Mingsu asked for a few thoughts, still wondering why he had such self-confidence, unless he was crazy. But suddenly the tip of his sensitive nose smelled a strange smell, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the smell. He also heard a change in his ears, turned his head and looked into the distance, and his heart was horrified!
In the distance of the bamboo forest, there are hundreds of men with swords moving forward like a long dragon. Look at the clothes, they are the clothes of the disciples of Lushan Sword Temple.
Mingsu asked that something was wrong, but immediately threw the dead branch straight and stabbed Ling Qingshu in the face. Her reaction was almost dead, but the skin on her body suddenly felt a little pain, and there were four sword qi pointing at her at the same time, and she hurriedly twisted her waist to avoid it. There were four big cracks in the place where he was just now.
Six figures descended from the sky and stood in a fan shape beside Ling Qingshu. Just judging from the movement of the rabbit and the falcon, these six people are all masters that can be compared with Ling Qingshu. Ming Su asked to identify them one by one, and felt even more shocked. The six swordsmen guarding Ling Qingshu are all Ling Qingshu's uncles, and they are masters of the same generation as Ling Hanzhong. If it really fights, it may not be able to get a good deal.
"It turns out that you have such a plan. It's very good. It's time for me to go."
Ming Suwen smiled slightly and was about to leave, but his feet were unsteady and he couldn't lift his handsome feet. Her movement was out of order, and even her arms drooped down, as if she couldn't exercise her strength. The black and white apricot eyes turned a few times around these people, remembering the inexplicable smell.
"...what did you do?"
"Why do you think my people have been reluctant to show up? It is precisely to disperse this 'Mateng Green Smoke' around you. I have been fighting with you for a long time, and you really don't know that your martial arts are outstanding and far superior. For me? Why do I still want you to play? It is to let you inhale the anesthetics secretly made by my Lushan Jianguan. You bastard is too ignorant, if you don't earn your whole body, how will this young master communicate with you? "
"You... have already ambushed someone? Impossible."
Ling Qingshu looked up to the sky and laughed: "The girl really doesn't know her worth. During the battle of Wudang, the girl's name moved the world. She is known as the most beautiful woman in the northern martial arts, and her splendid name is spread all over the world. The girl's achievements in Wudang that day, although she is not small, she has never fought unsure battles. How could I abandon my companions and really come to this bamboo forest with you.
I came to Yeluoshan today with the intention of attacking the mountain immediately after the negotiation failed. Since you knew that you were from Daluo Mountain, how could you not leave people to ambush? These people were kept by me when I attacked Yeluo Fort. The hiding place was in this bamboo forest. You even asked me to come in. You've thrown yourself into a trap. Who is to blame! "
No wonder these people had already prepared anesthesia, and they had planned to ambush.
The more than 100 disciples in the distance gradually approached, looking at Ming Suwen's weak and powerless appearance, her delicate and embossed graceful curves, the mountain peaks that still stretched out astonishing arcs under the large robes, and her bright and innocent face. face. I don't know who was the first to swallow, which made my mouth feel dry. It gave me a strange feeling of itching in my heart. There was a sticky, lustful wetness in the air.
At the same time, Ling Qingshu felt thirsty and licked his lips. He squatted down, and stroked Ming Suwen's beautiful, indescribable snow-white melon seeds with his big rough hands.
"Now, let's see if your magical castle master husband will come to rescue you."
Ling Qingshu enjoyed the delicate and smooth skin of the beauty, and there was a strange light in her eyes.
"He has to come soon, otherwise when I have played enough with you, there are still brothers waiting to enjoy. When they are tired of playing, the famous witch girl should go to the brothel to be happy. Among the three major factions of the martial arts righteous path The chivalrous girl who came out is listed to pick up customers, do you think I can make gold every day?"
Ming Suwen snorted coldly and spat: "... beast."
Ling Qingshu looked at Ming Suwen's cold and contemptuous eyes, his eyes became colder and colder, like a wounded beast.
"...I'll let you see, what is called a real beast."
I don't think it's changed today, I apologize
Volume 7 Fanwai Tanabata Special Collection was not the same year (11)
The sound of cracking silk quickly shattered the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the bamboo forest.
The six swordsmen around Ling Qingshu are all his uncles, all of whom are the elders of Lushan Jianguan. But no one spoke out to stop Ling Qingshu's atrocities. Ling Qingshu was so favored by Ling Hanzhong that he was lawless in the Sword Temple of Mount Lu, like a little emperor. What he has to do, he has never been able to do. It's just that they watched the atrocities, but they didn't have any sorrow for the tragedy, but more and more, the desire to be close to the beast was rising.
Mingsu asks the jade-like transparent beautiful face to reflect crystal clear in the sun, which is difficult to describe and difficult to draw. The slender figure of the slender figure on the ground is exposed, and it is extremely attractive. What was torn off was the skirt of her inner skirt. Naked. Exposing long, slender, straight, fair-skinned legs, and the beaded and soft, straight, transparent snow-white skin was steamed by the wonderful body temperature, exuding a seductive and maddening fragrance.
Ling Qingshu is accustomed to seeing beautiful women, and there are no less than a hundred women. In the Jiangnan area, he is even more famous in the Fengyue venue. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the top-ranking scholar of the red powder. But he couldn't explain why he would be so hungry after seeing Ming Suwen. Almost without hesitation, he wanted to untangle Ming Suwen's waistband, but without even undoing his outer robe, he ripped off his skirt. But soon, he stopped.
Having lived in the shadow of his father for a long time, the loss of being unable to become the spectator and the endless connivance of his father have given birth to a twisted and tyrannical character. Even in intercourse, he has the quirk of not being able to enjoy the pear blossoms with the rain, and pleading hard. He just wanted to see this woman panic and lose control, pleading in front of him, but what he got instead was a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, calm as eternal, watching him.
Ming Suwen's eyes, without a trace of fear or panic, were as cold as ice.
"...What kind of eyes do you have?"
Ling Qingshu roared unconsciously, as if he was the prey being targeted by the hunters.
"You are my prisoner, you are just a slave that I will give up after playing! Why do you... look at me with such eyes!!"
Ming Suwen didn't back down, a smile appeared on his cold face.
"… Is there anyone who is not afraid of you, making you so afraid?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
The hostile young man stood up abruptly and grabbed a green steel sword from his uncle's hand. Relentlessly placed in the throat of the jade man.
"Bitch, take back what you said! Otherwise I promise you will die very painfully!"
"You may not be a bad guy, and your aptitude is not bad, but you were born at the wrong time."
Ming Suwen faced each other head-on and talked eloquently, as if the delicate skin of her throat was not a sharp blade that could be broken by blowing hair.
"The unique inheritance system of Mount Lujianguan prevents one party from being the dominant power over Mount Lushan. However, in turn, the next generation of heirs will come from a family that did not originally hold power. This system does not guarantee the excellence of the successor. On the contrary, it also created a mediocre situation for the heirs.
You should know better than anyone what your father Ling Hanzhong did to the throne. There is such a father with great ambition and love for him, but he is destined to be unable to ascend to a high position in this life. That's why you develop a sadistic temperament. All the people who act with you must be wary of you, and you must be afraid to accept them by your side...
You are not greedy for life, but you cannot tolerate others' insults to you. It is even more unacceptable that others have no fear of you in their hearts. You are indeed not a bad person. You're just a child who died before growing up... "
The hilt of the sword in Ling Qingshu's hand was trembling. But not once did the popular hand holding the sword tremble.
"I killed you!"
"Do you still have a chance?"
A stocky, rich voice sounded from nowhere.
The gust of wind swept through, and the entire bamboo forest suddenly swayed at the same time, making a strange sound of rinsing.
Before Ling Qingshu could look for it, he saw a dark shadow in the distance getting closer, getting closer and closer, incredibly fast.
It was the figure of a man approaching rapidly.
The man had a tall physique, with knotted muscles on his body, full of seemingly endless explosive power. His Qinggong is inexplicable, almost subverting the concept of Qinggong. When I saw someone in the distance, I turned it over with the power of a bamboo branch. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the bamboo forest, and the wild geese soared and attacked.
Ling Qingshu made a decisive decision and shouted, "Uncle Zhou! Uncle Li!"
The uncle surnamed Zhou drew his sword and stabbed straight. His technique was extremely proficient and elegant like the wind. The shot was really not under the Ling Qingshu just now.
The man was like the wind, he drew a circle with his left hand and dragged him back, his right hand went from low to high, and passed through the armpit of Master Zhou's sword-carrying arm, and smashed the sternum of Master Zhou with one palm, hitting him like a rolling gourd. flew out. In addition, the uncle surnamed Li should not be underestimated. He is also a master of swordsmanship, and he uses the Jinfu Divine Sword to hit the enemy's body. At the same time, the palm of the man's left hand circled, and before the palm arrived, Li Shishu's sword-wielding hand, which was pressed by the wind first, was like lead, and he couldn't lift it up. Li Shishu maintained an awkward posture, and told him to just slap his palm on it, hitting Li Shishu and flying out, knocking and breaking the trees.
Ling Qing was waiting to call people again, but suddenly felt that his mouth and nose were not breathing well. It turned out that it was the man who had finished cleaning up his two uncles, and turned around to deal with him again. He moves smoothly, without delay, and he does not hesitate to attack, without considering the hostages in his hands.
The man's palms are one after the other, and the palms are sent one after another. In the middle, the palm catches up with the front palm like a meteor chasing the moon, and the two strengths overlap like waves.
Ling Qingshu was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak, and his heart was beating wildly, knowing that if he didn't fight back with his sword, he would immediately die under the palm of his hand. Unable to take care of Mingsu's question, he could only protect himself by returning to the sword. Hearing a bang, Ling Qingshu was knocked back by the man's incomparable strength, but fortunately, he was so strong that he still stood firm when he landed. But when he stood up straight, he suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He hurriedly waved his sword to protect his body, but the touch in his hand felt wrong. Upon closer inspection, the blue-steel sword in his hand obtained from his uncle had turned into a ball of iron, a mass of scrap iron.
This man injured three masters in a row in an instant, no one but that fellow has the ability.
The concubine was about to be beaten by Lao Tzu, but he actually arrived!
Ling Qingshu shouted angrily, "Ye Luobao's surname is Ming! You are finally here to die."
The man stood in front of Ming Suwen, but he was motionless, like a guard. Hearing this, he raised his head, revealing a dark face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.