Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he looked downstairs, only to see two men and two women walking in, a monk about fifty years old, clothed with straw shoes, his face seemed to have precious light flowing, he looked like a super expert.
Another young man, who looked like a son of a family, with a jade face and a gentle temperament, was looking at the side face of a girl in a lotus-colored shirt beside him with an expression on his face.
The girl frowned slightly, with a cowardly look, it was Wang Yuyan who had met in Mantuo Villa that day.
Not far from them, a young girl in black grasped the hilt of her sword and followed in unhurriedly.
"Moha Kakra, I swear pure and perfect precepts. Why does King Ming get angry with a little girl? Why don't you come up and have a glass of water and wine?" I worked hard to study some Buddhist knowledge, so I explained the origin of King Dalunming in just one word.
Moha Kakra is the transliteration of Dalun Mingwang Sanskrit. Jiumozhi did not expect that someone in the south of the Yangtze River could recognize him at a glance. He looked up and saw that he was only a young man. Under suspicion, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, there was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and soon he thought of something again, his expression darkened, and he followed with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beautiful woman come from? If this beautiful woman were to be my wife, the little emperor wouldn't mind switching places with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, live my life like this. No matter what, I must marry this girl as my wife!" As soon as Wang Yuyan went upstairs, Wei Xiaobao's chest seemed to be hit hard by an invisible heavy hammer, his mouth parched and he was stunned.
The man's instinct made Duan Yu immediately realize the covetousness in Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and he couldn't help but subconsciously block Wang Yuyan, blocking the other's hot gaze.
Noticing his actions, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart, and sat next to Song Qingshu in a fit of anger.
"Farewell to Huashan, I didn't expect us to meet so soon." Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at Mu Wanqing. The beautiful woman's face has not diminished, but there is a little more tired look on Qingli's face.
"Sister Wan, does this young master know you?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seems to be a little unusual, even though Mu Wanqing has become his own sister now, she still feels a little uncomfortable in her heart.
"He is my husband!" Mu Wanqing's words shocked everyone.
It turns out that Mu Wanqing's heart has been broken by Qing's elder brother becoming a real elder brother. Hearing that Duan Yu was captured by Jiumozhi in Gusu in Mount Hua, he hurried to rescue him. How could he know that the former lover was so full of thoughts so quickly? It's on the girl Wang.
Mu Wanqing's heart was chilled by the speed with which Duan Yu transferred his love to each other along the way. Seeing Song Qingshu now, Mu Wanqing felt a little more warmth in her heart. of.
Being blocked just now, Wei Xiaobao now has a chance. Chapter 58: The Gathering of the Four Giants
Looking at Mu Wanqing, he couldn't help but startled when he saw it, he compared the two women back and forth, and they couldn't tell the difference, and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Song, sister-in-law is really beautiful!" Brother is loyal, if she is not the eldest brother's woman, she is so beautiful, I will get her no matter what.
Jiumozhi didn't have time to watch a group of idiots quarreling and jealous, clasping his palms together: "I don't know what this young master can teach you?"
"King Ming used the 'flame knife' unique skill to wipe out black sects in Tubo, and he was so powerful in the west. What's more rare is that he has great wisdom and is proficient in Buddhism. He is a person who has been fascinated by me for a long time. How dare he talk about teaching?" Song Qingshu smiled modestly.
Jiumozhi's face was smug, if this young man just praised him for his martial arts, he would not feel much. After all, there are not many people in the Central Plains martial arts who have seen him shoot, and he praised his martial arts. Buddhism is more respected, but this cannot be faked.
Only now did Wang Yuyan see Song Qingshu, her eyes lit up, and she asked happily, "Young Master Song, have your injuries been healed?"
"Thank you Miss Wang for your advice that day, my meridians have recovered." Song Qingshu smiled kindly at her.
"So you know each other." Jiumozhi snorted coldly, but he wasn't worried. Among the people present, the one with the braids doesn't know martial arts at first glance, the woman standing behind him has limited martial arts, and Mu Wanqing is not in his eyes, but the young man opposite may be a bit tricky, but considering his A young man with a weak crown, no matter how high his martial arts are, how high can he be.
"Ms. Song was greatly favored by Miss Wang in the past. Now that she has seen Miss Wang suffering, although she thinks her martial arts are low, there is absolutely no reason to stand by and watch. If there is any offence, I hope the king will forgive the sin." Song Qingshu is not true. He wanted to fight him, but he just took this opportunity to let Wei Xiaobao experience Jiumozhi's martial arts, then he realized that what he said before was true, and he returned Wang Yuyan's favor by the way, so why not do it.
"Mr. Song Feng is handsome, but he has the style of a righteous man in ancient times. The poor monk admires him. It's a pity that the poor monk has something important to ask Miss Wang, so he has to offend him." Jiumozhi spoke elegantly, as if he had just attained Taoism. .
"Brother Wei, this is the master I mentioned to you earlier, take a closer look, it will be up to you to convince him to join later." Before standing up, Song Qingshu whispered in Wei Xiaobao's ear.
Not to mention that when the two confronted each other, their clothes were calm and active, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out. Somewhere thousands of miles away, a major event related to the life and death of Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao happened.
In the depths of the mountains in Shandong, the tent of the commander of the Golden Snake Camp, Yuan Chengzhi looked at the three people in the tent as if facing an enemy: "Everyone gathered in the Golden Snake Camp this time, I don't know what to do."
No wonder he was nervous. Opposite him was the leader of Liaodong Shenlong Sect, the other was the leader of Qinghai Xuedaomen, and the other was Master Sang Jie, the number one master of Shingon sect, one of the four major sects of Tantric Buddhism. All of them are first-class martial arts masters. , although they are early
The greeting post has been posted in advance, and it seems that there is no malicious intention, but the three of them came together, which still made Yuan Chengzhi vigilant.
"Why should the Golden Snake King be so wary of us? Now we have a common enemy, an enemy but not a friend." Master Sangjie was fat and white, and when he smiled, he always had the illusion of smiling.
"Please forgive Yuan for being ignorant and not understanding what you mean." Yuan Chengzhi said calmly, his heart moved.
"Why does the Golden Snake King pretend to be ignorant?" Shenlong Sect Master Hong Antong said solemnly, "We are all here for Wei Xiaobao. I heard that Wei Xiaobao's trip to the south to form an alliance is a lie, and it is true to deal with Your Excellency."
"To deal with Wei Xiaobao, we don't need so many masters to join forces," the blood knife ancestor said suddenly, "A few days ago, the ancestor, I could have taken Wei Xiaobao's life very quickly, but who would have thought that a young man with strong martial arts suddenly appeared beside him?" People, hey," the ancestor of the blood knife looked around and said with a smile, "In my opinion, if you fight alone, I am afraid that none of you here is the opponent of that young man, so I ran around and wanted to unite everyone to do it together..." Fifth Chapter 19 Flaming Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart Chapter 59 Flame Knife vs Wooden Sword
"The master of the Blood Knife Sect is probably exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng, or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, with a look of obvious disbelief.
Yuan Chengzhi also smiled slightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Jin Snake Langjun, and Tie Jianmen to form a school of his own. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone else.
"Hong Jiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and tightened his hand holding the blood knife.
Hong Antong's white hair was calm and automatic, he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. He had already hit the blood knife ancestor's big acupoint on his chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and prepared, and he punched him with a knife.
In the blink of an eye, the two disassembled more than ten moves. Hong Antong's pure martial arts attainments were slightly higher than that of the ancestor of Xue Dao, but in actual fighting, they could only fight a dead end, feeling extremely depressed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.
"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."
The ancestor of the blood knife also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.
Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback when he saw it, and thought to himself that he would be sure to win against any one of the three. The two opponents teamed up to maintain invincibility at most.
"Old Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few people with the same goal as him, he thought that he had no enmity with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.
A frightened expression appeared on the face of the ancestor Xuedao: "I ask myself that I have seen many masters in the martial arts, but this is the first time I have seen someone who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." The situation was described in detail.
The other three were amazed when they heard it, and Yuan Chengzhi was also in doubt, thinking that half of his kung fu was devoted to this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to beat these three.
Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "Everyone is the overlord of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"
Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of Xuedao, clasped his palms together, and said, "Golden Snake King, we will not hide it from you. The master of Xuedao Sect and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. The old man is at odds with Man Qing." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for Hierarch Hong, he also intends to join our lord recently, intending to make a great contribution before meeting the lord..."
Hong Antong nodded slightly, but secretly calculated in his heart