Although those monks were wearing cassocks, they couldn't hide the ferocity on their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitar in their hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the Blood Knife Sect.
"Why did the Blood Knife Clan come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled, the two should have nothing to do with each other.
However, Song Qingshu didn't plan to rescue people now, and the time to save people is also important. Now that Wei Xiaobao's guards are strong enough, even if he knocks down the monks with blood knives, it may not be very important to Wei Xiaobao. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving lives can be maximized.
What do you say you don't expect to repay your kindness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been that kind of person.
The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Knife Sect were far superior to those of the Sword and Bell Heroes, Wei Xiaobao's imperial guards had a hard time coping with them, and it was only by virtue of their superior numbers that they were able to defeat the assassins.
"Grandpa Wei has found some satisfactory lovers during this trip to the south of the Yangtze River." After a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof. Bright bald head.
Seeing that iconic movement, and then contacting his self-proclaimed name, Song Qingshu thought to himself, could it be that ancestor of the blood knife, who is a master in actual combat
Among Jin Yong, the ancestor of the Blood Knife is definitely not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Facing four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one. He can be called the first person in the actual combat school .
Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the Blood Knife Patriarch, but when he saw the aura of his appearance, he rubbed his ears that were sore from his laughter, and thought to himself: "Mommy, I'll follow these guys to see It's even a tie for the little monk, and this new old monk almost has 'I'm a master' written on his forehead, and if he makes a move, Wei Xiaobao will become a dead little treasure."
Immediately there was a smile on his face, and he laughed and said: "Senior has a majestic and majestic temperament. At first glance, he looks like Senior Huaguo. My Xiaobao loves making friends the most in his life. I just met a beautiful lady today. If Senior looks pleasing to the eye If you don’t, just take it away, don’t be polite to me.”
Shui Sheng on the side made a strong and indignant sound, but it was a pity that the small mouth had already been blocked, and it all turned into a whining sound in the end.
The ancestor of Xuedao glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn't help touching his chin back and forth, nodded and said: "Well, she is indeed a beautiful woman, well, her eyebrows are still unopened, and she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, old ancestor like."
Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, a master is a master. From such a distance, you can tell that this little lady is still a baby. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless..."
The ancestor of Xuedao laughed dryly: "Everyone says that Lord Wei of the Qing Dynasty is a little hero who donates money with righteousness, and he really deserves his reputation when he sees him today. If it weren't for each other, the ancestor really wanted to make friends with you, but it's a pity , is really the number one combat master in Chapter 50 Golden Book
pity. "
Hearing his words, Wei Xiaobao broke out in cold sweat, and secretly regretted that he didn't bring Fat Toutuo, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers from Tiandihui Qingmutang over for a while, otherwise he wouldn't be so vulnerable. It's so loud, it's useless at the critical moment, if I can escape this time, I will let Xiaoxuanzi drive you all back to your hometown...
While Wei Xiaobao was thinking wildly, his subordinates had already been dealt with by the Blood Knife Monk.
Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remaining guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, their voices trembling: "Wei... Lord Wei, the situation is... not good."
"It's not good, you big-headed ghost, anyone can tell." Wei Xiaobao cursed speechlessly, "Everyone else is dead, why didn't you two get hurt at all?"
Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other and could only smile awkwardly.
Song Qingshu saw that the time was almost up, and with Wei Xiaobao's urinating nature, who knows if he would suddenly be eloquent and escape with his own ability, at that time his wishful thinking would pass by.
With a light cough, Song Qingshu came out from the dark, looked at the Xuedaomen and shook his head and sighed: "The monks are merciful, and the masters actually broke the precept of killing. It is really a heinous crime."
Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingshu. He claimed to be the second best in the world in his ability to perceive words and emotions, but no one dared to say he was number one.
Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw it was unusual at a glance, "With such a handsome appearance, he is either an idiot or an outsider. Seeing his calm and composed expression, it is obviously not the former."
"This hero is carrying a wooden sword on his back. He looks like a master among experts. These evil monks have no mercy from the Buddhist family. They want to kill us, so I hope the hero will save us." Wei Xiaobao once gained confidence. , the attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn.
"Hmph, quitting killing is a thing of your Zen sect in the Central Plains. We Tibetan Buddhists don't have so many rules." The ancestor of Xuedao smiled, looked at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, hesitated, and asked: "I said, little brother, can your wooden sword really hurt people?" Although he had never heard of using a wooden sword as a weapon, his innate instinct still made him subconsciously fear Song Qingshu.
"Your Excellency's blood knife can hurt people, why can't my wooden sword hurt people?" Song Qingshu smiled lightly, but his heart exploded with excitement. This kind of pretentiousness is really not bad.
The Blood Knife Patriarch hesitated for a moment, but still beckoned his disciples to attack. Today, the world is in chaos, and many sects in the Western Regions are looking for their own masters. Most of them lead to Mongolia, which is more powerful, but it is a matter of knowledge to seek refuge in the Mongolian prince. Mu Zhen loves the Seventh Emperor's Grandson Ali Buge more, Chapter 50 Golden Book No. 1 Practical Master
In the future, the position of Da Khan will definitely be passed on to him, so he led the Xuedaomen to seek refuge with Brother Alibu.
Now Brother Ali is staying on the Mongolian prairie, at loggerheads with the Manchus. This time they found out that Kangxi had sent his most trusted confidant, Wei Xiaobao, to the southern state of Song to discuss alliance matters.
Brother Ali worried that after the alliance between Manchu and Song, he would have no worries, and his situation would be even more difficult. Knowing this, the Blood Knife Patriarch volunteered and led all his disciples to the south, intending to intercept and kill Wei Xiaobao in the Great Song Dynasty. In this way, Manchu Qing and Song Kingdom would not be able to form an alliance, and might even launch a big war because of Wei Xiaobao's death .
Although the intuition told that the strange young man in front of the blood knife ancestor was not easy, but time was running out, he had to make a quick decision, and kill Wei Xiaobao before the Song Dynasty court reacted. So let the disciples take the lead and try Song Qingshu's reality. Chapter 51: Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
With a flip of the wrist, in the hand Chapter Fifty-one Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
With a flip of the wrist, in the hand Chapter Fifty-one Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
With a flip of the wrist, in the hand Chapter Fifty-one Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
With a flip of the wrist, in the hand Chapter Fifty-one Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
With a flip of the wrist, in the hand Chapter Fifty-one Two Little Thieves
The second-generation disciples of the Xuedao Sect headed by Baoxiang are not weak in martial arts. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.
Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.
Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.
It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupuncture points on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.
"Grandma is a bear!" The ancestor of Xuedao was taken aback, "This little brat's martial arts is higher than that of grandpa's grandpa, it's not easy to handle now."
Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master, if he is backing up, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of nephew Chengguan teacher... is a fart."
Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.
The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He lowered his head and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will be sure." Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."
After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao who was watching the play, listening to the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.
"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch had a flash of thought, while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and forcibly slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.
Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he slashed at such a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!
Song Qingshu also turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped up high, and a flying dragon struck the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.
The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.
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