Ren Yingying also had a complicated expression, seeing that this frivolous and indifferent thief was about to be stabbed to death by a random gun, she thought that she would be happy, but the imaginary joy did not appear as scheduled, instead it was a burst of loss.

She didn't understand why she reacted this way, and she could only blame it on not wanting this hateful creature to die at the hands of someone else.

Song Qingshu was also in a dilemma, he didn't expect Yang Miaozhen's pear flower spear to be so unpredictable. You must know that at the beginning of the Shengjing City Prince Bao's Mansion, he could calmly shoot down the rain of arrows in the sky, but in the face of Yang Miaozhen's brilliant guns, he was not sure at all.

Although the rain of arrows is dense, the strength attached to each arrow is predictable, and the strength of the attachment between the arrows is almost the same.

Although Yang Miaozhen's one hundred and eight shots were gorgeous, Song Qingshu could see the trajectory of each shot clearly, and it was not difficult to stop it. The real difficulty lies in the fact that Yang Miaozhen's pear flower gun is a living creature, and the strength of each shot is virtual and real, and the throughput is uncertain, and you can switch between virtual and real at will.

If Song Qingshu still used the method of shooting down the rain of arrows, how to distribute the power of each sword is the biggest problem.

If the distribution of force is insufficient, when encountering a shot shot by Yang Miaozhen with all his strength, it will only collapse with a touch and be driven straight by the opponent; if the force is distributed too much, when encountering a shot by Yang Miaozhen using virtual force, it will produce an uncomfortable feeling of using the strength of the whole body and hitting the air with a punch, and it will not affect the rhythm of the sword after the internal injury. His swordsmanship is already focused on being done in one go, if a sword is messed up, he will definitely not be able to stop Yang Miaozhen's remaining guns.

Originally, with Song Qingshu's current swordsmanship attainments, he still drew a gourd, and it was not impossible to use the swordsmanship of virtual and real, rigid and soft to face her unpredictable one hundred and eight shots. , he has lost the opportunity, even if he takes her one hundred and eight shots, he will be greeted by another one hundred and eight shots, and he can only passively deal with the continuous attacks of the other party, Yang Miaozhen will always be invincible.

Song Qingshu secretly regretted that he was too big and let the other party strike first. But quickly let go of these negative feelings and start thinking about what to do next.

In fact, when he used the ten thousand swords he had comprehended before, this moment was only one hundred and eight shots, and the sword qi hidden in the ten thousand swords returned to the sect was more than ten million. However, as soon as this move came out, there were only two results, the pear flower spear defeated the sword qi, and Yang Miaozhen was seriously injured by his own death; One move is life and death!

Thinking that Yang Miaozhen intended to let go before, how could Song Qingshu be willing to hurt her life, so he quickly made a decision, protected his true qi in his chest, and took Yang Miaozhen's first shot with his body.

Although Song Qingshu's internal strength is incomparably strong now, it is not King Kong's incorruptible body after all, Yang Miaozhen stabbed into his body with a shot like a bamboo, and blood splashed in an instant.

"Brother Song!" Zhao Min shouted loudly, most of the time she called Brother Song Qingshu before was because outsiders were present, so as to hide her identity, but this time Brother Song shouted sincerely, she really cared about whether Song Qingshu was alive or dead next.

"Good people don't live long, scourges last for thousands of years, and that bastard won't die so easily. Seeing Zhao Min's appearance, Ren Yingying frowned, thinking that bastard actually had a woman who liked him, I don't know if she would care so much about him when she knew Song Qingshu's true face.

"Hmph, we have to find a way to debunk his true colors. Ren Yingying thought bitterly, obviously unable to think of any good way. It turned out that it was absolutely impossible to let Miss Ren, who had an excellent face, tell what happened in the bathtub that day.

Yang Miaozhen found that Song Qingshu did not make a move to resist, and was also frightened, and was hesitating whether to continue to make a move, but found that Song Qingshu had already used the strength of his gun to quickly retreat.

"It's so light!" Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart when she saw Song Qingshu's figure like green smoke.

Yang Miaozhen naturally knew that Song Qingshu's injury was not as serious as it seemed, and his shot was dissolved layer by layer by his body-protecting true qi, but it only pierced the flesh and skin, and did not hurt the meridians.

Knowing that Song Qingshu was getting out of her attack range by being injured, Yang Miaozhen dared to slack off, and a pear flower gun was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chasing after Song Qingshu's figure.

Treading the sand without a trace is the world's top light skill, with the growth of skill, Song Qingshu is even more practiced to the peak, in terms of light skill alone, Song Qingshu even if it is not the first in the world, it is at least the top three of the zài.

Song Qingshu fought hard to get the opportunity back from his injury, how could it be so light and wasteful. Yang Miaozhen obviously saw that Song Qingshu only started a moment before her, and when she chased after her with a gun, Song Qingshu had already arrived in front of a big tree a few zhang away, and with a kick under her feet, the whole person counterattacked back like a cannonball.

"Good come!" Although Yang Miaozhen was very shocked, there was no panic in his hands, and a silver-white light erupted from the head of the pear blossom spear, and the whole person greeted him.

Song Qingshu was obviously a wooden sword, but when the guns and swords intersected, there was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other. The sword qi and spear strength spread out in all directions, and the onlookers were shocked to find that there were actually blood marks on their skin, and they hurriedly retreated a few feet away.

"Thank you Miss Ren for saving me. Zhao Min was seriously injured, and she saw that she was powerless to dodge, but she didn't know that Ren Yingying suddenly came to her side, hugged her slender waist and flew a few feet away.

"You said that if I didn't save you, and there were a few hideous scars left on your snow-white and flawless face, would your big brother Song still like you?" Ren Yingying looked back at her and asked.

Seeing that Ren Yingying obviously helped herself, but she wanted to pretend to be like this, Zhao Min was secretly funny in her heart, she was so arrogant.

"I'll say if Brother Song likes it or not, but I know that Brother Song won't like you anymore. Zhao Min pursed his lips and smiled.

"Why do I want him to like me?" Ren Yingying was stunned.

"This must be clear to Miss Ren herself," Zhao Min put his hands behind his back, watching the competition in the field, as if he said casually, "A woman is jealous and commits seven crimes, if Miss Ren lets another sister suffer and chooses to stand by, how can such a woman, Brother Song, dare to marry home?"

Zhao Min didn't know what grievances there were between Ren Yingying and Song Qingshu, so he had the heart to test it. She was born in Mongolia, and she doesn't have as many scruples as Han women, and she doesn't care about making jokes about her name.

Listening to Zhao Min's meaning, he actually thought that he was also Song Qingshu's lover, and he was also commensurate with his sister, Ren Yingying's pretty face couldn't help but turn red, and she said a little angrily: "That bastard, how can I like him!"

Seeing that Ren Yingying's appearance didn't look like a lie, Zhao Min couldn't help but wonder: "Then why do you hate her so much?" In Zhao Min's opinion, a woman will hate a man, most of them are born of love and hate, or love and hate, no matter what, there is no escape from emotional entanglement.

"I ......" Ren Yingying just opened her mouth, but suddenly came to her senses, how embarrassed she was to say this kind of thing.

Seeing that Ren Yingying wanted to speak and stopped, Zhao Min smiled slyly: "Since you don't say it, then I'll guess it." Hmm~ Brother Song should have done something very sorry for you, right?"

Ren Yingying hesitated, but nodded slightly.

Thinking of the four words "light and humiliating" that Ren Yingying said before, Zhao Min was suddenly stunned, and asked in a low voice: "You...... You won't be defiled by him, will you?"

In the bathtub, she was played with naked by Song Qingshu, naturally she was defiled by him, Ren Yingying nodded subconsciously, noticing Zhao Min's surprised and strange look, she realized that there was another layer of stricter meaning for defilement, and hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think." ”

Zhao Min was preconceived, thinking that Ren Yingying was just annoyed that she had unintentionally revealed the truth, and hurriedly spoke to comfort her.

Ren Yingying couldn't cry or laugh, seeing that no matter how she explained, Zhao Min still looked at herself with sympathy, and couldn't help glaring at Song Qingshu in the audience with hatred: "It's all this bastard." ”

Zhao Min nodded approvingly and sneered: "It's indeed a bastard." ”

At this time, the battle situation in the field has changed, Yang Miaozhen was caught off guard at first, and I don't know why halfway, I found a flaw in Song Qingshu, and slowly fought to the fullest. However, after a hundred moves, Song Qingshu's figure gradually turned into nothingness, and successfully besieged her to the center, attacking from all directions, leaving with one blow without stopping. Yang Miaozhen's exquisite marksmanship could not be used, she could only support it hard, she knew that the range she could dodge was getting smaller and smaller, and when she could not avoid it, it was when she was defeated.

It seemed to the onlookers that it was a different scene, at first the light of the pear flower spear was suppressed by the sword shadow and dimmed, and it didn't take long for the pear flower spear to suddenly shine with silver light, and the sword shadow was forced to move around and dodge. Later, only the brilliant silver light was seen, and the sword shadow was missing, and most of the people present thought that Yang Miaozhen had won the battle.

Ren Yingying was secretly frightened, and thought in her heart: "This fourth lady really lives up to her reputation, her marksmanship is simply unpredictable, it seems that her father may not be her opponent, this time she discussed the alliance with the Red Jacket Army, and in the end, don't be turned against them." ”

Zhao Min also frowned slightly: , It's just an exaggeration, and now it seems that it is really difficult to subdue the Red Jacket Army for Mongolia's use...... Song Qingshu, this bastard, was so majestic in the inn before, and now he can't even win against a woman, doesn't that prove that the Golden Wheel Dharma King is far from being this woman's opponent?