Chapter 405

The wind rose wildly from the four fields.

Blowing across the earth in xiongcheng.

The scholar standing with a bamboo scroll smiled and let the wind blow his hair and his shoulder.

The general who fought with the purple blood soft sword looked dignified. The strong wind blew across his face and made him uncomfortable.

"Come on!"

Song Qingshu roared and raised the purple blood soft sword in the wind.

Then the sound of his purple blood soft sword cutting through the sky again overwhelmed the violent wind and began to harvest life again.

This scene seems to be the same as before.

But in fact, all this is different from the original.

Roar.

The blue tendons on his hands exploded.

Then he waved his sword.

The sword Qi shattered the strong wind from the four fields.

The sword cut off the heads of one of the soldiers.

"Ah!"

Some people take the eyebrows as the center line, and their bodies are cut in two.

Someone's head and blood splashed in the sky.

Some people's limbs and internal organs fell on the earth.

When performing these actions, song Qingshu is still called a flowing nature.

His movement is still stable, and no one has seen his flaw in the thousand moves and hundred moves.

But somehow, with such a natural action, his every move is more blunt.

His expression was still calm, and there was an emotion that no one could understand in the depths of his dark eyes.

The hundreds of soldiers left in xiongcheng under the moon are not people at all.

They came from the scroll in the arms of mexicah.

Therefore, it can be said that this is a law of the great road of mohega.

Although mohega said that each one has the power of the strong.

However, song Qingshu felt that his real strength was the strongest, only half step Yuanying, or even a heavy Yuanying.

If there were thousands of Yuanying strongmen under the xiongcheng to launch encirclement and suppression against song Qingshu.

Then song Qingshu didn't even bother to resist, so he directly tore open the space crack and fled the world.

The eyes of these soldiers are more bright than the dark night, like the guardian of the night of this male city.

Although their strength was average, their will became extremely terrible.

Because they really give full play to the word "entanglement".

If they were not killed or broken, it would cause trouble to song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu's eyes were a little more agitated.

So his eyes changed from lacquer black to brown yellow.

A heavy and broad breath lingered around Song Qingshu.

Many people want to come.

As long as your strength is high enough, your sword edge is sharp enough and your heart is cruel enough, you can kill all the enemies in the world.

But those people didn't think about it.

As long as it is a person, he will always be tired, whether it is an ordinary person who cultivates and weaves clothes or an Iron-blooded general who dominates the battlefield.

As long as you're tired, you can't keep what you did before.

Then the spiritual power will gradually dry up.

As song Qingshu kept waving his sword.

The number of men standing before him was reduced from five hundred to three hundred.

Three hundred down to two hundred.

Two hundred become less than one hundred.

After a hundred people, there will be less than 80

He watched the remaining eighty soldiers launch a fierce and fearless impact on him.

Song Qingshu breathed out wearily:

"Alas..."

Because of that tone.

Then song Qingshu's smooth movements suddenly became stiff.

His spiritual strength is gradually exhausted and has not been exhausted, but there are signs.

At the moment of the sign.

At the moment when song Qingshu was helpless to exhale.

The cold air appeared again in the strong wind of xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu's face in the wind was very ugly and indifferent.

For moyeka came to him again.

A roll of yellow old bamboo rolls, like holes, broke the shackles of time and space and rushed to song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't smell the faint ink fragrance on the bamboo rolls, nor would he appreciate the beautiful and elegant bamboo rolls.

Song Qingshu looked coldly at the song Qingshu behind the worn bamboo roll.

So he was holding the right hand of the purple blood soft sword handle, and the tiger palm was tight.

Song Qingshu didn't take back the purple blood soft sword as he did in the first fight.

In the brown eyes of song Qingshu, all space and time are no longer the same as before.

So song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword.

In the cold wind, he stabbed his sword between lightning and flint with the skill of antelope hanging its horn.

A clatter!

The sharp purple blood soft sword stabbed away at Mo Xie Jia.

The cold wind in xiongcheng is one ton, and then tear!

The purple blood soft sword was shining, crossed the yellow bamboo roll stabbed at him, and stabbed at moxie Jia's face like thunder!

Song Qingshu has experienced countless battles.

Some can win easily.

Some people have to fight to find a glimmer of vitality.

Song Qingshu is very clear.

Now their state is too bad.

If the situation is allowed to develop like this.

Then he is very likely to be consumed alive.

Even kill all the heroes who stand proudly under the moon night.

But after Mo Xie Jia mastered the first hand, whether song Qingshu could live has also become a question worthy of consideration.

of course.

Song Qingshu's plug-in is not easy to die.

Big deal, song Qingshu tore open the space-time crack here, and then fled to another dimension.

As before.

But how can the invincible fear to retreat?

So song Qingshu didn't want to escape this time. He didn't want to hide.

Since whether you can live has become a problem.

Then he can't let himself think about such a problem alone.

So he stabbed his sword in the cold wind.

He wanted mojaya to ask himself:

"Can you live?"

The fear between life and death can best see the ugliness and beauty of human nature.

So the choice between life and death is also the most cowardly and incompetent.

Between life and death.

What is brave and fearless.

What is greedy for life and afraid of death.

What fierce is not afraid of death.

What cherishes life like treasure.

All emotions are like a joke.

There are only two choices left.

Dying?

Or survival?

Song Qingshu believes that there will always be people in the world who want to die.

But he firmly believed that this man could never be moyeka.

So song Qingshu ignored the yellow bamboo scroll that blasted at his face door, and directly stabbed moxie Jia's face door with a sword like thunder.

Song Qingshu sent out a questionnaire.

It says to live or die.

In front of the yellow bamboo scroll, song Qingshu is also facing this problem.

But song Qingshu didn't want to answer.

Survival means retreat, then injury, then failure, and then death.

If you want to die, you will die directly, but you may be able to take each other to the yellow spring.

Song Qingshu firmly believed that moyejia would not die with him.

Then he must survive, and he can take the opportunity to turn the whole war around.

In this regard, song Qingshu has blind confidence.

What kind of person is moyeka?

A peerless strong man who dominates the world!

And he just climbed to the top of the world and finally climbed to the top of his life.

Can such a person give up everything in such a short time?

Song Qingshu doesn't believe it.