While talking, Liu Mang had already adjusted his state and charged towards Song Qing again.
Song Qing now only feels that he is a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his sufferings. He is clearly about to reach the limit, but he is still provoking Liu Mang here. It seems that he will not get any good fruit tonight.
Liu Mang's attack arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. Liu Mang's true energy was so fierce that the wind he brought up was like sharp knives, which hurt his face. The green light sword in Liu Mang's hand instantly turned into thousands of lights and shadows, wrapping Song Qing in it. Song Qing couldn't help but gasped in danger. The young man in front of him actually had such terrifying strength. It seemed that Song Ya It was his mercy to keep Song Bo alive.
But now is obviously not the time to think about this. Song Qing mustered up his energy and danced the long sword. Qi continued to pour out from the edge of the sword, forming an airtight cover around him, surrounding him. Protected myself.
However, the Qingmang Sword's sword energy was so powerful that every time it hit the cover, Song Qing felt as if a small mountain was thrown over him. After a while, all the muscles and veins in his body were numb from the shock, but he couldn't stop. Once he stopped, he would be cut into pieces in an instant, so he gritted his teeth and stood firm, blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Liu Mang's attack didn't last very long, but in Song Qing's opinion, that period of time was the longest he had ever experienced in his life. After Liu Mang retreated, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away. I could only hold on, my breathing was extremely heavy, and my legs were even shaking a little.
Liu Mang's eyes were so vicious. Although Song Qing was holding on, he had already seen that Song Qing was at the end of his strength. As long as he attacked a little, he could completely defeat him.
Liu Mang was not in a hurry. He stood there and looked at Song Qing teasingly: "How about it? Can we still fight?"
Song Qing's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you can fight, come again."
Liu Mang smiled and said: "Forget it, I see you can't stand anymore. Why don't you stop here today? I'm tired too. Let's go back and have a rest. We can fight another day."
Although Song Qing attaches great importance to his own face, he does not say that he is a fool. He is definitely not Liu Mang's opponent. Since the other party is willing to give him this step, he must also learn to get off the slope.
He smoothed out his breath to make himself sound relatively normal and said: "That's fine. Today you and I don't have a winner. We must compete someday."
Liu Mang nodded with a smile and said, "Definitely."
Song Qing left without looking back. Liu Mang looked at his leaving back with some emotion in his heart. This young man was different from those old men. When they were fighting, Liu Mang's heart was still full of happiness. This is also The biggest reason why he didn't kill him.
Although it was necessary to remove the roots, he felt that this young man might be able to bring him unexpected pleasure.
After Song Qing returned to the mansion, he ordered his subordinates to secure the door. No one could enter without his permission, and then quickly locked himself up.
This time he was truly relieved. It didn't matter that he was relieved. He just felt like his stomach was churning, his throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out with a loud sound.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, his breath became really smooth.
He forced himself to move to the edge of the bed and sat down. The events of tonight were still vivid in his mind. Now he was not distracted, sitting cross-legged and regulating his inner energy.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally stabilized the surging Qi, and now he had time to think about what happened tonight.
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Although he said that there was no winner tonight, he knew very well in his heart that he had lost tonight, and it was a miserable defeat. However, this time he did not feel ashamed, but felt extremely happy in his heart. , the impact this young man brought to him was really too great.
Because of his identity, he can be said to be a being who can turn his hands into clouds and rain in Yunmeng City, and he has received the best teachings since he was a child, so it can be said that he has never experienced any setbacks in his life. of.
Tonight is the first time he has suffered a defeat. Now he truly understands the saying that there is someone outside the world. Maybe this experience can promote his greater growth.
Song Ya saw the lights on in her eldest brother's room and knew that he was back. She also knew what the outcome of tonight would be, so she came to Song Qing's door.
But the guards stopped her.
"Second young lady, the eldest young master has given instructions that no one can disturb him tonight.
Song Ya wondered if her eldest brother had also lost, so she said: "Did my eldest brother say anything else
"No." The guard shook his head and said, "It's just
"Just what?" Song Ya's eyes lit up.
"The young master looks very tired." After the guard finished speaking, he realized that he had said too much, so he closed his mouth and refused to say anything more.
Song Ya didn't feel dissatisfied, after all, they were all the confidants of her eldest brother, so she nodded and left. The next day.
Song Heshan, the head of the Song family, is back.
Song Qing went to his study immediately.
Song Heshan is sitting behind the desk drawing a calligraphy and painting.
Song Qing stood in front of the table, humbly lowering his head and waiting quietly.
After a long while, Song Heshan put down the brush in his hand and said, "I heard that what happened at home during the time I left?"
Song Qing nodded and said: "The day before yesterday, Bo'er had a conflict with a boy on the street, and both he and Ya'er were injured."
Song Heshan looked at his painting carefully and said, "Didn't you do something?"
Song Qing buried his head even lower: "Last night, Ba'er investigated his whereabouts and wanted to capture him, but Ba'er also failed."
"Oh?" Song Heshan was a little surprised by this news, "It's rare for a boy from nowhere to defeat you.
Song Qing told everything about last night. Song Heshan said thoughtfully after listening: "Don't say that in Yunmeng City, even the entire Dongjing Immortal Domain has never heard of it. If there is such a number one figure, could it come from somewhere else
Song Qing shook his head with some shame and said: "My child has done something bad. We haven't found out the reason yet. I hope my father will punish me.
Song Heshan waved his hand and said: "Forget it, since you are no match for him, naturally our eyes and ears can't find out what he wrote, so let me go and meet him for a while."
After saying that, he pointed to the painting on the table and said to Song Qing: "Come and see how good my father's painting is."