Chapter 409

It's not just moyejia who thinks so.

Even the best array mage in the world.

His formation process must also be a long process.

Every mark in the array is every inch of flesh and blood in the array.

Even the array master.

When he drew the array lines, he must draw them carefully.

If there is an error in one mark, the greatest array will collapse.

So moxie Jia was really surprised at this time.

Because when song Qingshu met hundreds of soldiers.

Moxie Jia saw all the actions of song Qingshu.

He breathed and breathed, angry and smiled.

Even if he pulled out his sword and his fingers trembled, moyejia never let him go.

So moxie Jia felt that song Qingshu had no time to arrange his own array.

So mojaya was puzzled and asked his inner doubts in an attempt to get a fair explanation:

"Song Qingshu, how on earth did you carve your array pattern?"

Song Qingshu had a meal.

After a moment, he smiled and said:

"Are you talking about this array?"

Mo Xie Jia nodded:

"Or could it be something else?"

"Come on, just satisfy my curiosity before I die."

Song Qingshu smiled and pointed to the broken black walls:

"In fact, it is also very simple."

"The array with a distance of 50 feet is not so grand."

"I just broke the wall and carved array patterns with my feet."

When Mo Xie Jia heard the speech, there was not only a glimmer of enlightenment, but also a smile:

"Carve lines with your feet?"

"Is there such a skill in the world?"

Mo Xie Jia brushed his sleeve gently as he spoke.

Then a strong wind appeared in xiongcheng, blowing the rubble scattered in the city to the sky.

The accumulated stone retreated, and the clean bluestone plate was exposed in moxie Jia's eyes.

So it was 50 feet around here.

The faint engraved lines on the bluestone appeared in front of Mo Xie Jia.

Every few steps.

There are two footprints about two fingers deep on the hard iron like bluestone board.

The edges next to the footprints are neat and smooth.

It's like being carved with a knife.

Song Qingshu said to carve the array with borrowed feet. This bluestone slab is the bearing prop of song Qingshu's first carving array.

Mo Xie Jia looked at the footprints one after another and sighed a long time later:

"Unexpectedly, there are still geniuses in this world."

A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's pale face:

"Too much praise."

Mohega sneered:

"You are too modest."

"I've thought about array Avenue, but I haven't seen anyone who can carve array with feet."

"But fortunately, you have a battle, so do I."

After saying this, moxie Jia stretched out his hand and explored his loose robe.

Then a sachet like brocade bag was pinched in his hand by Mo Xie Jia's fingers.

Mojaya's right hand held a scroll.

There was a brocade bag between his left fingers.

There is a strong array in the brocade bag.

It seems that as long as moyejia wants to.

The brocade bag in his hand will directly explode into infinite array meaning, and then swallow song Qingshu into the array meaning.

This brocade bag has a super array that can kill the five strong men of Yuanying.

This is the killing move that moxie Jia spent countless years to carve.

This is also the move used by moxie Jia to protect his life.

When moxie Jia just stepped into the five levels of Yuanying.

He prepared such an array for Li Zhan, Tang Xun and others.

Decades later.

The brocade bag finally left the embrace of moxie Jia.

Against its first opponent in life.

The brocade bag was held in my arms for a long time.

So the brocade bag is slightly warm.

The moonlight in xiongcheng is very clear.

Song Qingshu smiled coldly in the moonlight.

"Song Qingshu, I really have to praise you for forcing me to come here."

"There's an array in the bag. Why don't you have a look?"

Mo Xie Jia pinched the brocade bag with his middle finger and thumb and smiled.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, song Qingshu's fingers shook imperceptibly.

Like flying flowers pinching leaves and embroidery.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes a long time later.

He vomited a mouthful of turbid air, and then looked up at moyejia:

"Why don't you try?"

Mo Xie Jia snorted:

"No need for you to say more!"

"Song Qingshu, accept my gift!"

Stop talking.

Moxie Jia directly crushed the fragrant brocade bag, looking ferocious like ghosts and gods.

As the brocade bag was crushed, a faint light glowed in the left palm of moxie Jia.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the black male city fell into a dead tranquility.

It was like the calm before the storm, which excited moyejia.

However, song Qingshu has no expectation of being bathed in wind and rain.

He always smiled coldly, with countless sarcasm in his eyes.

Both men in xiongcheng fell into silence.

After a long time.

Moxie Jia's confused whisper broke the tranquility of xiongcheng first:

"The killing array in my brocade bag can't be started?"

"Song Qingshu, what have you done?"

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and there was a faint awn in his eyes.

Then song Qingshu carried his hands behind his back and straightened his waist.

Brush la la!

As song Qingshu made this move.

Countless arrays with different breath shot out of the space behind him.

Like a small spring in the mountains, it keeps gushing out cool and cold spring water.

The array breath that kept gushing out was only in a moment, which stirred the vitality of heaven and earth in the city under the moon.

In the chaotic array, countless tiny vitality tearing turbulence emerged, lying between the two bodies.

Mo Xie Jia didn't expect that song Qingshu arranged the array very quickly.

But moxie Jia never thought song Qingshu could be so fast.

Just a face-to-face conversation.

At least seven or eight array ideas gushed out behind song Qingshu.

Milky white spatial turbulence emerged in those arrays.

It is like a black hole on the ground.

The vitality of heaven and earth in xiongcheng is like running water, flowing into the black cave.

The vitality of heaven and earth passed very quickly.

The connection between Mo Xie Jia's thoughts and the brocade bag was disturbed by the constantly flowing breath of heaven and earth, and could not be kept unobstructed for a moment!

Mo Xie Jia looked down at the broken brocade bag in his left palm, and his face was a little dignified.

He is very distressed.

The arrangement of the array is very hard, but the array is broken.

So Mo Xie Jia had some grievances.

So a touch of white fell from the top of moxie Jia's head, like residual snow.

As if heaven and earth sensed the chaos in xiongcheng to the incredible array and the turbulence of heaven and earth vitality.

So above xiongcheng, the air under the bright moon became dignified and repressed.

Then I don't know which cloud's wet meaning is crushed into white snow by the breath of heaven and earth, and slowly falls to the ground.