Chapter 413

"Stop talking nonsense! Let old villa leader Li go quickly, or even if you have the ability to connect heaven and earth, you can only die! "

Tang Xun looked at Li Zhan, who was tightly pinched by Mo Xie Jia, and said with a slightly white face.

Although Tang Xun and Li Zhan always look at each other badly on weekdays.

But after working together for so long, Tang Xun and Li Zhan can also be regarded as clearing the hatchet.

At this time, seeing that Li Zhan was in an embarrassing situation, Tang Xun became very anxious.

"Hahaha?"

"I can only die?"

"Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I didn't take someone with me before I died?"

Mo Xie Jia listened to Tang Xun's scolding and laughed.

The palm of his right hand gradually tightened, as if to directly crush Li Zhan's neck.

"Stop!"

Tang Xun looked at the green tendons that appeared on the palm of Mo Xie Jia's right hand, his steps were slightly vain, and sternly scolded.

Mo Xie Jia smiled coldly and said nothing.

Then moxie Jia moved his eyes to song Qingshu, who stood quietly in place, and opened his lips indifferently:

"What don't you say?"

Song Qingshu nodded, indicating that he had nothing to say.

See.

Mo Xie Jia's pupils were red with blood:

"Bastard!"

"Song Qingshu, do you know what I have in that male city!"

"My faith, my hope, my sustenance, everything is in the city. You still say you have nothing to say?"

Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed slightly and did not answer or respond.

So he just stood still and looked at moyejia quietly.

He began to think about a problem.

How can I kill this person?

If it had been before, he could have had countless ways.

The heaviness of hell.

The peak of purple blood soft sword.

The palm is extremely heavy.

Even if it is visual, it also has deep meaning.

But now he must find a new way.

He suddenly thought that his palms were together into a sword, which ran through the moment when Xia Hou left his abdomen.

The picture played back quickly in front of him.

His palm seemed to be inserted into Xiahou's body countless times, and then pulled out.

Then this scene became an extremely slow superposition of countless pictures.

Each time the scene is superimposed, a bit of color will be added.

This scene becomes extremely vivid when countless layers of pictures are superimposed.

Song Qingshu has no abnormal thoughts and desires.

He didn't want to see Xia Hou die so many times.

He just wanted to see his sword that exceeded the speed at that time.

After a long time.

He saw it clearly.

The sword seemed plain and simple to the extreme.

The soul of the sword is composed of clouds and mist. It is extremely light.

Its blade is composed of the great wilderness and mountain climbing. It is as heavy as Kunlun mountain.

The body of the sword is composed of green haze and chaotic sea. It is soft, messy and disorganized.

With a simple sword, he realized the artistic conception of Kun word.

A simple sword can reach the peak of the world.

Thinking of this, song Qingshu raised his right hand and the purple blood soft sword in his right hand.

Purple blood soft sword summoned Kun Yi in front of Mo Xie Jia.

The breath of the vast land suddenly became uneasy.

The sea in the distance is slightly turbulent.

The mountains are slightly deserted.

The clouds rose into the sky as if they could not be seen.

For a time, the vitality of the heaven and earth where song Qingshu was located was like a river bursting its banks and flooding.

Song Qingshu's body is like a feather, floating and sinking on the water, floating and sweeping tens of feet away in an instant.

He came to moyejia and said softly.

Clouds rose on Li Zhan's body, and Mo Xie Jia's tiger palm loosened, as if holding a floating cloud.

Song Qingshu raised his sleeve and waved the wind. Li Zhan was whisked away several feet away.

So there was nothing to stop song Qingshu and moxie Jia.

Song Qingshu looked coldly at Mo Xie Jia in front of him and waved his sword like lightning.

Then song Qingshu floated back and skimmed dozens of feet on the water.

Until it fell on the original ground.

Mo Xie Jia looked at Li Zhan, who had been left a few feet away, and frowned slightly.

He had no idea what had happened.

He only felt a flower in front of him, and then Li Zhan was blown away by the wind.

Mo Xie Jia did not know that there was more blood line between his neck.

Then he looked at Song Qingshu on his side and planned to ask him or insult him.

But he couldn't speak any more.

Because of a very simple turn, he turned his head down.

His head separated from his body and fell to the ground like a stone.

Blood splashed on his neck, splashing several feet high.

"Song Qingshu... You... Must die hard."

Moxie Jia's head fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and countless blood threads appeared in it.

He just stared at Song Qingshu and said hard.

Song Qingshu made another knife.

Boom!

A white sword wind appeared in heaven and earth and directly cut the body of moxie Jia who was still standing in place into blood foam.

Pop.

The scroll tightly held by moxie Jia fell down, and the blade wind of song Qingshu didn't tear it to pieces.

Mo Xie Jia looked at the scroll not far from his head, and something called hope reappeared in his desperate look.

"I want to live! I can't die yet! "

While encouraging himself with this sentence in his mind, moyejia kept calling the book in front of him with his remaining vitality.

So the words on the paper book shine again.

A very fresh vitality came out of the book.

Mohega's head was stained with this fresh vitality of heaven and earth.

The original pale look was swept away in an instant, and his face was ruddy, like a new life.

"Want to revive again by artifact?"

"Do you think I will really give you this opportunity?"

Just before mohega's head was going to break through the air.

Song Qingshu's whisper sounded in his ear.

There was a sharp wind breaking in the sky.

Boom!

The hell platform of the mountain was like a meteorite, which hit moxie Jia's head and splashed hundreds of feet of earth waves.

Moxie Jia's head was crushed to pieces and died completely.

"Ding, hell platform has collected one six fold Yuan Ying undead and gained 124541 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform consumption recovery experience point upgrade, now hell platform level 16."

Song Qingshu listened to the systematic prompt in his mind and smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth.

At this point, the arrogant black feather evil sect was completely wiped out and no longer exists.

The reputation of Mo Xie Jia, the world's strongest man, has also become the nutrient of hell platform.

It became an insignificant stepping stone before the invincible song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at the book held by moxie Jia in front of the hell stage, and his heart was slightly agitated.

So song Qingshu used his palm to suck the scroll into his own hand.

"System, turn it on and scan it to see what it is."

Song Qingshu looked at the book with a worn cover and asked with interest.

Brush!

Song Qingshu hasn't scanned the book yet.

There is a humble font on the book cover, which breaks away from the book and goes straight into the nine clouds