Song Qingshu''s scolding.


    In the eyes of the valley leader of Tangmen and the villa leader of Fengjian mountain villa, they are really arrogant.


    Although in their hearts, today''s song Qingshu already has the triple and even stronger strength of Yuan Ying.


    But the opponent is moyejia.


    The strongest man in the world!


    If Mo Xie Jia was a love talent just now, he was willing to chat with song Qingshu for so long.


    So now, there''s no reason for Mo Xie Jia not to do it?


    As soon as they read this, they were suddenly in a trance.


    They began to doubt whether the future vision that the Lord of reincarnation showed them was true.


    Obviously.


    Today''s song Qingshu may not even live today. How can it be invincible in the world?


    How can you become the Lord of heaven?


    But moyejia''s next move made them more puzzled.


    Moxie Jia faced song Qingshu''s naked provocation.


    For the first time, he was stunned, and then stood still for the first time. He was just two people with the rumored bloodthirsty tyranny.


    "Song Qingshu, I hope you can live in the near future."


    Mo Xie Jia raised his hand, brushed a wisp of green silk on his face, looked at Song Qingshu and said with a vicious smile.


    Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword, and the blade pointed to Mo Xie Jia:


    "Whether I die or not has nothing to do with you."


    "After you waved that amazing palm, the true yuan breath all over you appeared in a state of vanity."


    "Later, you pretended to pressure me and wasted all the real yuan breath left in your body. Moyejia, it''s you who should die."


    Upon hearing the speech, Mo Xie Jia raised his willow like eyebrows and said with interest:


    "My real body is still in seclusion. I left this body decades ago to prevent the chaos of the black feather evil sect."


    "But, song Qingshu, how did you see it?"


    In fact, moxie Jia was proud of Zhenyuan separation.


    As early as song Qingshu took the startling palm, he saw it through the power of sweeping.


    It is precisely because there is little strength left in moxie Jia''s separate body.


    Therefore, moxie Jia did not choose to pursue after that palm, but made an unsuccessful surrender.


    Upon reading this, song Qingshu smiled:


    "How do I see it? What''s the matter with you? Mo Xie Jia, I just want to remind you not to take yourself too seriously! "


    "There are too many people in this world who are more powerful than you."


    Wen Yan.


    Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu with a trace of confusion:


    "You''re not from this world?"


    Song Qingshu nodded.


    Mo Xie Jia laughed, and then his figure became countless crows.


    The crows flew towards the sky and cried again and again.


    "Song Qingshu, I will leave the customs in half a month at the slowest. On the contrary, I already have Yuanying Liuzhong. You''d better leave the world early."


    "Or, with infinite despair, wait to die."


    "Ink kill, 36000 chop!"


    When the first two sentences of moyeka came.


    The ancestors of Pengshan couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief. They didn''t think that moxie Jia would make a move.


    But song Qingshu has been waiting for his third sentence.


    In other words, song Qingshu had already seen the killing intention in the depths of Mo Xie Jia''s eyes.


    So song Qingshu knew that moxie Jia would do it.


    Moreover, it should be the strongest killing move that moxie Jia can show under the current situation!


    After moxie Jia shouted out thirty-six thousand cuts.


    All the crows that were far away gave a wail, and then turned into swords and chopped at Song Qingshu.


    Song Qingshu looked at the tens of thousands of swords, and the purple blood soft sword in his hand trembled with excitement:


    "It''s not the first time I''ve seen this picture of crows flying in the sky."


    "The first time I saw a crow flying in the sky, it was a cut by the three elders of Guizong who exhausted the changes of kendo, but I cut a sword."


    "Now the 36000 cuts are the only sword meaning. It''s like cutting 36000 knives in one breath. Then I''ll make every change!"


    Song Qingshu looked at the 36000 crows, all of which had a sword meaning, and a smile rose from the corners of his mouth.


    Moxie Jia looked at Song Qingshu coldly on the sky and whispered:


    "This sword can cut four times of Yuanying. Song Qingshu, how can you carry it?"


    Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword in front of him.


    Clouds and mists swirled around him.


    As song Qingshu raised the horizontal purple blood soft sword to ask the sky.


    Behind song Qingshu, there was a sound of waves lapping on the shore.


    "Cui LAN is determined to disturb the sea! Sword power, chaotic sea! "


    Song Qingshu roared in a low voice, and then fiercely lifted his sword.


    The sword is as bright as the moon and snow.


    The sword is as powerful as a sea and a river.


    As song Qingshu kept waving the purple blood soft sword in his hand.


    The sword circle with song Qingshu as the dot and purple blood soft sword as the radius.


    Full of sword!


    The breeze can''t reach the corners of song Qingshu''s clothes.


    The morning rain does not wet the silk of song Qingshu.


    The meaning is thoughtful, continuous and endless.


    The momentum is surging and magnificent!


    In the eyes of others, song Qingshu seemed to just raise his hand and cut a few swords.


    However, these swords have cut out an ocean like sword world!


    The thirty-six thousand of moyejia were chopped and transformed into crows.


    Facing song Qingshu, he left the sea with the illusion of a soft sword in his hand.


    Dang!


    Dang!


    Dang!


    When the crow entered the sea, there were a few metal explosions.


    A crow makes a sound, and song Qingshu Shuhu''s mouth trembles.


    Thirty six thousand crows make thirty-six thousand rings.


    The tiger''s mouth in Song Qingshu has long been stained with blood. It seems that Sen Bai''s hand bone can be seen through the broken meat.


    But anyway.


    Song Qingshu relies on the six realm of golden elixir.


    He carried the cut that Yuanying''s four strong men couldn''t carry.


    So he''s proud.


    Song Qingshu raised his head proudly, looked at Mo Xie Jia proudly and smiled proudly.


    "Song Qingshu, you will be the most terrible opponent in my life."


    "In half a month, I will find you and kill you."


    Moxie Jia looked calm in his eyes, looked at Song Qingshu and said.


    After that, moxie Jia''s figure completely dissipated on the horizon and disappeared.


    Song Qingshu took out a healing elixir from his storage bag, swallowed it and recovered his injured palm.


    "Hoo, this Mo Xie Jia is really a character. It seems that we can''t improve our realm without taking the time!"


    Song Qingshu looked at his restored palm and sighed. He was so anxious that he whispered.


    And not waiting for song Qingshu to adjust his breathing.


    Next to the reincarnation lake, two more people appeared.


    Appeared behind these two people.


    On the left, there are all Yuanying strongmen of Fengjian mountain villa and other leaders of Fengjian mountain villa.


    On the right, there are countless strong men in Tangmen valley. They all hold a metal lotus in their hands, which is the lotus of Buddha''s anger


    The leader of Fengjian mountain villa and the leader of Tangmen Valley looked at the two leaders and said:


    "Master?"


    "Father!"