At random, song Qingshu swept into the depths of the clouds with a murderous sword.

Shayi stirred and the cloud was torn apart by the sword Qi composed of Shayi, revealing the gap for a very short time.

The deep moonlight shines from those gaps, and is scattered by the stirring floating clouds into countless colors.

It was twisted into countless shapes in the eyes of song Qingshu.

The quiet moonlight fell on the black city.

Or green or white or black.

Song Qingshu looked at the color on his body, indifferent and speechless.

In the eyes of ordinary people, such a colorful moonlight will naturally bring people some terrible emotions.

In the eyes of monks.

These moonbeams, twisted into countless shapes, are even more frightening.

Because in Song Qingshu's knowledge of the sea at this time.

Those quiet moonlight shone in the sky, so they became monks holding Vajra pestle and stepping on golden hair roaring.

The quiet moonlight shone on the ground of xiongcheng, so it became a fierce ghost and beast with open teeth and claws.

The quiet moonlight shines on Song Qingshu's face, so it turns into countless water and fire to attack song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu knows that this is not a fairyland. No fairyland can be strong enough to deceive himself.

This is not the idea attack of moxie Jia. The idea attack should emerge in his mind. How can he appear in the world?

Whether it is a monk who is not angry or a strange ghost or beast with open teeth and claws, the sky fire and divine water will follow it.

All these are real things and things.

This is the profound realm of moxie Jia, with the six levels of Yuanying, who imitates the breath of heaven and earth in the male city into the appearance of gods and demons in the sky!

This is a simple sentence.

But it is more terrible than Xia Hou's shot with full artistic conception.

This move has the power to surpass the secular world and is stained with a trace of God's residual power.

This is God's attack, which is enough to crush mortals.

No one can carry such an attack, even song Qingshu can't do it.

So blood seeped from the lips of song Qingshu, and green veins appeared on Song Qingshu's head.

Under the impact of this worldly power.

Before the angry and roaring god Buddha in the sky.

It is difficult for song Qingshu to produce even a trace of resistance.

Song Qingshu's knee was slightly bent and seemed to be able to kneel down slowly.

He was painfully pale, and the gold elixir trembling in his belly seemed to be about to be destroyed under the terrible impact of moyejia.

Song Qingshu gently spit out a mouthful of turbid air.

In the face of such a terrible attack, what song Qingshu can rely on is no longer the mysterious plug-ins of the system.

But the purple blood soft sword in his hand, which is stained with blood like himself.

Song Qingshu's face was as pale as snow. He didn't look very energetic.

Fortunately, the purple blood soft sword in his hand is still gorgeous, full of infinite power and beauty.

Song Qingshu raised his purple blood soft sword in his own world, and then shook out three sword flowers.

One is made of clouds, so the sword flower is light and quiet.

One is used to climb mountains in the wilderness, so the sword flower is as heavy as a mountain.

One uses Cuilan chaotic sea, so the sword flower is meticulous and continuous.

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

One cut off the monk, and the blood gushed out, splashing more than half a Zhang.

One cut a strange ghost and fierce beast, and the shrill ghost screamed, shaking Song Qing's eardrum.

One flower extinguished the water and fire all over the sky, and white smoke came into being, which filled the eyes of song Qingshu.

"Good swords, some skills and meaning."

"But don't be complacent too early, song Qingshu."

"Tangible things can easily cut you. What about you next?"

Mo Xie Jia looked at the purple blood soft sword trembling in Song Qingshu's hand, joked and smiled, and opened his lips to speak.

With the words of moxie Jia.

The monk reappeared in the sky with eighteen golden Arhats, and the strange ghost and beast appeared in Jiuyou.

The water and fire all over the sky rushed towards song Qingshu.

Therefore, in the eyes of song Qingshu, the gods and ghosts just hacked by him reappeared in the sky.

The heavy clouds have dispersed. At this time, starlight shines through the cracks of the heavy clouds.

And the reappearance of the god Buddha in the sky rushed to himself with the stars.

Song Qingshu raised his purple blood soft sword:

"I can also cut tens of millions of knives. How many times can you be reborn?"

Mo Xie Jia laughs:

"As long as the male city is still there, the gods and ghosts will not be destroyed and will live forever."

Song Qingshu lowered his purple blood soft sword a half inch and asked suspiciously:

"Is it true that you, a six fold person, can be transformed by such means?"

Mo Xie Jia laughed:

"There is a lack of heaven and earth Avenue. Practitioners can only go as far as Yuanying Wuzhong."

"Now I have already made up for the incomplete way of heaven and stepped out of my strongest step. Is it strange to have such a means?"

Song Qingshu lowered his purple blood soft sword a little more and looked indifferent:

"So you are the strongest in the world?"

Mo Xie Jia nodded and stood proudly on the attic in the light of the breeze, the moon and the stars:

"Because I am the strongest in the world, I am certainly better than you."

"Song Qingshu, fold in my hand, you won't suffer."

Song Qingshu put the purple blood soft sword behind him and joked with a smile:

"Add an explanation."

"I'm not from this world."

"So it doesn't matter to me that you are the strongest in the world."

"More clearly, I won't die."

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows:

"So why don't you raise your sword?"

Song Qing's writing is as cold as snow:

"You don't need a sword to kill the god Buddha. You don't need a sword to stand in the air."

Mo Xie Jia smiled:

"His mouth is very sharp."

"Song Qingshu, I'm a little tired."

"Go to hell, with your disgusting self-confidence and the affectation that annoys me!"

That's it.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky and ghosts all over the ground rushed towards song Qingshu with irresistible momentum.

Facing such an attack, song Qingshu's face suddenly became difficult to see the extreme.

His bones began to crack.

Blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes.

His face grew paler and paler.

Even the golden elixir in the body cracked and was on the verge of collapse.

However, song Qingshu's face was still resolute and unyielding.

He had infinite authority on his shoulders, but song Qingshu never bent his knees.

He raised his head with all his strength and looked at the gods and demons.

Song Qingshu was suddenly unhappy and wanted to say a long paragraph to express his inner grievances.

The great emperor is a member of his own group. What is this God and devil?

Sooner or later, I will be an invincible man in the world. What is your moyejia?

But under the pressure, song Qingshu was stuffy and speechless.

So he couldn't say much, so he spit out a word:

"Get out!"

The air waves rolled and the sound waves blew like thunder.