Within a square inch, the black dagger was like a poisonous snake, with a strange angle, and the attack was so fierce that even Song Qingshu was capable of breaking out in a cold sweat.
Under normal circumstances, it would not be difficult for him to avoid this kind of attack from the opponent, but now as Shuiyue Dazong, it would be quite troublesome if he had to use other people's martial arts to deal with it.
Song Qingshu dodged to the side while trying to turn the knife back, but unfortunately the Shuiyue knife was too long, and by the time he turned back, he might have already been stabbed several times by the dagger.
But his cultivation level is there after all, saber and sword skills don't need to have a real saber in his hand, aiming for a gap, directly use the saber handle to punch down, just hit the assassin's wrist, the assassin obviously didn't expect it Seeing that he would have such a trick, his mouth became numb, and he could no longer hold the dagger in his hand.
However, the assassin reacted extremely quickly, and with a flick of his toe, the dagger turned into a rapidly spinning hidden weapon and shot from bottom to top.
Song Qingshu was startled, and hastily moved a foot back, feeling very annoyed in his heart, this man's moves are too shady, and he can't move away from the next three ways.
The assassin took this opportunity to re-hold the dagger with his left hand and attacked him, but Song Qingshu had pulled away enough, a cold light flashed, and with a crisp ding, the dagger had been knocked flying and stuck on the ground, the blade was still trembling.
Song Qingshu took advantage of the situation and twisted the opponent's hand behind his back, and the Shuiyue knife was also on his neck.
Just as he was about to ask who he was, who knew that the assassin's body suddenly became as if he had no bones, and his whole body was extremely twisted like noodles. He broke free from his control, and turned around to face him, with both hands It was inserted directly into his chest, with a hint of blue on the fingertips, apparently highly poisonous.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to test the poison himself, and it was too late for the Shuiyue Dao at the moment of lightning, so he directly discarded the sword and clasped his wrist with his hand.
The assassin's reaction was also quick. Although his hands were clasped and unable to exert force, his legs kicked towards his lower abdomen like a poisonous snake.
Song Qingshu is really angry, this guy is too vicious, he always greets you in three ways, if this is the case, don't blame me for being rude.
While blocking his vicious attack with his legs, he kicked his legs in the same way as he did.
"Ah!" the assassin exclaimed, his whole body bent down like a boiled shrimp in pain.
Song Qingshu was startled, because the voice of the other party was a woman!
There was a series of intense fights just now, and he didn't have time to observe other things. Only now did he notice that the other person's figure was indeed not like a man's, but she was tall and tall, and her chest should have been wrapped with cloth several times, so she didn't reveal too much of a woman. feature.
Pulling off the veil on her face, a beautiful and moving face appeared in front of her. The most impressive thing about her at first sight was the charm between her brows. She was definitely a woman among women.
However, her painful expression at this time destroyed this temperament to a certain extent, Song Qingshu asked in a deep voice: "Who the hell are you?"
The woman gave him a sideways glance, her eyes full of resentment: "Da Zong really doesn't know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic, so he actually kicked him... over there..."
Song Qingshu frowned, because at that moment he already felt that the other party was performing a charm technique, which was somewhat similar to that of Shan Yuru before, but there were some differences. Her cultivation level of charm technique was obviously not as high as Shan Yuru's, but for her The charm of men is comparable, presumably because she is naturally charming, which narrows the gap between the two to a certain extent.
"I'm just using your own means to use it on you." Song Qingshu sneered.
"Could it be that Da Zong came from the Murong family, when will he use the same way to repay him?" There was a slight smile on the corner of the woman's lips, obviously not worried about her situation at all.
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and sucked it, and put the Shuiyue knife across her white and tender neck: "I'll give you one last chance to clarify your identity, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife."
But the woman laughed: "Da Zong is reluctant to kill me. After seeing my appearance just now, most of Da Zong's murderous aura has dissipated unconsciously."
"Really?" Song Qingshu was stunned, and wiped the Shuiyue knife directly on her neck.
"Ah, I am Lost in the Sea!" There was a cold light in front of her eyes, and she felt the fear of death at that moment, and she could even feel that her neck had been cut open by the blade.
"Lost in the sea?" Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, remembering the conversation between Xu Liewu and Chabi that he overheard before.
"Da Zong should have heard my name." Feeling the coldness of the blade on his neck, Hai Lost was still a little shocked.
Song Qingshu's face darkened: "Nonsense, Hai Lost is a majestic princess, but how could she come to assassinate in the middle of the night?"
"He has heard about Da Zong's reputation for a long time, so he wants to pay a visit." Hai lost his eyes and kept aiming at his knife, obviously worried that his hand would slip by accident.
"A visit, does an assassination count as a visit?" Song Qingshu sneered.
"Da Zong's martial arts are world-class, so why would you take my three-legged cat's kung fu seriously? I just want Da Zong to give me some advice on martial arts. I am deeply sorry for my misunderstanding." The tone of voice seemed to come from the heart.
"Princess, I'm humbled. Your martial arts skills are top-notch in the world." Song Qingshu snorted.
Hai Mi lost his lips and smiled: "It seems that Grandmaster believes in my identity. In this case, can you let me go? Now that we are so close, if other people see it, I am afraid it will cause an uproar."
How could an old driver like Song Qingshu be led by the nose by her, and he replied directly: "Who would see it in the middle of the night now? And the princess took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, and no one would believe it if she said it."
While talking, she gently slid the tip of the knife across the clothes on her chest, deliberately showing a greedy expression: "Isn't the princess afraid that I won't be able to hold you back for a while and will execute you on the spot?"
Hai Mi lost and shook his head: "Although Guiyou is dead, I am still the eldest princess of the Kuowotai Clan. Dazong must be the one who knows the importance."
"The big deal is that I'll kill you after I'm done. Who knows what happened here? The disappearance of the princess may become a mystery through the ages, but who would really care about a princess who has lost power?" Song Qingshu Said.
Hearing certain words, a trace of anger finally flashed in Hai Mizuo's eyes, but he quickly covered it up: "Let's not fight each other like this. Da Zong can only get my people, but he can't get my heart."
Song Qingshu wondered: "I just want to get your people, so why get your heart?"
Hai Lost was a little messy, thinking why you didn't play cards according to common sense, shouldn't you follow the trend and ask how to get your own heart, so I had to hold back my anger, but there was a shy expression on my face: "Da Zong got my man!" If you can get my heart and let me serve you willingly, there will be many good days in the future, so why worry about Da Zong."