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"Tsk tsk, you have a pretty face."

Tang Xun looked at Mo Xiejia's appearance, and said with a sneer.

Li Zhan frowned and said:

"Is he really dead?"

"Is it that exaggerated?"

While Li Zhan and Tang Xun kept looking at Mo Xiejia's body.

Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly pumping out the vitality of the world to repair his injuries.

As Song Qingshu kept absorbing vitality.

Originally, the broken ribs on his body, the golden core with some cracks, and the internal condition with serious internal injuries.

Under the nourishment of the incomparably majestic vitality of heaven and earth, all this gradually became closer to normal.

The broken ribs have been joined together.

The golden core between the lower abdomen became still perfect.

The injured tendons and bone marrow in his body gradually no longer needed the support of others.

The environment in Song Qingshu's body is naturally getting better and better.

And what about the seemingly dead Mo Xiejia?

During the moment Song Qingshu was healing, the scroll on his right hand was filled with endless brilliance.

"Old Li, I feel that Mo Xiejia shouldn't die so easily."

"No matter what, you should give this Mo Xiejia a knife first, and completely cut off his breath?"

Looking at Moxiejia who was lying motionless on the ground.

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

Li Zhan rolled his eyes:

"Why me?"

"The holy sword of my Fengjian Villa is broken, and it will definitely not be as good as it was before."

"Don't you still hold the Buddha's Fury Lotus in your hand? Then I don't need to do it at all!"

Tang Xun smiled, and said with some embarrassment:

"Each Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus is expensive to make, so it's better if you can't get it out."

"Old Master Li, don't evade any more excuses, just use your sword."

After hearing Tang Xun's reasons, Li Zhan couldn't help but wryly smiled and called Tang Xun a miser.

Immediately, Li Zhan raised the broken sword, and pointed it at Mo Xiejia on the ground.

"Since Mr. Tang is the main pusher, then Mr. Li shamelessly supports it."

"Mo Xiejia, accept..."

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

It seemed that a shocking sword was about to strike from Li Zhan's hand.

But it's not until the vitality of heaven and earth in Li Zhan's hands has been absorbed enough to make a move.

It didn't wait for Li Zhan to finish the beautiful words in his opening remarks.

Song Qingshu's roar had already covered Li Zhan's voice:

"Mo Xiejia! How dare you?!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's roar, Tang Xun and Li Zhan were puzzled.

But Li Zhan understood why Song Qingshu yelled such a nonsensical sentence in an instant.

Because there was a shadow of a person in front of him.

The man held the scroll in one hand, and leaned towards Li Zhan's neck with his delicate and slender palm.

This man came too fast too fast.

It was so fast that even Song Qingshu only had time to swear, but it was too late to rescue him.

Tang Xun, who was almost three steps behind Li Zhan, finally saw the figure of the person coming after a moment of bluntness.

"Mo Xiejia? Die, Rainstorm Pear Blossom!"

Tang Xun saw Mo Xiejia who appeared in front of Li Zhan very quickly.

First he let out an angry shout, and then flipped his hands to reveal seven Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles.

In such a short distance, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle erupted with power even more ferocious than thunder, and faster than Aurora.

Therefore, the seven needles seemed to lose their entities in the air, and they swept away in the air like ghosts.

Song Qingshu was the first to feel that Mo Xiejia was about to make a move.

So his attack is faster and faster than the ghostly Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.

Just when Song Qingshu yelled angrily.

There was already a sword flying down from the sky.

A sword came from beyond the sky, towards the figure of Mo Xiejia on the ground.

At this time, there was a cloud above the heads of Song Qingshu and others.

Then the sword came out through the clouds, with cloud threads about several miles long, piercing the ground.

The reason why you want to defend the sword.

It was because when Mo Xiejia's majestic city collapsed, the purple blood soft sword that fell in the majestic city was blown away somewhere.

So now Song Qingshu has no sword in his hand.

Facing Mo Xiejia's violent attack on Li Zhan, Song Qingshu had no choice but to let out a roar.

Then he thought about his purple blood soft sword again.

So thousands of miles waited and watched, and Zixue soft sword stabbed at Mo Xiejia with a lingering and boundless sword force.

Zixue soft sword's speed is too fast, so fast that it can't see the main body at all.

So everyone present could only see a streamer.

However, because Song Qingshu seemed to disdain to hide his momentum.

So everyone on the ground at this time clearly knew that it was a sword.

Li Zhan felt a little excited and helpless when he felt that a sword was coming to save him.

Mo Xiejia, who had just been resurrected, knew that there was a sword coming to kill him, and felt a little desolate and angry.

In a state of joy, Li Zhan raised the broken sword in his hand, and slashed out a hundred and eighty slashes in an instant.

Each blow is the few blows that Li Zhan is most satisfied with in his life, and the power of each blow is enough to split mountains and seas.

Mo Xiejia only slapped in anger.

His unusually handsome and slender palms shattered Li Zhan's hundred and eighty slashes.

Then Mo Xiejia smashed the broken sword in Li Zhan's hand into pieces.

Then Li Zhan's right hand and arm were shattered by Mo Xiejia's palm, and blood sprayed.

"what……"

Li Zhan didn't have time to scream.

Mo Xiejia's outstretched palm had already pinched Li Zhan's neck.

He backhanded slightly with his arm, and Li Zhan stood in front of him.

Blocked in front of seven ghostly rainstorm pear blossom needles and purple blood soft sword.

Seeing this, Tang Xun tried his best to change the track of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, preventing the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle from accidentally injuring Li Zhan.

When Song Qingshu saw this, the streamer in the air stopped and flew back into Song Qingshu's hands.

Song Qingshu jumped up and came to Mo Xiejia.

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

Song Qingshu looked at Li Zhan who had become a blood man, frowned, and said to Mo Xiejia.

Mo Xiejia laughed:

"Think I let him go?"

"Okay! Cut off your own arm, Song Qingshu!"

Chapter 413

"Stop talking nonsense! Let the old master Li go, otherwise, even if you, Mo Xiejia, have the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, you will only die!"

Tang Xun looked at Li Zhan whose neck was tightly pinched by Mo Xiejia, and said with a pale face.

Although Tang Xun and Li Zhan always look at each other unhappy.

But after working together for so long, Tang Xun and Li Zhan have settled their suspicions.

Seeing that Li Zhan was in an embarrassing situation at this time, Tang Xun also became extremely anxious.

"Hahaha?"

"I can only die once?"

"Then before I die, wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I didn't bring someone to accompany me to leave?"

Hearing Tang Xun's scolding, Mo Xiejia laughed.

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