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Song Qingshu's plain remarks made the deer stick polite and blood flowed with anger, and his face flushed: "Smelly boy, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Min was calm. Even if he was tapped on the acupoint, he still didn't panic: "Master Lu, step back."

Obviously, Zhao Min has a good command.

Even though the Luzhangke was so angry, he still resisted his anger at this time and did not attack.

Zhao Min looked at Song Qingshu and said with a smile: "Song Shaoxia, the court has always been tolerant to Wudang, but now you are mixed with Mingjiao anti-thief, which makes it very difficult for Minmin to do it!"

"It doesn't matter if Minmin has an accident. If it causes a misunderstanding between the imperial court and Wudang, that would be bad."

Zhao Min's words suddenly changed the expressions of the three Mingjiao disciples.

The Wudang faction has always defended itself from the battle between the Mingjiao Volunteer Army and Yuan Ting.

They were really afraid that Song Qingshu would let Zhao Min go for the Wudang faction and stay out of the matter!

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Min smiled and said: "How dare Minmin, I just want to ask Song Shaoxia to help Wudang faction more, and Zhang Zhenren to think about it."

Song Qingshu also laughed: "The princess is very eloquent, but it's a pity that although I never take the initiative to pick things out in Wudang, I am never afraid of things."

"Today, the princess's servants slapped me in Wudang sub-rudder for no reason, and killed my two disciples. I should give an explanation!"

What a clever person Zhao Min is, and his face instantly sinks: "Master Lu, Master Fang Caihe is leaving, are you going to trouble the Wudang Sect?"

If it weren't for the extraordinary strength of the two elders Xuan Ming, and his own trump card combat effectiveness, Zhao Min would have had his heart to kill at this time.

I told them don't worry, there will be opportunities to trouble Wudang in the future.

Not listening!

This time it's all right, and it's a disaster from the sky to provoke Song Qingshu, the plague god.

An ominous premonition rose in Lu Zhangke's heart, and his face changed slightly: "Song Qingshu, have you seen my junior?"

Song Qingshu sneered: "The old thing deceived me to retreat and broke into my Wudang sub-rudder to kill. I have already been killed."

The two elders Xuan Ming have been learning arts together since they were young, and they have a deeper relationship than their brothers.

At this time, hearing the news of Hebiweng's death, Luzhangke's eyes immediately turned red, and his murderous intent was as turbulent as a surging river.

"You're talking nonsense, how can you kill my junior brother just by relying on you, the second day after tomorrow's kid?"

Cang!

A crisp sound of a sword sounded, and the Zhenwu sword was unsheathed behind Song Qingshu.

The terrifying sword intent, overwhelming the sky, flooded the whole world in an instant, forcing everyone to retreat involuntarily.

"Can you kill it, don't you know if you come and try?"

After a word, Song Qingshu suddenly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the deer stick guest.

The primitive sword is unstoppable.

Endless sword light spreads across every key point of the deer stick guest.

The battle was about to break out, so fast that Zhao Min didn't even react.

"Actually comprehend the sword intent," Lu Zhangke's eyes became more murderous, "You can't keep it!"

The majestic Xuan Ming true energy surged from the palm of the deer stick guest, and the temperature around him dropped a lot at this moment.

Lu Zhangke urged the power of Xuan Ming's palm to twelve percent, and moved toward Song Qingshu's suppression.

However, what shocked him was that even so, he still didn't take the slightest advantage.

The swordsman in the blue shirt on the opposite side seemed to have an incomparable understanding of every move in the palm of the god Xuan Ming, and knew everything about the movement of true energy.

Lu Zhangke felt his every move was full of flaws before Song Qing wrote.

Every attack from the opponent directly pointed at his most difficult weakness to defend, making him quite aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"Song Shaoxia actually blocked the Lu Zhangke!"

"Oh my God, he is only twenty years old! Not only did he break through to the acquired realm, he also successfully suppressed the Luzhanger."

"Wudang is out of the dragon, and in a few years, it will be an invincible existence in the world!"

...

The three Mingjiao soldiers on the side watched Song Qingshu's battle with Lu Zhangke, dumbfounded and filled with emotion.

Even Zhao Min's eyes were no longer as calm as before, and other emotions appeared.

It was a deep fear, and at the same time a bit of curiosity.

After all, Zhao Min himself was a half martial idiot, and he invited many famous teachers to teach him in the Ruyang Palace.

Her cultivation level, even in the first-rate hands, is extremely advanced, and Xiang is proud.

Now that I see a man of the same age who is ten times stronger than myself, it is false to say that he is not curious.

"Damn it, how could this kid be so difficult!"

Once again forced to retreat in embarrassment by the Zhenwu sword, the anger in the Luzhang's heart has been completely extinguished by fear.

He knew that Song Qingshu hadn't lied mostly, and Crane Biweng might have been cut.

Even if it's not possible, even he might be here today.

"When fighting with me, dare to distract yourself?"

Song Qingshu sneered, the already fierce sword power became even more terrifying, and the right arm of the Luzhangke was cut off with a sword.

what!

Amid the screams, Song Qingshu slapped a palm on the dantian of the Luzhangke, launching the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Power with all his strength.

Suddenly, the majestic Xuanming True Qi surged into Song Qingshu's body like a surging river.

"You...you devil!"

The frightened look in Lu Zhangke's eyes became more and more intense, but before he could say anything, his pupils were occupied by a rapidly expanding sword spirit.

The head of the man rose into the sky, and the blood splattered seven feet of blue brick.

Cang~!

The Zhenwu sword returned to its sheath, Song Qingshu turned around indifferently.

The cold edge in his eyes made Zhao Min feel for the first time in his heart that there are some people in this world that she can't see through.

"Ahem, Song Shaoxia," Zhao Min squeezed an unnatural smile on his face, "Look, it was the second old Xuan Ming who broke into Wudang Sub-rudder and killed Wudang disciples."

"Now that they are dead, the misunderstanding between us should be solved!"

The living Xuan Ming elders are valuable.

The dead two elders Xuan Ming were just two corpses.

Zhao Min is very clever, and will not provoke an enemy like Song Qingshu for two worthless dead people.

It's a pity that Zhao Min hopes to keep things quiet, but Song Qingshu is not so easy to pass.

He looked at Zhao Min and said, "The princess laughed, and the lives of my two disciples from Wudang are more valuable than these two old dogs."

With a word, Zhao Min's heart shook.

Immediately, his face sank.

Chapter 19 If you kill Wudang, you will kill three thousand soldiers

The lives of the two Wudang disciples are more valuable than the two elders Xuan Ming?

What are you kidding about, you must know that the second elder Xuan Ming is in the sixth or seventh layer of the acquired realm.

Moreover, they are proficient in the art of combined attack, and when the two of them work together, even if they face the eighth layer of the acquired existence, they can also defeat it.

Their value is more than three thousand elite soldiers, how can they be compared by two Wudang sub-rud disciples?

"Song Shaoxia, don't go too far," Zhao Min's face was sullen, "Although you are strong, no matter how strong a warrior is, you can't be an enemy of thousands of troops."

"It really provokes the anger of the imperial court, and the army is overwhelmed. I'm afraid Song Shaoxia and Zhang Zhenren will only be exhausted and die from exhaustion, no matter how good their martial arts are."

Speaking of this, Zhao Min has completely torn his face.

In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are imaginary, and can only be suppressed with more powerful power.

The elite iron cavalry of the Mongols is enough to beat any school in the Central Plains.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, in front of thousands of troops, it is impossible to have any chance to contend, and can only escape in embarrassment.

If you forcibly resist, you will only die if your ability is exhausted.

It is precisely because of this that although there are many heroes in the Central Plains martial arts, they rarely confront the court.

"The Mongolian cavalry is so prestigious, it is really not difficult to step on the Wudang Mountain."

Song Qingshu looked directly at Zhao Min and said indifferently: "But after the Wudang Mountain is flattened, your Dayuan imperial family must always be ready to be found by me."

Zhao Min sneered: "You are too confident, even Zhang Sanfeng, don't dare to be so arrogant."

Song Qingshu didn't speak any more, he held the Zhenwu sword in his hand and walked straight towards the city gate.

Outside the city gate are hundreds of elite Mongolian horses.

Looking at Song Qingshu's appearance, it was obvious that he was not going out of the city to give warmth.

"Little boss!"

"Song Shaoxia, don't be impulsive!"

"Now that Zhao Min is in our hands, we can force the Mongols to retreat. You don't need to take risks."

...

Seeing Song Qingshu walking towards the outside of the city alone, everyone panicked.

The quagmire and the combatant are two completely different concepts.

With the same cultivation level, ten quack rangers can easily kill ten elite soldiers on the battlefield.

But if the number of elite soldiers reaches more than one hundred, there will be a qualitative change, just like a sharp sword that can easily shred a hundred rangers of the same realm.

Even if it is an innate master like Zhang Sanfeng, at best he can only guarantee a break through and escape from the army.

If you really want to desperately fight forever, if you kill dozens of hundreds of people, it will consume a lot of true energy and physical strength, and be forced to death by the sea of ​​tactics.

As for Wan Jun to take the head of the general from it, it's light.

If you really want to be surrounded by thousands of troops, there are enemies on all sides, you can hardly tell the south, east, and north, let alone find the leader.

At this time, there were only two or three hundred Mongolian elites outside Danyang Town, but they had already begun to take shape.

If you are really surrounded by them and become a dead end, even the powerhouse of the nine layers of the day after tomorrow will not be able to retreat.

Now, although Song Qingshu has killed the deer stick guest.

But no matter how strong his strength is, can he still be comparable to the Jiuzhongtian Extreme Master?

It would be too much to fight against hundreds of elite soldiers alone!

...

However, even though everyone was persuading, Song Qingshu's footsteps still did not stop for a moment.

He walked very smoothly, neither fast nor slow.

Every step is taken, the stride is exactly the same size, as if measured with the most accurate ruler.

Every time he takes a step, his momentum will accumulate a point.

The Zhenwu sword in his hand clanged loudly, as if it would fly out of the scabbard at any time, killing the enemy and drinking blood.

"this is……"

Zhao Min stared at Song Qingshu blankly, muttering to himself: "Invincible power?"

The so-called power of invincibility refers to the power of an invincible overlord who firmly believes that he is unparalleled and invincible, even if the army is in the present.

This situation is simple to say, but in tens of millions of people, there may not be one person who can grasp it, and it is not inferior to Jianyi.