Chapter 407

Scholars are always weak.

So the ancients said:

"A scholar is useless."

The general is naturally powerful.

So the ancients praised:

"The best man is Jin Jialang."

But scholar Wen can put pen to paper and secure the world.

It's like a general who can set the world on his horse.

Therefore, blindly belittling scholars does not seem to be a positive solution.

Just like today.

The general stood with a sword and a bitter face.

The scholar looked at each other with a book and smiled.

Song Qingshu held up the purple blood soft sword and stabbed Mo Xie Jia's face door.

Mo Xie Jia held the sword on his face, raised the vitality of heaven and earth in his hand, lifted the book and knocked the head of song Qingshu.

The rolled up volume is only the thickness that can be held by one hand.

I don't know why.

When the book was lifted by moyeka.

He struggled as if he had lifted a whole mountain.

There were green veins on his head, which burst like hemp rope.

When the book was beaten down by moyejia.

The book's arrival was unstoppable like an avalanche.

Song Qingshu had to watch the volume on his head getting closer and closer.

"Ding, warning! The coming attack will be devastating. "

"Ding! Ding! Ding! "

"Extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous!"

In front of the book gently hit by moxie Jia.

Song Qingshu only had a systematic prompt sound in his mind.

There was only this thin volume left in front of him.

"System, help me analyze how to avoid this book."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming scroll, frowned slightly, and then spoke softly in his mind.

Thoughts can cross thousands of mountains and seas in an instant if they get up quickly.

So before the scroll of mexicah fell.

Song Qingshu won the last time with the help of the system in his mind.

Brush la la.

The clicking sound of the gear rotation sounded in Song Qing's head.

A moment later.

Song Qingshu finally waited for the prompt sound of the system.

"Ding, this system analysis shows that this book will be waved 1884 times in an instant."

"With the cultivation of the host's own realm, you can only escape 1883 times at the fastest. There is no solution! "

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly darkened:

"That means I have to be knocked once anyway?"

"1883 times to hide and 1884 times to hunt."

"In that case, give me a fucking egg!"

At this point.

Song Qingshu uttered a shriek in his mouth.

The dark eyes completely turned earthy yellow.

It seems that from the ups and downs of the stars, it has suddenly become a desert yellow sand.

"Kun Yi sleeps the immortal!"

"Trapped for nine days."

Song Qingshu's eyes left two blood tears because of excessive force.

Then there was an invisible force in heaven and earth, which hindered moxie Jia and song Qingshu.

It blocked the scroll in the hands of mexie Jia.

So the book with infinite power could not fall, and moxie Jia had to hold it all the time with an ugly face.

Moxie Jia's offensive stopped, and song Qingshu naturally could not give him any chance to fight back.

So song Qingshu blushed and roared.

The sword in his hand went one point further.

Send one point forward, that is, song Qingshu's sword went deep into moxie Jia's face.

So in the center of Mo Xie Jia's eyebrows, bright red like black blood flowed.

"Ah!"

Moyejia's howling became extremely shrill, like the howling of wild wolves on the wasteland, and like some kind of mourning.

instant.

Mo Xie Jia's eyes changed from gray to dark, as deep as night.

His eyebrows fluttered in the wind.

His face seemed to be changing between his roaring and shaking breath of heaven and earth.

It's like becoming another person!

The scholar's breath began to become crazy.

Under his beautiful face, there seemed to be countless others struggling to climb out.

"Ding, warning, I found Yuanying's six skill method, Wanwu magic method."

"It's very difficult to cultivate this skill. Once you succeed, you can incarnate thousands of people in an instant."

"Although the separation can only last for a moment, each separation can bear a death for the master..."

Listening to the prompt sound of the system, song Qingshu raised her eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively:

"Wanwu magic method?"

Hearing the speech, moxie Jia, who was roaring, also raised a sneer:

"Although I don't know how you know the strongest skill of my black feather evil sect."

"But now that you know, you should think I can't kill?"

"Song Qingshu, you don't have a chance to live."

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu felt an unprecedented crisis.

So he fell into silence again, and his hand holding the handle of the purple blood soft sword worked again.

Feel the sharp depth of purple blood soft sword.

Mo Xie Jia's shrill howling reappeared in the male city.

His face kept changing, as if countless people were hiding in him.

And if moyejia wanted to, he could become countless people in an instant!

With the continuous change of moxie Jia's appearance.

A Black Mist appeared on his face.

He hid his beautiful face under the black fog.

So let song Qingshu force, the purple blood soft sword is like stuck in the black fog.

Purple blood soft sword can't advance by one point and retreat by one inch.

……

"You lost."

Just when song Qingshu sent the sword to moxie Jia for another minute.

Mo Xie Jia whispered in his ear indifferently.

Then song Qingshu felt that his Kunyi trapped immortal would be rid of by others.

Then he waited for a book that fell over his head.

A loud bang.

Song Qingshu's figure flew away behind him like a shell.

A thin volume of books fell from the air to song Qingshu.

A sharp iron sword stabbed the door of moyejia from the air.

When this action occurs and ends,

Although there is no opinion on their life and death.

But it is extremely dangerous and terrible.

The whole process seems very long.

In fact, it is very short.

For a short time, the male soldiers standing in the black city can't react at all.

Then their bodies dispersed.

The two are divided, and the war is divided.

At first glance, it seems that the outcome is also divided.

A deafening sound sounded.

Song Qingshu smashed many walls in xiongcheng in one breath.

Smoke and dust rose in the city.

In an instant, the figure of song Qingshu appeared hundreds of feet away.

The place where song Qingshu landed was hit with a deep pit.

Song Qingshu fell quietly at the bottom of the pit, bleeding all over. I don't know how many bones were broken.

Moyejia stood outside the pit, with a solemn expression and blood on his face, like a demon God.

"Oh."

Song Qingshu vomited a mouthful of congestion, but the smile on his face was very conspicuous.

Mo Xie Jia frowned:

"What's funny?"

Song Qingshu chuckled:

"You just said I lost."

"In fact, it's not. You lost."

With the fall of song Qingshu.

There was a soft light at the feet of moyejia.