came up at the corners of his mouth:

"What are you talking about?"

The reason for saying this is not that Mo Xie Jia couldn't hear song Qingshu's provocative words.

But Mo Xie Jia wanted to see it. Song Qingshu dared to express his sentence for the second time.

Song Qingshu raised a faint smile at the corners of his mouth:

"I said, you are a coward."

With this sentence of song Qingshu.

There was a heavy iron killing intention in the bright night sky.

This is the killing intention from mohega.

The killing intention emerged from the air and directly hit song Qingshu's body.

Poof!

A muffled noise came.

Song Qingshu's shoulder suddenly sank.

His figure directly to the next meal.

Song Qingshu had a deep dent in his shoulder.

His shoulders seemed to be pressed by objects heavier than Kunlun mountain.

Then song Qingshu's legs fell directly into the bluestone slab.

Countless spider like lines split on the stone slab.

Crackling.

Song Qingshu looked up hard, and the bones in his body made a sound like fried beans.

This world is the world of mohega, so mohega's authority is much more terrible than the outside world.

"Get out!"

The veins on Song Qingshu's neck burst, and then roared at the sky like a roar.

So far.

The murderous threat spread by Mo Xie Jia at will was untied by Song Qing's calligraphy.

"My random killing will make you feel like a roaring dead dog."

"What confidence do you have to tell me when you are so weak?"

"Song Qingshu, if you don't want to die too fast, you'd better ask me not to do it to you so soon."

Moxie Jia looked at Song Qingshu coldly and hissed at him.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and pointed at moxie Jia.

For a long time.

In the quiet night.

The cold light shining on the blade seems to represent song Qingshu's indifference and incomparable killing intention.

The Xiaoqu of Jianfeng represents the tiredness of song Qingshu at this time.

The straightness of the sword body represents the Ling lie and unyielding of song Qingshu.

Because song Qingshu has a sword in his hand.

So he was cold and silent.

However, mojaya understood his meaning.

"In fact, I've always wanted to recruit you as my man."

"My world has a clear wind and bright moon, a majestic city, wine and songs."

"Song Qingshu, what else do you want?"

Mo Xie Jia sighed slightly, shook his head and said.

Song Qingshu stands proudly:

"Your world is not invincible!"

"I don't have the courage to win the sky."

"There is no determination to be a champion."

Mo Xie Jia's indifference turned into a chuckle:

"Well, forget it."

"Continue to meet your battle."

With the failure of another surrender, xiongcheng fell into another bloody battle under the night.

Ink soldiers kept coming to song Qingshu.

But it can not cause even a trace of obstruction for song Qingshu on his way forward.

The iron gun flew from the sky, so the iron gun broke.

The flying sword crossed the sky like lightning, so the flying sword was smashed.

The bow and the strings were cut off together, making a soft sound like the clank of the strings.

Song Qingshu continued to walk to the black attic.

People kept falling before his purple blood soft sword.

But the soldiers turned into ink and fell much slower than before.

Song Qingshu's footsteps became more and more heavy, like his dignified expression.

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu fighting among the soldiers and gently wiped a radian in his mouth.

Moxie Jia has indeed absorbed all the vitality in his body.

Moreover, his realm has stabilized in the realm of Yuanying Liuzhong, the strongest realm in the world!

Now his silence and never shot, just because moyejia was looking for an opportunity.

And he was sure the opportunity would come.

In these days when moxie Jia was closed, he collected almost all the information of song Qingshu secretly.

Among them, there is the secret geometry mastered by song Qingshu.

When song Qingshu shot his purple blood soft sword, did he like to chop horizontally or obliquely.

When does song Qingshu like to arrange hell platform, a big killing instrument, to enter the arena.

All this was felt thoroughly by Mo Xie Jia, without any trace of concealment.

So moxie Jia could play and fly to the hell platform of song Qingshu.

And he didn't have to go downstairs, so song Qingshu was very embarrassed.

so to speak.

Now he and song Qingshu know each other too well.

Knowing that conspiracy means too much.

The realm, accomplishments and skills of song Qingshu are exposed in the sky and the sun.

Therefore, the Bureau arranged by moxie Jia for song Qingshu can only be the Ming Bureau, and everything can be calculated.

His few words let song Qingshu consume his own spiritual strength and make his prestige no longer.

Under the continuous attack of hundreds of ink soldiers who are not afraid of life and death.

No matter how vigorous, the spiritual power that would rather be lacking will inevitably be consumed gradually.

No matter how cautious song Qingshu is, it will eventually reveal loopholes.

The occasional crack in the cloud, and the faint moonlight hit moxie Jia's face.

The quiet moonlight put a little light mark on the elegant face of moxie Cana.

With the embellishment of light marks, moxie Jia's elegant face suddenly became somewhat inexplicably ferocious.

He looked quietly and attentively at the battle picture in xiongcheng.

Watching song Qingshu break open a wall, chop over a person and walk towards himself.

Today, song Qingshu's sword swing is still so stable. There are no other small movements between lifting and cutting the sword.

His steps were so stable that every step seemed to have been accurately measured, not more than an inch, not less than a point.

All this is so stable, with a sense of nature, but... All this is too stable.

Song Qingshu cut off the horizontal sword. The sword wind was cold and broke the air, and there was a sharp sound.

Then he stepped up and broke through a black wall, nothing to stop.

The rhythm between sword waving and lifting steps is precisely unimaginable.

However, it is this absolutely precise rhythm that gives birth to a slightly stiff feeling.

"Song Qingshu, you are very dangerous."

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu with a stiff sense of accuracy and smiled with satisfaction.

Then moyejia stood up in the night wind.