Chapter 412

Li Zhan listened to Tang Xun's words, and the look in his eyes immediately became more frightening.

After a long silence, Li Zhan just put away the remnant sword in his hand and whispered at moyejia's body:

"How is that possible?"

"People like Mo Xie Jia really say they die?"

"It's too much fun."

Tang Xun nodded at the speech:

"This is really unreasonable."

Stop talking.

Tang Xun went directly to moxie Jia.

I'm going to have a good look at the man who once brought fear to himself in countless nights.

"Tut Tut, your face is very beautiful."

Tang Xun looked at moyejia's appearance and said with a sneer.

Li Zhan frowned and opened his lips and said:

"Is he really dead?"

"Is there such an exaggeration?"

When Li Zhan and Tang Xun kept looking at moyejia's body.

Song Qingshu sat cross legged on the ground and kept breathing the vitality of heaven and earth to repair his injury.

As song Qingshu kept absorbing vitality.

Originally, his broken ribs, some cracked gold pills, and his internal condition with severe internal injury.

Under the nourishment of the boundless vitality of heaven and earth, all this has gradually become close to normal.

The broken ribs have been connected.

The golden elixir between the lower abdomen is still perfect.

The injured muscles, veins and bone marrow in his body gradually no longer need the help of others.

The environment in Song Qingshu naturally becomes better and better.

And what about moyeka, who seems to have died?

In the moment when song Qingshu healed, the scroll on his right hand was filled with endless brilliance.

"Li Lao, I feel that Mo Xie Jia should not die so easily."

"No matter what, you first stab this Mo Xie Jia and completely cut off his breath?"

Looking at moyejia lying motionless on the ground.

Tang Xun frowned and spoke to Li Zhan anxiously and excitedly.

Li Zhan rolled his eyes:

"Why me?"

"My holy sword of Fengjian mountain villa is broken. It must be much worse than I used it again."

"Don't you still hold the Buddha anger lotus in your hand? That doesn't need me to do it! "

With a smile, Tang Xun said somewhat uninteresting:

"Each Buddha anger lotus is expensive. It's better not to make a move if it doesn't come out naturally."

"Old villa leader Li, don't hold back any more. Let's take out the sword."

After hearing Tang Xun's reasons, Li Zhan couldn't help laughing bitterly and scolding Tang Xun as a miser.

Then Li Zhan raised the broken sword and pointed the blade at moxie Jia on the ground.

"Since old villa leader Tang pushed it, Li held it shamelessly."

"Mo Xie Jia, accept..."

Li Zhan raised his sword to his chest, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered on the palm of Li Zhan's hand holding the broken sword.

It seems that there will be a startling sword coming out of Li Zhan's hand.

But it doesn't wait for the strength of heaven and earth in Li Zhan's hands to be absorbed to the amount that can be shot.

It doesn't wait for Li Zhan to finish his beautiful opening remarks.

The roar of song Qingshu has already covered Li Zhan's voice:

"Mo Xie Jia! Dare you? "

Tang Xun and Li Zhan were puzzled by the roar of song Qingshu.

But in an instant, Li Zhan understood why song Qingshu shouted such a nonsense.

Because a person's shadow appeared in front of him.

The man held the book in one hand and leaned his slender palm towards Li Zhan's neck in the other.

The man came too fast.

Even song Qingshu had time to scold, but it was too late to rescue.

Now Tang Xun, who was three steps behind Li Zhan, was a little slow for a moment before he saw the figure of the man.

"Mo Xie Jia? Die, pear blossom! "

Tang Xun saw Mo Xie Jia who quickly appeared in front of Li Zhan.

First there was a roar, and then there were seven rainstorm pear needles.

In such a short distance, the torrential rain pear flower needle broke out a more ferocious momentum than thunder and a faster speed than the aurora.

Therefore, the seven needles in the air seem to have lost the entity, like ghosts in the air.

Song Qingshu was the first person to feel that moxie Jia was about to make a move.

Therefore, his attack is faster and faster than the ghost like rainstorm pear flower needle.

Just when song Qingshu just shouted angrily.

A sword has flown down from the sky.

A sword came from beyond the sky and went to the figure of moxie Jia on the earth.

At this time, there were clouds on the heads of song Qingshu and others.

So the sword broke through the clouds and took about miles of cloud silk and stabbed directly into the ground.

The reason to resist the sword.

It's because when the male city of moxie Jia collapsed, the purple blood soft sword that fell in the male city was blown to where.

So now Song Qingshu has no sword in his hand.

Facing Mo Xie Jia's fierce attack on Li Zhan, song Qingshu had to roar.

Then he thought about his purple blood soft sword.

As a result, the purple blood soft sword stabbed Mo Xie Jia with a cold and limitless sword potential.

The speed of purple blood soft sword is too fast to see the body at all.

So everyone present could only see a streamer.

However, song Qingshu seemed disdainful to hide his momentum.

So at this time, people on the ground clearly know that it is a sword.

Li Zhan felt that a sword was coming to save himself. He was a little excited and helpless.

The newly resurrected moxie Jia knew that there was a sword to kill himself, and his heart was desolate and angry.

In a happy mood, Li Zhan raised the broken sword in his hand and made a hundred and eighty strokes in a moment.

Each blow was the most satisfactory blow of Li Zhan's life, and each blow was powerful enough to open mountains and break seas.

Mohega only slapped in anger.

His slender palm, which looked very beautiful, smashed Li Zhan's 180 cuts.

Then moxie Jia smashed the broken sword in Li Zhan's hand.

Then Li Zhan's right hand and his arm were smashed by Mo Xie Jia's palm, and the blood foam splashed.

"Ah..."

Li Zhan had no time to scream.

Mo Xie Jia's outstretched palm had pinched Li Zhan's neck.

His arm was slightly backhanded, and Li Zhan stood in front of him.

In front of seven ghost like rainstorm pear flower needles and purple blood soft sword.

Seeing this, Tang Xun tried his best to change the track of the rainstorm pear blossom needle to prevent Li Zhan from being hurt by the rainstorm pear blossom needle.

When song Qingshu saw this, the streamer in the air stopped and flew back to song Qingshu's hand.

Song Qingshu jumped and came to moxie Jia.

"Let people go, and I'll let you live."

Song Qingshu looked at Li Zhan, who had become a bloody man, frowned and opened his lips to Mo Xie Jia.

Mo Xie Jia laughed:

"Think I let him go?"

"Yes! Break your arm, song Qingshu! "