Zhao Min is also staunch. Seeing that he was restrained, he directly stabbed his only son with a backhand sword, intending to use moves such as Tiandi Tongshou and Yusha Kungang to kill him together, but Murong Jingyue's martial arts are complex With rich experience in Jianghu, she had already taken precautions against this, and sealed the numb point on her elbow with a single finger, and Zhao Min's sword could only hang down powerlessly.
"Do you think you can win with a hostage in hand?" Song Qingshu looked at the other party quietly with a flat expression.
"Of course!" Murong Jingyue laughed, "Princess Shaomin is the number one beauty in Mongolia, even I am moved by seeing it. You have been ambiguous with her for so long, are you willing to let her suffer any harm? Catch me There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, but if she dies, she cannot be resurrected."
Song Qingshu nodded: "What you said makes sense."
Zhao Min became anxious immediately: "Song Qingshu, leave me alone, kill him for me!" During this period of time, the poison of the brain god pill of the three corpses hung above her head like the sword of Damocles, making her sleepless, thinking about today If you let him go, you will still keep the suffering of the three corpse brain god pills in the future, so it would be better to die with him today.
Murong Jingyue tightened his grip, making it difficult for her to speak: "Don't worry, he doesn't want you to die, as long as it's a man."
Song Qingshu ignored him, but said to Zhao Min: "Don't worry, I will not only kill him, but also rescue you."
Murong Jingyue laughed back angrily: "Although your martial arts are high, I am not much worse than you now. You will never be able to rescue her from me at such a short distance."
"Really?" Song Qingshu smiled lightly, obviously not paying attention to his words.
Suddenly, Bingxueer and Su Quan who were on the side groaned, their bodies swayed a little, and they couldn't stand upright. They hurriedly leaned against the wall to stabilize their bodies. Zhao Min's body was also weak and looked like he was about to fall.
Murong Jingyue's expression changed, he hurriedly held her back a few steps, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and suddenly burst out laughing: "I thought you were so confident, so you were trying to plot me against me with a sad breeze."
Song Qingshu frowned: "Why are you alright?"
Murong Jingyue smiled proudly: "Could it be that you forgot that I also have the identity of Ping Yizhi, one of the world's four great genius doctors, and a disciple of the King of Poisonous Hand Medicine, so what can mere poison do to me?"
"It's my miscalculation." Song Qingshu nodded, obviously a bit annoyed.
Murong Jingyue looked at Bingxue'er and Su Quan who were lying limp on the ground next to him, and couldn't help but feel even more proud: "Hahaha, not only did you not plot against me, but you also made your helper lose his fighting power, which can be called a loss." Madame broke up again."
"Why do you need their help to deal with you?" Song Qingshu shook his head.
"Why are you pretending to be coercive now?" Murong Jingyue snorted coldly, and tightened his hand on Zhao Min's death point, "I'll count to three, you cut off your right arm, or I'll kill her."
As soon as this remark came out, all the women in the field changed their expressions and looked at Song Qingshu one after another.
"If you kill her, you will die if there is no hostage." Song Qingshu said calmly.
"So what, I have the most beautiful woman in Mongolia to be buried with me, it can be said to be a ghost and a romantic." Murong Jingyue has been struggling in the rivers and lakes for decades, and he has already looked down on life and death.
"If I cut off my right arm, how can I be your opponent? Not only will I not be able to save Miss Zhao, but it will also make the other two women suffer. How could I be so unwise." Song Qingshu showed no emotion.
"It can only prove that you love yourself more than others." Murong Jingyue lowered his head and chuckled in Zhao Min's ear, "Princess, it seems that you are not very high in his heart, and he is reluctant to use his arm to save you."
Zhao Min sneered and said, "Did you not forget to sow discord at this juncture? If he is really stupid enough to agree to your conditions, I will look down on him. Even if we change places, I will make the same choice."
"The princess is indeed a hero among women, but it's a pity that he meets someone who is not good, so why not follow me in the future?" Murong Jingyue moved to Zhao Min's neck presumptuously, intending to smell the fragrance on her body, but suddenly he felt only the golden light. In a flash, he looked up subconsciously.
I saw Song Qingshu standing there, but a golden figure suddenly rushed towards him from his body. Murong Jingyue was shocked, and hurriedly planned to grab Zhao Min to block him, but at the same time he hesitated whether to kill him at this time. Zhao Min.
However, he soon realized that he had no energy to care about Zhao Min's affairs, because he found that he couldn't even move a finger, and he could only watch the golden figure approaching with great momentum, until the other party With a finger on his forehead, he instantly felt a trembling from the depths of his soul, knowing that the other party only needs to move his thoughts, and he can make his soul fly away.
"What kind of martial art is this?" Murong Jingyue asked difficultly, but unfortunately he couldn't speak at all.
But the other party seemed to have heard his doubts, and the golden figure answered, "Sword Twenty-Three."
Seeing the golden figure in front of him who was almost exactly the same as Song Qingshu, Murong Jingyue realized something, and said in shock: "This is not martial arts in the world..."
"It is indeed beyond the concept of secular martial arts," Song Qingshu replied lightly, "but why not the magic knife? It's just that you can't master it, you can only kill masters, you can't kill gods and demons."
His sword twenty-three was comprehended by practicing "Taixuan Jing" on Xiake Island. There was no specific name for the sword technique, but Song Qingshu thought of the killing move of the sword master in the TV series "Fengyun" in his previous life, and felt that the effects of the two were somewhat similar. , took such a name.
Since he learned it, Song Qingshu has never used it. After all, he doesn't need to use this kind of ultimate move with his martial arts. The only two times he almost used it was when he was facing Huang Chang and the sweeping monk. The golden figure is also a warning sign that a great enemy is approaching, but in the end the two sides still did not fight.
Until this time when dealing with Murong Jingyue, the opponent has learned the kung fu of the magic knife and cuts martial arts, which is already unfathomable, and with the hostage in hand, he is not sure that he can save Zhao Min, so he can only find a gap to sacrifice this move.
Sword Twenty-Three finally reappeared in the world!
"Where is the antidote for the Three Corpse Brain Pill?" The reason why Song Qingshu didn't take his life immediately was mainly to detoxify Zhao Min.
"The cure... the cure..." Murong Jingyue knew in his heart that this was the only capital he had to save his life, and he must never say it out. Unfortunately, now that his soul was restrained, his whole body seemed to be in constant order, so he instinctively replied, "Is there a cure... yes Configuration, but the three corpse brain pills in the main body of the county are made from these three kinds of corpse insects: one is called Qinggu, and the other is called... "
Even if there is no antidote, it is not difficult to refine the antidote as long as you know what kind of poisonous insect the three corpse brain pill is made of, but when Murong Jingyue just finished talking about a corpse insect, there was a sudden noise outside .
"Everyone surrounds this place, and not even a fly is allowed to fly away."
"Wait and pay attention to Wei Wang's safety."
"The enemy's martial arts are very high, everyone should be careful."
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