With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, and the smell of a girl's fragrance that resembles Lan Fei Lan and looks like a musk deer, Song Qingshu suddenly lifted his spirits, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Miss Ren, borrow your sword to use." ”

Although he has his own wooden sword, the goal is too obvious, and now who in the world doesn't know that his weapon is a wooden sword? Once he takes it out, his deliberately hidden identity will be exposed immediately, what if Ren Yingying knows that he is Song Qingshu and refuses to let him treat her?

According to the bits and pieces of the two getting along before, the probability of this situation is 100%.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, Song Qingshu is full of affection for the character of Ren Yingying, but he is not willing to die.

"You...... You take it yourself. Ren Yingying hooked his neck with both hands at this time, but the short sword was in his arms, and now he dodged and moved hard, she was worried that as soon as she let go, the whole person would fall, and the other party would definitely save herself, in case the enemy took the opportunity to attack, it would be over.

"Hurry up with power!" Ren Yingying gritted her teeth and said to herself silently.

Song Qingshu was also stunned, he didn't expect that Miss Ren, who had always been shy and tender-faced, would be so decisive. Of course he won't be embarrassed, anyway, it's his fiancée, so it's not a courtesy.

"What a pair of adulterers! I don't know how Ling Hu Chong felt about the scene. Since the other party held Ren Yingying in his arms and could move and dodge, the shape of the battlefield changed sharply, and his previous strategy of encircling Wei to save Zhao suddenly became invalid, so he had to use words to squeeze it, hoping that Ren Yingying would refuse to be held by that person again in shame.

"Looking for death!" Song Qingshu's face was cold, and he stretched out his hand to probe into Ren Yingying's arms, and then the cold light flashed, Zuo Lengchan shouted, and hurriedly retreated, when he stood firm, everyone's left hand was dripping with blood, and the little finger and ring finger were gone.

Zuo Lengchan was brave, and after stopping the bleeding at the acupoint, he waved his long sword and rushed over, shouting at the group of black-clothed people under him while rushing: "Are they all dead people, kill me!"

The reason why that group of people hesitated before was because with Zuo Lengchan's reputation in the martial arts, not only took advantage of the danger of others, but also joined forces with another top master, in front of the Shaolin Fang Zheng master, if they hugged again, even if they won the Songshan faction, they would be disgraced.

Now seeing that Zuo Lengchan was not lightly injured, everyone woke up to the fact that this was a life-and-death struggle, how could there be any kung fu to talk about face, and suddenly rushed over with a scream.

Song Qingshu forced You Tanzhi back with a sword, and the people who rushed in the distance lowered their heads and asked softly, "Miss Ren, are you afraid?" ”

Ren Yingying smiled slightly: "There are seniors here, how can I be afraid?"

"Hahaha," Song Qingshu burst into a long laugh, and suddenly reborn with pride, looking at the people who rushed up, and shouted loudly, "Even if you go together, why am I afraid!"

His voice was full of internal strength, and the people in black only felt that their ears were buzzing, and they were afraid of his might, and they didn't dare to continue to step forward for a while.

Song Qingshu did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but raised the short sword in his hand in front of him to observe it carefully, only to see that the blade was short and thin, and it seemed to be transparent in the sun, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Miss Ren, this sword has a name." ”

Ren Yingying shook her head slightly: "This is what I found in the Black Wood Cliff Weapon Warehouse when I was a child, and I specially asked my father, even he didn't know his name." ”

"This sword is almost transparent, as if it is invisible, which is in line with the meaning of the shadow and invisibility of the famous sword in the Spring and Autumn Period, so it is good to call him Chengying. As soon as Song Qingshu's words fell, there was a sound of a dragon groaning on the sword, as if there was a spirit in the sword, and he liked this name very much.

"Chengying?" Ren Yingying read silently, and the legend of the Chengying Sword in the ancient book couldn't help but come to mind: At dawn one day in the Spring and Autumn Period, in a pine forest on the outskirts of Weiguo, a pair of hands slowly raised in the moment when the sky was black and white. In the middle of both hands is a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword is not visible, but on the north wall there is a faint shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword only exists for a moment, and then disappears with the onset of day, until dusk, the sky is getting darker, and in the moment of day and night, the shadow of the sword reappears......

"Okay, it's called Chengying!" Ren Yingying's eyes lit up, and she felt that this sword had a lot in common with the ancient famous sword.

"Death is on the verge of death, and there is this leisure!" Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly, dissatisfied with the retreat of his subordinates, and took the lead in attacking.

Seeing that Zuo Lengchan was in the lead, the group of black-clothed people glanced at each other, and they also attacked with weapons.

As a result, the pressure on Song Qingshu suddenly increased sharply, no matter how high his martial arts were, he only had one hand, and these people in black were not mediocre hands.

Of course, if Song Qingshu encounters these people on weekdays, it is a big deal to have a sword, but now he has to infuse true qi into Ren Yingying's body all the time, and his own strength is almost half discounted, not to mention that he has to protect Ren Yingying at all times, often when he wants to stab someone to death with a sword, he has to withdraw halfway to stop the attack that stabbed Ren Yingying.

Ah Zi, who was not far away, saw that although Song Qingshu was a little wolf, he was still standing in the center, and couldn't help but be secretly annoyed: Phew, what is the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, it sounds quite majestic, but it turns out to be so useless, so many people can't win by attacking one person, and they still have a woman in their arms!

At the same time, she was secretly terrified in her heart: this person's martial arts are so high, if he gets out of trouble today, he will find Ah Zi's life in the future.......

Ah Zi has the heart to help, but it's a pity that she has self-knowledge, with her martial arts, even Zuo Lengchan's black-clothed men are far from being able to compare, and she is not only adding chaos but also looking for death.

Suddenly, there was an anxious dark cloud bead in the distance, Ah Zi's eyes turned around, and he suddenly took it to heart, jumped slightly, and flew to the side of the dark cloud bead, grabbed her throat at once, and said to Song Qingshu with a smile: "Hey, what kind of master is that, if you don't tie your hands and catch it, this little girl will die?"

Song Qingshu turned back to Yunzhu's condition and couldn't help but snort coldly.

Ah Zi wanted to say something, but the cold snort sounded in her ears like thunder, and the whole person suddenly lost her mind for a moment, and just came back to her senses, but she was shocked to find that the tip of a sword appeared in her throat.

"Let go of her. Song Qingshu hugged Ren Yingying in his arms and said in a deep voice.

"Don't let it go!" Although the cold air on the tip of the sword had aroused goosebumps on his neck, Ah Zi still stubbornly raised his head, and his hand was still clasped on the throat of the dark cloud bead.

"Big brother, leave me alone!" Wuyunzhu said hurriedly.

"Hehe, little beauty, if he really doesn't care about you, the sword just now will be stabbed directly, isn't he worried that I will hurt you before I die?" Ah Zi naughtily blew in the ears of the dark cloud beads, with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at it in surprise, she didn't expect that she was so calm in this situation at a young age, if the sword just now was replaced by someone else, even if she was the most courageous warrior in the army, she would subconsciously retreat to protect herself, but as a result, she actually made a decision in such a short time, not only did she not retreat, but the hand holding the throat of the dark cloud bead was a little harder.

"Let go of Ah Zi girl!" Seeing that the little fairy in his heart was pointed at his throat with a sword, You Tanzhi's whole person went crazy, and he rushed towards Song Qingshu in a rage.