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The essence of Xuan Ming's palm is to attack the enemy with pure cold poison palm power, and every strike of Crane Bi Weng will carry a lot of true energy, which consumes far more than Song Qingshu's swordsmanship.

Coupled with Song Qingshu's Heaven-Swallowing Devil Skill, he swallows the spirit energy around the whale all the time, replenishing his own consumption, almost always full of blue.

One trades and the other grows, and from the beginning, Crane Bi Weng can still rely on his vigorous skill to gain the upper hand.

But when he consumed more than half of his skill, his strength obviously dropped a lot.

But what shocked him was that Song Qingshu's aura was still extremely uniform and stable, as if it had not been consumed at all.

Crane Bi Weng felt that the Three Views had collapsed, and the little kid in the realm of the acquired One Heaven Realm actually dragged him down, the top master of the Six Heavens?

This is a dead end!

"No, this kid is too evil, he must fight quickly!"

Sideways avoiding the Zhenwu sword stabbed by Song Qingshu, Crane Biweng withdrew, with a cold light in his eyes.

In the next second, Crane Biweng did not continue to dodge in the face of the Zhenwu sword that was pursuing victory.

He stabbed Song Qingshu's Zhenwu sword into his left shoulder, and at the same time clasped Song Qingshu's sword-holding wrist with his left hand.

In the next second, his right hand moved Xuan Ming's palm strength and slashed towards Song Qingshu's body.

Abandon the pawn to protect the handsome and lure the enemy into deep!

Crane Bi Weng is worthy of being a fierce old river and lake. He actually tried hard to carry Song Qingshu's sword, but also Song Qingshu's palm.

In his opinion, as long as Song Qingshu's cold poison enters his body, the battle will be over.

The kid who can take down this evildoer won't lose a sword.

It's a pity that Crane Bi Weng imagined too beautifully, but the truth is not what he thought.

Facing the palm of Xuan Ming who fought against Crane Bi Weng's back, Song Qingshu did not show a panic expression on his face.

On the contrary, Song Qingshu laughed.

That kind of laughter is a sneer, a mocking laugh!

Then, Hebi Weng saw Song Qingshu's left hand lift up, and Yun palm blocked his Xuan Ming god's palm.

"sucker Punch!"

Crane Biweng sneered, discussing palm strength, except for the eighteen palms of Jianglong a century ago, who are they afraid of?

Use palm to palm and find your own way of death!

boom!

The palms collided with the palms, and the cold aftermath of the palms instantly dissipated, covering the earth within a radius of several meters with a layer of hoarfrost.

"You...how did you get the palm of the god Xuan Ming!"

The shock on Crane's face is hard to conceal.

In Song Qingshu's palm, he unexpectedly sensed Xuan Ming's palm strength of the same origin.

No, not just from the same source.

Strictly speaking, Song Qingshu's Xuanming Divine Palm had even higher palm strength than Crane Biweng.

Suddenly, Crane Bi Weng became messy in the wind.

how can that be!

Song Qingshu sneered: "Go to the underworld and ask Lord Yan!"

At this moment, Crane Biweng lost his mind because of the extreme shock, and at the same time he was hit by the sword in his left arm, instantly falling into absolute passiveness.

Song Qingshu won the power and did not forgive, and the sword intent shot out, directly cutting off the left arm of Crane Biweng.

what!

With a scream, Crane Biweng's mind was completely lost in the pain, and his palm strength was also weakened by half.

In the next second, Song Qingshu split the Xuanming palm of Crane Biweng and clasped his five fingers firmly on Crane Biweng's dantian.

"go to hell!"

Qingshan hunted, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with domineering and demonic spirit.

The Heaven-Swallowing Magic Power was fully deployed, and Hebi Weng's power from the six layers of heaven after his body continued to flow into Song Qingshu's body.

Devour...refining...

Devour...refining...

Crane Biweng wanted to struggle, but his true energy seemed to be out of control, unable to mobilize at all.

"You...what evil do you do!"

He Biweng's eyes showed a deep horror, and it didn't take long to turn into fear: "No, don't kill me!"

In Song Qingshu's eyes, there was no unbearableness. The kindness to the enemy was cruel to himself.

After swallowing all the pure skills of Crane Biweng, Song Qingshu swung his Zhenwu sword horizontally and directly cut off his head, splashing blood three feet.

At this time, the three people eating melons on the side were all dumbfounded.

Crane Bi Weng, one of the top masters in the world, was killed like this?

It's so dreamy...

After a long time, Jiang Wuchen was the first to recover, tears filled his eyes.

"The third brother, the fifth brother, the young master avenged you!"

"Wait a little longer, before you die, you can see the old thing like Crane Bi Weng paying your life, I am satisfied, and I will come down to accompany you immediately."

Seeing Jiang Wuchen who was giving his last words, Song Qingshu rolled his eyes helplessly.

I have to say that all of these ancient people are geniuses.

Why is it addicted to acting as a hero?

"Come and sit down," Song Qingshu waved against Jiang Wuchen, "I can solve the poison of Xuanming's palm."

Jiang Wuchen laughed sorrowfully: "You are less in charge, don't comfort me. I know my body, the cold poison has entered the heart, even if the immortal Daluo comes, it can't save me."

"You can see the young master, you are showing great power, so..."

boom!

With a muffled sound, Jiang Wuchen fell to the ground with a big bag on the back of his head, and couldn't say anything else...

Song Qingshu clapped his hands and looked impatient: "It's more wordy than Tang Seng. There are so many people in the town waiting to be rescued, so how can you delay it?"

"Fairy Daluo can't save you. If Godduo Luo hears you say this, a thunder will strike you up."

Seeing his temper come up, even his own person still beats the young master.

The remaining two Wudang disciples felt a chill in the back of their heads, and stepped back unconsciously, raising questions in their hearts.

This young head, is it really a decent person...

Chapter 16: Zhao Min's Means

"Ahem, Young Master, can you really save the Fourth Junior Brother?"

Song Qingshu calmly said, "The problem is not big, it's nothing more than a chill."

After swallowing all the power of Crane Biweng with the Demon Skill of Swallowing Heaven, the true energy in Song Qingshu's body suddenly soared.

Even if Xuanming's true qi was transformed into the vitality of the swallowing devil power, the amount was compressed more than ten times, and it still allowed him to break through and reach the second heaven after tomorrow.

In addition, Song Qingshu has completely deciphered the Xuanmingshen's control method, and has a good knowledge of the movement route of this method.

Relying on "The Demon Skill of Swallowing Heaven" to relieve Jiang Wuchen's cold poison is nothing at all.

After a while, Song Qingshu succeeded.

The black air and cold air on Jiang Wuchen's face have completely disappeared. Although his face is a little pale because of his damaged vitality, the problem is no longer serious.

With this set of operations, Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an, the senior brother of Wudang Sub-rudder, were stunned.

By the way, our young master is too abnormal~!

That was the palm of the god Xuanming, and even the slanderous and evil art of Zhang Sanfeng's helpless ancestor was actually solved.

More importantly, the cold poison in Jiang Wuchen's body is not as shallow as Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an, but the poison gas has attacked his heart.

Generally speaking, even ordinary poison will become extremely troublesome after attacking the heart.

Once the cold poison in the palm of the god Xuan Ming attacked the heart, even if the Taoist was reborn, it would not be possible to cure it.

But before Song Qing wrote, he was treated like a play.

Is it true that Young Master He is really a god from the sky?

"What are you stunned?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an: "Bring the four brothers back to the room to rest. Let's save the townspeople."

After some simple repairs, Song Qingshu took Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an, and quietly touched them towards the town.

Danyang Town was in chaos at this time.

Even though Zhao Min has explicitly forbidden to disturb the people, there are still Mongolian soldiers who take advantage of the chaos to plunder the people’s property, punch and kick, commit adultery and looting.

After everything subsided, all the townspeople were gathered at the entrance of the town and squatted on the ground.

Zhao Min leaned on a chair with a white dress out of the dust, swaying the folding fan in his hand, like a pretty young man in a muddy world.

If it were not for a group of vicious Mongolian soldiers surrounded by her, there would surely be many Han women who would be fascinated by her, and it would be difficult to extricate herself from it.

"The princess, everyone has already brought it," the Mongolian military officer next to him reported.

"Okay," Zhao Min nodded slightly, closed the folding fan, and slowly exuded the majesty of the superior.

As a woman, who can manage such a large number of elite soldiers and martial arts masters for King Ruyang, Zhao Min naturally has her own skills.

Among other things, the detached temperament she was standing there alone was enough to make many people feel ashamed.

"Introduce myself, I'm the eldest son of the Royal Palace of Ruyang, I have always liked Han culture," Zhao Min said, looking at the group of townspeople, "so I gave myself a Han name, Zhao Min."

"I invite you all to come here today. I have no intention of embarrassing you. I just want to ask you to help me."

After that, Zhao Min asked people to take out a few pieces of white paper, and on each piece of white paper, a man was drawn.

Zhao Min said, "These three are demons against thieves. According to the secret report I received, they should have fled into this small town."

"The anti-thief is extremely vicious and bloody, so I hope everyone will not be deceived by them, and actively cooperate with the court to capture them, so as to avoid accidents."

Zhao Min's tone is very sincere, and with a kind of magical magnetism, it can make people convince her without knowing it.

Obviously, this is a technique of speaking, similar to the psychological suggestion and hypnosis of later generations.

If the Mongolian soldiers hadn't violated the right and wrong and harmed the townspeople, maybe Zhao Min could really gain the trust of these townspeople.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

The ferocious Mongolian soldiers had long allowed the townsfolk to arouse their hatred preconceivedly, and quarrel with their enemies.

Even if they knew the whereabouts of Mingjiao disciples, they would not tell Zhao Min.

After all, this is not after the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Today's Han people still have the national character and integrity in their hearts.

"Hmph, capture the anti-thief, why did you catch us all? Are we anti-thief?"

"Mongolian dog thief who has suffered a thousand swords, all my savings have been robbed by you, you must die!"

"Want to catch the sectarians? Dream! Don't say we don't know their whereabouts, even if we do, we will never tell you!"

"You Mongols will not be proud for too long. The number of our Han is dozens or hundreds of times yours. One day, you will be driven back to the grassland!"

...

Zhao Min looked ugly after listening to the townspeople.

Not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

She had just taken over these Mongolian soldiers from her father, and had not retrained yet, so she was full of rage.

Obviously, they caused public outrage, and it was almost impossible to gain the trust of these townspeople.