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Among the people Zhao Minping saw in his life, only one of the supreme powerhouses of the Yuan Ting imperial family possessed such hegemony.

I still remember that time when Zhao Min met the strong man, only five years old.

However, more than ten years later, the terrible situation is still vivid, which shocked Zhao Min.

Zhao Min never expected that Song Qingshu was a young man in his early twenties.

Not only comprehend the sword intent that the peerless swordsman can comprehend, but also comprehend the invincible power that the peerless overlord can comprehend.

Could it be that he is more enchanting than Zhang Sanfeng and the supreme imperial power?

This man must never stay!

There was a murderous intent in Zhao Min's eyes. As Princess Dayuan, she was by no means an ordinary woman, she had great courage.

Facing the peerless Tianjiao among the Han people, if you are sure that you can't win over, then destroy it!

Not to mention that Zhao Min and everyone had their own ideas, at this time Song Qingshu had put everything down.

At this time, he entered a realm of wonder.

In his eyes, the whole world disappeared, leaving only a city gate in front of him, getting closer and closer.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pushed open the city gate, the yellow sand was lifted by the wind, and there was a cloud outside the gate.

Hundreds of Mongolian elite soldiers were neatly arranged in front of Song Qing's writings, with their swords drawn, and a faintly condensed general trend.

If it is an ordinary person who has never seen the world, in the face of this general trend, they will be frightened in an instant.

"Song Qingshu, let our princess be released quickly, otherwise the Yuan Ting will be furious, and you will definitely want your blood to flow down Wudang!"

The Mongolian officer rode on a high-headed horse, and threatened Song Qingshu with his whip.

Song Qingshu raised his head indifferently, looking up at the Mongolian officer, his otherwise plain gaze gradually sharpened.

A terrible domineering aura hits his face, and the Mongolian officer is sweating profusely, as if carrying a mountain on his back.

boom!

The Mongolian horse slumped directly to the ground, and was horrified by this dominance, and it splashed all over the officer.

"You...you...you...what do you want!"

The Mongolian officer pointed at Song Qingshu in horror, his head blank.

Cang!

Song Qingshu did not speak, but slowly pulled out the Zhenwu sword.

A drop of blood followed the smooth body of the Zhenwu sword, dripping to the ground.

In the next second, the Mongolian officer's eyes faded, and a bright blood flower slowly bloomed in his throat.

Beside, several Mongolian team captains shouted in horror: "You... you actually killed the adults!"

"Asshole, you are finished, the whole Wudang will be buried with you!"

"Wait for our army to flatten Wudang Mountain, and blood will flow into a river!"

...

"An ant-like guy, dare to threaten me."

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the elite Mongolian soldiers, a red light flashed in his eyes.

Although it took him only a month to travel to this world, those people on Wudang Mountain had already been recognized by Song Qingshu.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang Qixia were close relatives.

Threatening him with Wudang faction is undoubtedly touching his negative scales in this world.

He was angry.

"Today, my Song Qingshu is here to say, if Wudang is killed by one rudder, I will destroy your Mongolian battalion, if Wudang is killed by one person, I will kill you three thousand yuan!"

"Two disciples died in Wudang today, and the two elders Xuan Ming are almost dead!"

"With your words, barely enough!"

On the Zhenwu sword, a three-foot-long dark red sword beam shined through, glowing.

Song Qingshu stepped out, and the mighty black sun rose behind him.

Like a god, like a devil!

Chapter 20

"You are too arrogant!"

"Thinking that you are someone who dares to oppose the court!"

"I will chop you into meat sauce today!"

...

The few captains were provocative, but their bodies retreated unconsciously.

Under the pressure of Song Qingshu's invincible sword intent and hegemony, these team leaders felt that even breathing became difficult.

One of the team leaders yelled, drew his sword and slashed towards Song Qingshu.

However, before his knife could be dropped, a blood flower bloomed in his throat.

This sword is clean and neat, killing people in an instant!

After being contaminated with blood, the qi attached to the Zhenwu sword became deeper and more mysterious.

And the red light in Song Qingshu's eyes was faintly more prosperous.

"Asshole, give it to me and consume him to death~!"

"No matter how strong you are, can you still kill hundreds of us?"

"Even if Zhang Sanfeng comes, he has to run away, what can you do?"

...

The surviving squad leader was retreating, and they ran towards the crowd, commanding these elite cavalry to mount and besieged Song Qingshu.

Wow!

The combat effectiveness of a cavalry on horseback is completely different from that on the ground.

In just one breath, seven or eight spears shot from all directions and pierced Song Qingshu.

"Unbearable!"

Song Qingshu sneered. The three-foot Zhenwu sword plus the three-foot sword in his hand was six feet full, not much shorter than a spear.

Cang!

Seven or eight spears broke apart, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The sword light in Song Qingshu's hand was as colorful as rain, and the throats of five Mongolian soldiers were swept across the throats of the five Mongolian soldiers.

"Go to hell!"

Behind, there was a Mongolian soldier roaring, slashing the saber at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was flying wildly, turning around to practice sword gangs one by one, picking up sideways.

Suddenly, the tall horse and the Mongolian soldier were cut into two parts.

The internal organs of the horse corpse and the human corpse were mixed together and fell to the ground, extremely bloody.

This scene shocked many Mongolian soldiers.

In a short time, no cavalry dared to approach a step within ten meters of the circle centered on Song Qingshu.

"It's so overbearing to be less head-in-chief, is this to fight hundreds of Mongolian elites with one person?"

"Happy, I didn't expect Wudang faction to have such a hero."

"It is worthy of being the descendant of Zhenwu Jian, and has not fallen into the prestige of Zhang Zhenren."

...

Upstairs, everyone was watching the battle.

After listening to Wudang and Mingjiao disciples, Zhao Min felt quite uneasy.

She snorted coldly: "How strong is it? It seems majestic, but how many times can he send out such an attack?"

At this time, Zhao Min was anxious that Song Qingshu was exhausted in the chaotic sword and died directly in the chaotic battle.

Because she can foresee that if Song Qingshu does not die today, he will be Zhang Sanfeng in the future.

Innate masters, there is a chance to take the terrifying existence of the first rank in the army.

If Zhang Sanfeng is willing, even if he sneaks into the Dayuan Palace and assassinates the contemporary Emperor Yuan, he may not have a chance to succeed.

Of course, it is only possible to succeed, not necessarily.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng had concerns in his heart, in order to preserve the Wudang orthodoxy, it is impossible to do it himself.

However, Song Qingshu's handling style is completely different from that of Zhang Sanfeng, he is even more domineering.

If you kill me in Wudang, I will slaughter you three thousand yuan!

This is a demon who kills and kills. His talent is more terrifying than Zhang Sanfeng. If it really makes him grow up...

I am afraid that the entire Dayuan imperial family will be in a state of trepidation and restless sleep.

Listening to Zhao Min's words, Li Wuwang, Deng Wu'an and the three Mingjiao disciples were silent.

They naturally knew that Zhao Min was right. It was not difficult to survive the siege of Mongolian elite soldiers for a while, and the masters of the day after tomorrow could basically do it.

But as time goes by, the dual consumption of true energy and physical strength will get faster and faster.

In the end, if you don't pay attention, you will fall in the siege.

Therefore, Song Qingshu is now acting very prestigious, but it does not mean that he can keep going.

Obviously, those Mongolian elite soldiers also understand this truth.

"Don't be scared by him, he won't last long!"

"That is, kill him, cut off the head, and reward ten taels of gold!"

"Don't give him a chance to regain his anger, hack him to death!"

...

Ten meters away, the team leaders were clamoring.

However, even though they were clamoring, they didn't dare to take a half step closer, just cheering their hands.

After all, the corpse in that place, and Song Qingshu's indifferent expression when he murdered, really made people feel guilty.

Even the vicious Mongolian soldiers who were accustomed to killing people felt cold all over before Song Qing wrote.

This is a man more fierce than them, like a god like a devil.

"Why, don't you dare to come over?"

Song Qingshu's expression did not change at all. He carried his sword and walked towards the Mongolian soldiers step by step.

At this moment, he seemed to merge with the general trend of the world.

He took a step, and the Mongolian soldiers couldn't help but step back.

There were even many front-row horses with weak legs and collapsed on the ground.

"It turns out that the so-called Mongolian elite will only target the old and weak women and children, deceiving good and fearing evil.

Song Qingshu's tone was cold: "I'm here, why don't you wait?"

"Are you scared?"

With a loud shout, with endless hegemony and sword intent, some Mongolian cavalry fell to the ground without even holding the weapons in their hands.

Not to mention the collapsed horses, even the feces and urine are everywhere.

The elite cavalry regiment of hundreds of people turned into a mess in an instant, and even an effective battle formation could not be formed.