Chapter 408

The soft yellow light appeared under the body of Mo Xie Jia, and the edges and corners of Mo Xie Jia's face were particularly clearly outlined.

Mo Xie Jia lowered his head slightly and snorted coldly to the light under his lower body:

"Is that your strength?"

"Song Qingshu, aren't you so naive?"

"When we come to this realm, it can be said that one law is universal and all laws are universal."

"Even if I don't know the array well, can't I break the array?"

Moxie Jia's right hand clenched the scroll and his face was indifferent.

Then Mo Xie Jia bent his left finger slightly, and his index finger and thumb were together.

Then moyejia looked around at the light around his body.

Da!

Moxie Jia's index finger suddenly exerted force.

An air bomb appeared in the air.

Poof!

A hole appeared in the hard bluestone slab.

So far.

The light at the foot of Mo Xie Jia weakened a bit.

The light faded like a candle that was about to be blown out.

But a long time has passed.

The dim light still exists and never dissipates.

So moyejia's face became ugly:

"Why?"

"Haven't I smashed the array eye?"

"Why is the light still shining."

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu's mouth could not help but raise a cold smile.

Holding the edge of the pit, he stood up, looked at the confused moxie Jia and said:

"It's easy to answer your question."

"Since the array still shines."

"That only shows that what you destroy is not an eye."

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu coldly.

In addition to the undisguised disgust in his eyes, all that remained was admiration.

Countless bones were broken on Song Qingshu.

He was hurt to the heart and every breath was painful with a needle.

He hurt his heart, and song Qingshu would frown every time his heart beat.

But even if song Qingshu was so badly hurt.

But he still didn't fall down and stood proudly with a smile on his face.

This has nothing to do with realm strength, only with that tone.

Can that mouth support song Qingshu to stand up, rather than a stubborn spirit that can't lie down forever.

The breeze under the moon night in xiongcheng has stopped.

The vitality of heaven and earth in xiongcheng is a little dull.

But song Qingshu still has some spirit in his heart.

So there is a fresh breath in the chest of song Qingshu.

Although song Qingshu was seriously injured.

But the tone was still there, so he could still get up and smile.

Mo Xie Jia didn't expect song Qingshu to stand up.

After a long silence, moyejia couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart and said:

"Admire."

Song Qingshu stood proudly with a smile on his face:

"Each other."

At this time, there were more than 80 ink soldiers in xiongcheng. They did not die under the purple blood soft sword of song Qingshu, and their combat effectiveness was still strong.

During the brief dialogue between Song Qingshu and moxie Jia.

They came one after another, raised their swords, iron guns, bows and arrows, and rushed to song Qingshu..

The battle in xiongcheng seems to be between moxie Jia and song Qingshu.

In fact, those ink soldiers who were far inferior to him played a very important role in it.

Wherever song Qingshu goes.

What is he going to do.

This group of brave soldiers who are not afraid of death actually give full play to their greatest value.

That is to hinder song Qingshu regardless of gain and loss and by all means.

The so-called bone maggot is actually just like this.

Looking at dozens of figures plundering wildly under the moon.

Song Qingshu has unspeakable irritability between his eyebrows and eyes.

So he turned his head and looked at moyeka:

"Up to now, you will bully the less with more?"

"Mo Xie Jia, do you want to be so shameless?"

Mo Xie Jia laughed and sat on the ground on the spot.

He breathed the breath of heaven and earth quietly and kept treating his injury.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xie Jia's joking smile, so the irritability between his eyebrows became more intense.

Just forced to show Kun's intention to trap the immortal.

Song Qingshu shed two blood tears on his face.

So song Qingshu felt some sticky on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his palm and reached out to wipe the blood off his face.

In the process of palm falling, his palm brushed the wet red robe of song Qingshu.

So his palms were dipped with more blood.

Song Qingshu stretched his bloody palm into the air in front of him and spread his fingers.

The blood turned into countless tiny drops of blood and floated around along the flick of song Qingshu's fingers.

The wind stops in xiongcheng.

So there was only the holy moonlight in such a big city.

Song Qingshu is writing under the moonlight with blood.

Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned pale.

Even the blood on his face can't be covered up.

With the blood of song Qingshu floating away in the wind.

With song Qingshu as the dot and a radius of 50 feet, a powerful array appears.

Countless fierce and sharp array ideas were instantly shrouded in the male city under the moonlight.

When the array just emerged.

It happened that those soldiers who were as fast as black lightning had also swept to song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes slightly and spread out the palm of his right hand.

I don't know how long after silence.

The index finger of song Qingshu's right hand suddenly trembled, like a string.

So an imperceptible thin line appeared in the breath of heaven and earth.

The thin thread is extremely sharp and seems to cut everything.

The soldiers who swept around the body of Song Qing's book flew over the thin line.

Then they fell from the night sky.

Some fell to the ground in silence, the head and neck were cut directly, and the blood vessels and bone marrow were clearly visible.

Some of them made painful and angry noises, just like the war horses stopped by the trip horse line.

The broken leg

Cut off my arm.

They fell and hit the ground.

The sound of pain howling was particularly harsh under the quiet moonlight.

In an instant, dozens of people died under song Qingshu's trembling index finger.

However, the number of male soldiers remains unabated.

So the five fingers of song Qingshu's right hand began to tremble.

Brush la la.

Countless thin lines appeared in the air.

Each thin line brought a white mark in the air.

Then each thread is like a sickle of death, reaping the lives of several people.

Poof.

Poof.

Poof.

With the sound of air breaking coming from the air.

Finally, the remaining more than 80 soldiers were also headed elsewhere.

Under the moon in xiongcheng, only song Qingshu and Mo Xie Jia were left.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xie Jia sitting on the cross legged seat and suddenly closed his right hand.

So the countless thin lines in the air suddenly closed together and cut away at moxie Jia!

"When did you set up the array?"

While waving the scroll at will, moxie Jia interrupted the thin line in Song Qing's book array, and asked Song Qing's book in silence.

No sneak attack.

Song Qingshu's left hand dispersed and his face was indifferent.