Jiumozhi was also secretly startled, the opponent's weapon was a snake-like long sword, the swordsmanship was fierce and treacherous, and the inner strength was also extremely profound, in the blink of an eye, the two fought more than ten moves, yet they were tied.
Why are there so many young masters in Central Plains Wulin? Jiumozhi was secretly startled, but Nan Murong was fine. Although his martial arts were good, he was still far from the prestige spread in the world. He didn't dare to underestimate the heroes of the world when he met Song Qingshu before. He didn't expect to meet again today. To a young man whose martial arts are not inferior to his own.
"Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi?" The opponent's weapon was so distinctive, Jiumozhi had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered who the opponent was.
"I don't know who is your master?" Yuan Chengzhi's face sank like water. In the past few years, he has made great progress in martial arts. He thought that there were few opponents in the Jianghu. He didn't expect that an ordinary monk could draw with him.
"National Master of Tubo, Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi has seen the Golden Snake King." Jiumozhi folded his palms together, secretly wielding the unique flame saber from Ningma Temple.
Yuan Chengzhi was lucky in the sword body, and the Golden Snake Sword made a slight sound of dragon chant, waiting for the opportunity to find the flaws exposed by the opponent.
"This fan monk is too powerful. I'll hold him back. You join forces and make a quick decision. It will be bad if the Qing court officers and soldiers react." Yuan Chengzhi said in a deep voice, but he didn't dare to look at everyone, all his energy was in the dove On Mozhi.
Seeing him open his mouth, Jiumozhi knew that his anger had more or less dissipated, his eyes lit up, and took advantage of this golden opportunity to attack him.
Yuan Chengzhi was afraid of his illusory flame sword aura, and Jiumozhi was also a little frightened by his weird swordsmanship, so although Yuan Chengzhi lost the opportunity, he was still able to hold the atrium.
Jiumozhi was secretly worried, he was held back by the opponent, he probably had to do hundreds of moves to decide the winner, the other three were all masters of martial arts, under combined attack, Song Qingshu might not be able to catch them.
Duolong at the side saw that the situation was not good, slipped out from the door quietly, and summoned the soldiers and horses of Xiaoqi Battalion.
Patriarch Xuedao and Lama Sangjie walked slowly around Song Qingshu, and together with Hong Antong, the three surrounded Song Qingshu tightly.
"The three of you are all well-established in the martial arts, and your combined age is more than ten times older than our young master, and you even joined forces to besiege him. Shame or not!" Shui Sheng was about to take advantage of the chaos and escape when he turned around and saw Song Qingshu Surrounded by three people, he couldn't help but sneer.
"This little lady is so handsome, she really likes the patriarch." The blood knife patriarch has ruined the chastity of countless ladies on weekdays, so he couldn't tell that the other party was a man disguised as a woman. He glanced at Shui Sheng, his eyes full of greed.
Lama Sangjie had a bad nose at Jiumozhi just now, and he was very angry. Seeing that the two of them hadn't moved, he was determined to save face in front of the other two. The great light seal with the greatest power of mudra.
With such a distance, Song Qingshu felt that the air around him seemed to be solidifying, and he could not help but fly away separately.
His expression changed, and he quickly drew out his sword and pointed it at several imaginary points in the air.
Lama Sangye was terrified. This young man was so young, but his vision was like that of a great master. Just now, his calm points were just on the weak points of the aura he created. The biggest feature of Mahamudra It is to create a force field that is beneficial to oneself a few meters around in advance. The stronger the force field, the more obscure the opponent's luck and counterattack.
Unexpectedly, before the formation of the Great Light Seal, the force field was suddenly scattered by the opponent's fierce sword energy, Sang Jie snorted, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.
Song Qingshu didn't feel well either. He used a point to break the opponent's big handprint neatly, but Sangjie was the number one master of the Shingon sect, one of the four sects of tantra.
"Young Master Song, be careful!" Wang Yuyan subconsciously exclaimed.
Duan Yu gave her a complicated look, and said sourly: "Miss Wang, let's take advantage of the chaos and leave, otherwise we won't be able to leave later no matter which side of them wins."
"But Mr. Song is kind to me, how can I leave him at a critical moment?" Wang Yuyan frowned and replied, watching the fierce battle of several people in the arena, and imitating several people fighting in her mind, watching Can you speak out to help Song Qingshu
"What kindness does he have for Miss Wang?" Duan Yu murmured, "Didn't you see that he and Wei Xiaobao Jiumozhi call each other brothers?"
"What Mr. Duan said is true." With a long roar, a handsome young man with a jade-like face came in.
Looking at the person coming, Duan Yu said shyly, "Mr. Murong is good."
"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan turned her head in surprise, seeing her cousin who was thinking day and night to rescue her, she couldn't help her nose sore, she almost cried out.
It turned out that Murong Fu knew that after Jiumozhi had captured Wang Yuyan, he hurriedly led his family to chase after her, and finally caught up today.
Wang Yuyan's affectionate shout of cousin really broke Duan Yu's heart, but he had no choice but to pick up the wine glass on the table and pour down a glass of strong wine.
"Cousin, Mr. Duan was captured by the monk Jiumozhi in order to save me, and now he has his acupuncture points all over his body." Wang Yuyan said softly after regaining consciousness.
"Thank you, Mr. Duan, for your rescue." Murong Fu smiled slightly, and with a gesture of his hands, he released Jiumozhi's restraint, his technique was extremely clever.
"Master Duan, why don't you capture that evil monk Jiumozhi together with me, and vent your anger on my cousin?" Murong Fu looked around the field, and immediately understood the situation.
"Dare not to follow orders!" Duan Yu was tortured by Jiumozhi along the way, and he had already suppressed his resentment. Just shot it.
Jiumozhi had always had the upper hand, he had been paying attention to the movement around him, and when he sensed Duan Yu's Six Meridian Excalibur, he quickly dodged to hide.
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However, in this way, the opportunity that had been established with great difficulty just now was lost, Yuan Chengzhi finally regained his breath, and an extremely fierce offensive immediately overwhelmed him, and the offensive and defensive situation of the two immediately reversed.
"Gusu Murong Fu, I'm here to help you." Murong Fu knew very well that fighting alone is definitely not Jiumozhi's opponent, so he would not let such a good opportunity go, so he immediately drew his sword and attacked.
Jiumozhi's single fight against Murong Fu is of course sure to win, but at this time two young masters are attacking, Yuan Chengzhi's swordsmanship is weird and weird, and Murongfu's swordsmanship is a combination of several masters, and it is also incomparably exquisite. Dangerous.
Shui Sheng glanced at the scene with a complicated expression, his eyes wandered, thinking of what Song Qingshu and that oiran did in the room just now, he felt extremely irritable.
Hearing Wang Yuyan's "cousin" again, he couldn't help but think of his childhood sweetheart, his cousin who was infatuated with him, stomped his feet hard, and Shui Sheng turned and ran out.
Let's talk about the other side of the hall, when Song Qingshu's right hand was numb, the ancestor of the blood knife attacked. Originally, Song Qingshu had a way to escape alone, but thinking of Wei Xiaobao, who had no resistance behind him, if he was arrested, it might be a disaster, and he had many plans on him, so he couldn't fail.
He had no choice but to grab Wei Xiaobao's shoulders and jump to the second floor with a ladder, intending to jump out of the encirclement of the three of them first and then attack them separately.
Unexpectedly, Hong Antong had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and rushed out like lightning, and pressed Song Qingshu's back heart with one palm. Chapter 67: The Ability to Tell the Dead to Live
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to rescue you."