Seeing Song Qingshu fall, Pang Ban also made a move. It was just a simple punch, but it was more powerful than any magic weapon. His punch seemed to carry the might of heaven and earth, as if there was the power of a mountain behind him.
Song Qingshu can also feel a wave of spiritual power, knowing that this is the characteristic of Dao Xin Dao Da-fa, who is good at attacking opponents from the spiritual level. If other people encounter it, they will be affected by Pang Ban's strange spiritual power, and they will be angry everywhere. He made it, and before he started to fight, he was already defeated.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu is also good at the method of mental power, which to a certain extent is immune to one of the opponent's greatest advantages, otherwise there would be no need to fight today.
Fist and palm intersected, and Song Qingshu was shocked. After all, he fought against two great masters one after another. Pang Ban seized the timing very cleverly and forced him back with one punch. Looking at the young man, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
The other party has such a level of cultivation at such a young age, it is simply amazing and brilliant, such a person can be used as the cauldron of the Dao Heart Demon, can I become the number one in the world
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became hot.
Song Qingshu was forced back to the original place, and Temujin's monstrous sea of blood came back again. A Mongolian soldier next to him retreated and was swept by the edge of the sea of blood. With a scream, he instantly turned into a bone. I don't know if it was an illusion. He vaguely saw a grimace with a distorted and painful expression in the sea of blood, which quickly disappeared among the other bones.
Even Pang Ban and Tongtian Wu didn't get too close when Temujin attacked, and they were obviously afraid of this sea of blood.
Song Qingshu snorted coldly: "Are you the only one with a sea of blood?"
After speaking, he opened his hands, and the sword energy that had been rotating around his body turned into countless strands. From a distance, he seemed to be in a ball of light. Immediately after he raised his hands, a turbulent seawater suddenly surged behind him. Unlike Temujin's sea of blood, his sea is extremely white.
"How is it possible?" Everyone was startled, and Lian Tianwu and Pang Ban were also shocked.
But their eyesight was better, and they quickly saw that it wasn't some white waves, but countless sword qi! Each sword energy is erratic, and they are too close to each other, and together they look like waves in the sea.
Song Qingshu waved his hands, and the wave of sword energy behind him rushed towards Temujin's sea of blood.
bloody sea and snow
The white waves collided fiercely, and the white ghost faces in the blood sea were nailed to death by sword qi, but countless sword qi were also melted by the blood sea.
Everyone around seemed to hear the sound of the tsunami, but then all the sounds disappeared, as if everything was quiet.
Then the substances mixed with blood sea and sword energy scattered in all directions, and the Mongolian soldiers in the distance turned around and fled in fright. They were obviously far away, but the splashing speed of these substances was so fast, almost instantly, Anyone who touches it will die.
Suddenly there were several shrill cries in the air, like jackdaws, the overwhelming black crows flew in, bumped into the sea of blood and sword energy splashing everywhere, and blocked the aftermath of the battle between the two almost by himself.
"The leader is mighty!"
Many people knelt down to express their most sincere gratitude to Tongtian Wu. Shamanism has a high status in the hearts of Mongolians, not to mention that Tongtian Wu has saved their lives.
But Tongtian Wu didn't look at these people. These people are just tools for him to buy people's hearts. What he cares most about is the person in the field: "I have given you the opportunity, it depends on whether you can escape."
Now in front of Temujin and other people, it is very difficult for him to let go of the water. He just seized this opportunity when he was having a headache. After all, he saved the lives of so many soldiers. Work hard.
Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't have time to care about other things, but quickly ran to the vacant position that Tongtian Wu had just revealed.
Pang Ban moved, as if stepping in front of him, the opponent and Temujin had lost both sides in the fight, and now is the perfect time to kill him.
But thinking of Dao Xin's demonic great-fa, he couldn't help hesitating a little, but immediately his face changed, because he noticed that the opponent's sword energy was extremely sharp, even better than it was in its heyday.
Pang Ban didn't have time to think about it now, and now the situation was not a question of whether he could stay or not, but a question of whether he could save his life.
In a hurry, he punched away without any reservation.
As soon as the two touched each other, Song Qingshu's figure disappeared at the end of the street, and Pang Ban quickly retreated tens of feet before standing still. Only Jin Bingyun, who was beside him, could see clearly, and found that the blood from the fist in his sleeve was continuously flowing down.
Jin Bingyun couldn't help being shocked, one must know that Pang Ban's fist is comparable to gold and stone, even if it is against the Central Plains Dingding
Daimyo's Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber, his fists will not damage half a point.
For so many years, Pang Ban has been able to kill with just a finger, and there are very few people worthy of his fist, but now his fist has suffered such a serious injury
Jin Bingyun couldn't help feeling a little dazed for a moment: Is that man's martial arts really so high that, under the joint attack of three great masters, he injured two great masters one after another, and managed to escape
At this time, Temujin, who had been standing still, finally spoke: "Pass my order down, the whole city will be searched, even if the ground is dug three feet, Song Qingshu must be brought back!"
Tong Tianwu's eyes moved slightly, he was keenly aware of the tremor hidden in the other party's voice, obviously he was trying his best to restrain his injury, should we take this opportunity...
But looking at Pang Ban in the distance, and at the countless Mongolian warriors around him, he temporarily dismissed this idea.
After Temujin gave the order, he resisted his trembling body and returned to the king's tent under the escort of Nayaa.
His orders were always prohibitive, but after he spoke this time, all the people, whether they were ordinary soldiers or experts raised everywhere, looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was no movement.
He is a great master, you can't keep it, aren't we going to die
As if seeing everyone's doubts, Pang Ban also spoke at this time: "Just now he just performed some secret techniques similar to the method of disintegrating the Holy Gate Heavenly Demon, which overdraws the essence and blood life, and burst out for a short period of time. became so weak that even an ordinary soldier could kill him."
In front of so many people, he faced Song Qingshu who was seriously injured in his full state, but was seriously injured. No matter how calm Pang Ban was, he wanted to explain the reason and save face a little.
Hearing that this was the case, a group of Mongolian soldiers showed excitement, screamed and chased in the direction where Song Qingshu had just left, as if they saw the glory and wealth beckoning to them.
Watching everyone leave, Pang Ban said to the disciples beside him: "Bing Yun, you go too."
Jin Bingyun nodded: "Okay, I will kill him to avenge Master."
Pang Ban shook his head: "No, you are going to save him."
"Help?" Jin Bingyun was taken aback, but she was a smart person, and immediately understood what the other party meant, showing a complex look of anger, resentment and sadness, "Okay!"