The act of standing upright.


    It means that moxie Jia began to have some ideas about song Qingshu.


    Under the moonlight, the breeze never stops.


    The sound of metal explosion spread far away under the quiet night.


    Extremely powerful.


    Little sparks grew and died on the purple blood soft sword edge in Song Qingshu''s hand.


    Gorgeous.


    Song Qingshu, walking through the wall with a sword, is particularly powerful with sparks and the breeze.


    The blood clothes are floating, just like a Shura evil ghost climbing out of the ninth purgatory.


    Such a Song Qing Book naturally looks very powerful.


    Moreover, his fighting spirit was strong, and his burning killing intention rushed straight into the sky, with a faint meaning of invincibility in the world.


    Mo Xie Jia picked his hand at this time, which seemed a little unwise.


    No more.


    Mojaya should also be dead after hundreds of soldiers.


    Song Qingshu''s killing move was right just at the moment when he relaxed.


    Now Song Qingshu is in a bloody battle. No matter who thinks about it, it won''t be the best way at this time.


    Even a little stupid.


    But still.


    Mo Xie Jia still stood upright, his clothes were calm and light, and his eyes were more and more excited.


    it seems that.


    Just another moment, song Qingshu''s head can be picked up by himself.


    However, the clothes were light for a long time, but moxie Jia''s body still didn''t disappear above the black attic.


    it seems that.


    He is still looking for an opportunity to kill song Qingshu.


    Mohega did not know when this opportunity would come, but mohega knew it would come.


    This is a kind of confidence.


    A belief in victory.


    At the beginning of the battle.


    Song Qingshu was waving his sword to break through the wind and stepping through black walls.


    He once showed a feeling of flowing freely.


    Just in the next constant battle.


    That sense of freedom has been unconsciously sharpened by blood and stumps.


    Therefore, song Qingshu can only control the whole war with precision.


    With the accumulated experience of his countless sword swings, he controls every sword he swings.


    If you want to control and know that you should control, it means that he is about to lose control.


    It means that the mechanical sense of accuracy has begun to be dull.


    Today''s song Qingshu has really begun to have the meaning of dead support.


    Song Qingshu wielded a record of Senluo and chopped a male soldier with an iron shield into blood foam.


    When cutting this knife, song Qingshu''s right foot was raised and had not yet fallen on the bluestone slab.


    He looked around, watching where the recent attacks had come from.


    When you want to do these things.


    Song Qingshu is also thinking about how to swing his next sword.


    He was also thinking about how far away he was from moyejia.


    Thinking about preserving his strength, he gave moxie Jia the most fatal blow.


    You shouldn''t have thought so much when fighting.


    But song Qingshu is already dead at this time. Where can he take so much into account?


    Therefore, song Qingshu inevitably has some slack.


    therefore.


    The opportunity that Mo Xie Jia waited for finally came.


    Brush it.


    A cold and dead wind suddenly appeared on the roof of the black Pavilion.


    More than a dozen crows perched on the black Pavilion were frightened, barking and flying around.


    However, several crows failed to fly to the sky, so they were frozen by the Yin wind and fell down.


    The figure of Mo Xie Jia was like a black ghost.


    He appeared among the piles of broken stones in front of song Qingshu.


    Behind him was a vacuum passage through which the air was shattered.


    The moonlight in the vacuum channel is particularly clear.


    Like a piece of jade, it appears in the vacuum channel.


    The dark wind on the roof of the black Pavilion.


    It was because moxie Jia released all his true yuan breath without hesitation at that moment.


    With the help of the sinister true yuan breath.


    So that moxie Jia storm sent out an unimaginable speed.


    It''s like breaking through the constraints of time and space.


    He slaughtered song Qingshu without reason.


    At this point.


    Song Qingshu''s purple blood soft sword was just taken back by him.


    His right foot, which had just been lifted up, was only an inch away from the bluestone slab.


    Song Qingshu raised his hand and threw his foot.


    There is a rhythm.


    The male soldiers who roared at Song Qing and then flew to him couldn''t shake the rhythm of song Qingshu.


    Song Qingshu knows.


    His current situation is indeed a little stiff, even worse and dangerous.


    But as long as he keeps this rhythm, he can move forward without stopping.


    Sooner or later he will come under the black attic of meyerga.


    However, just at this time, an overcast wind blew from the top of the black Pavilion.


    Moxie Jia came with a scroll to break the rhythm of song Qingshu.


    And it is at the key point of song Qingshu''s rhythm at this time!


    A roll of yellowing bamboo rolls suddenly appeared in the air with indescribable sinister meaning!


    Among them, there was the explosion sound of air crushing, and then Ling lie to the front door of song Qingshu!


    Song Qingshu''s left hand was slightly empty, with nothing in it.


    His right hand just put away the purple blood soft sword, and there was already a movement and trend to chop it to another place.


    Between the lightning and flint of this moment of life and death.


    Song Qingshu stopped any movement of his right hand.


    The muscle of his right hand was tightened by song Qingshu, then trembled and relaxed rapidly, and then held the handle of purple blood soft sword tightly.


    Then song Qingshu''s left hand also held the handle of the purple blood soft sword, and the green tendons on his hands burst.


    The blade of purple blood soft sword stabbed forward and stabbed in front of the yellow bamboo roll.


    Take back the sword.


    Settle down.


    The right hand raised the sword and stabbed it.


    Pull your left hand together.


    Then song Qingshu looked up at the bamboo roll.


    During this period, the whole action was completed at one go by song Qingshu, as if he had expected that moxie Jia holding the scroll would appear at this moment.


    But only he himself and the strong men of moyeka knew.


    Song Qingshu''s success is not natural.


    Song Qingshu''s invincible rhythm was broken.


    Countless thoughts were consumed by this bamboo scroll of moyejia.


    Although song Qingshu has done all he can to make his movements more natural and smooth.


    Yes, I still owe a point after all.


    Moxie Jia stood on the rubble, looked at him expressionless, his eyes were full of jokes, and his feet were as stable as roots.


    Song Qingshu stood on a steady bluestone board, his feet clearly standing in place, but he was wavering.


    Move.


    Be quiet.


    It can be clearly seen from this little thing.


    Moxie Jia made his first move and already won.


    Because song Qingshu''s smiling mouth shed a touch of blood, as bright as sunset.


    However, moxie Jia was still dissatisfied, so moxie Jia''s mouth was still full of indifference.


    He looked at Song Qingshu:


    "Why don''t you die?"