Lu Bu saw that Song Qingshu showed killing intent to Luo Jianguo, and his body immediately turned into an afterimage and rushed straight to Wudang everyone.

Song Qingshu only felt a flower in front of him, and then a huge force hit his chest, and the whole person flew out upside down, smashing down a Wudang disciple.

Burst~

Song Qingshu, who fell to the ground, also reacted at this time, he offended a person who could take his life at any time, and when he understood it, he immediately exerted his style of bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Before he could wipe it with a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he immediately begged for mercy with a panicked face:

"The seniors spared their lives, the kid didn't know Mount Tai with his eyes, and he collided with the seniors! I am the son of Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, if my predecessors are willing to let me go, I can do whatever you want! If I can't do it, I can let my father do it, my father can't do it, and my father-in-law Zhang Sanfeng will definitely be able to do it! ”

Lu Bu looked at Song Qingshu's desperate tail wagging and begging for mercy, and he didn't even have any interest in talking to him, so he walked straight forward and grabbed Song Qingshu's neck like a chicken and lifted him up.

The surrounding Wudang disciples were desperately retreating, and there was no action to rescue Song Qingshu.

Zhou Zhiruo on the side was disappointed when he saw Song Qingshu's embarrassed appearance, although the strength Lu Bu showed just now made him not even have the courage to draw his sword, but as the first disciple of the third generation of Wudang, Song Qingshu's performance just now was really unsightly!

If it weren't for today's incident, which had a lot to do with him, Song Qingshu was also dead, and he couldn't please himself, Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to care about Song Qingshu's life or death.

"The little girl Emei sent Zhou Zhiruo, and asked the seniors to have a large number of them, spare Senior Brother Qingshu this time!"

Lu Bu, who was carrying Song Qingshu, didn't seem to see the pitiful Zhou Zhiruo in front of him, and continued to slowly increase the strength of pinching Song Qingshu's neck.

"Ho ho~"

As Lu Bu's strength increased, Song Qingshu's face was full of pain, and his face turned from red to purple.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that Lu Bu didn't take care of herself, but instead increased the strength in her hands, and didn't care about any big manners, she only knew that once Song Qingshu died, she would never end well, so she immediately knelt on the ground very simply, completely letting go of her pride and figure.

"Please also ask the seniors to be gracious and spare Senior Brother Qingshu's life, the little girl is grateful!"

"Wenhou"

At this time, Luo Jianguo, who had been standing aside without making a sound, called out to Lu Bu, and when Lu Bu heard this, he let go of his hand and threw Song Qingshu to the ground, and then looked at Luo Jianguo.

Zhou Zhiruo saw Luo Jianguo speak out to relieve the siege for herself, and thanked Luo Jianguo with a grateful face.

"Thank you, thank you, senior!"

Even Song Qingshu, who had just been thrown on the ground by Lu Bu, got up and knelt on the ground, and kept saying words of thanks.

"Thank you seniors for not killing! Thank you seniors for not killing! ”

Looking at Song Qingshu like a kowtow worm, Luo Jianguo really couldn't arouse any interest in interaction, if he wasn't afraid that the plot would change too much, he really didn't care about the life or death of this group of people.

"Zhou Zhiruo, I want your Heavenly Sword!"

Zhou Zhiruo, who was still full of gratitude just now, heard that she wanted the Heavenly Sword in her hand, and her face sank instantly.

"Please also ask the seniors to forgive their sins, this Yitian sword is the head of the Emei faction of the family teacher to exterminate the master Tai, and lent it to the predecessor of Zhang Sanfeng, the head of Wudang, and the younger generation just came to retrieve it on behalf of the family teacher, and did not have the power to decide the ownership of this sword."

Zhou Zhiruo knew that with her own strength, she would definitely not be able to keep this Heavenly Sword, so she had to move out of the backing mountain, trying to deter the two people in front of her.

"Wen Hou, let's do it!"

Having said that, Luo Jianguo didn't bother to ink, so he directly asked Lu Bu to grab it, and then waited for a while to wait for Zhang Wuji's chance, what should I do?

Argue~

Bang~

Slur over

Zhou Zhiruo was slapped away by Lu Bu without any resistance, and at the same time, the Yitian Sword in his hand was also snatched away.

Tsk, it feels like bullying a child.

"Let's go, Wen Hou!"

looked at the backs of the two of them disappearing into the night.

After Song Qingshu completely confirmed that the two had left, he immediately got up from the ground and staggered over to help Zhou Zhiruo on the ground.

Zhou Zhiruo received Lu Bu's palm, and her chest hurt fiercely, and then she thought of the Yitian Sword being snatched, and a burst of fire attacked her heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu shouted with concern on his face:

"Senior Sister Zhiruo, Senior Sister Zhiruo, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhiruo was lying in Song Qingshu's arms, looking at Song Qingshu's face, her heart became extremely disgusted, if it weren't for this waste to play tricks on Zhang Wuji with him, she wouldn't have made things like this.

First she was carried away by anger and killed Zhang Sanfeng's favorite third-generation disciple Zhang Wuji, and now she lost the Yitian Sword, if it weren't for the fact that Song Qingshu still had some effect, she would have wanted to turn her face.

"Senior Brother Qingshu, what can I do now? Senior Brother Wuji was forced off the cliff by us, and now this Heavenly Sword has been snatched away again, if... If your master and my master knew about it, they would definitely not let me go, woo woo woo~"

Saying that, Zhou Zhiruo cried with grievances on her face, this delicate and aggrieved appearance was similar to the fierce appearance when she chased and killed Zhang Wuji and the two just now.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain in her arms, and thought of the scene where she was desperately pleading for herself just now, and her heart was infinitely pity.

"Senior Sister Zhiruo, don't worry, when the time comes, we will put everything on Mingjiao's head! It shows that the demon head of the sect took advantage of the retreat of his uncle and ancestor to snatch the Heavenly Sword, not only killed the Wuji junior brother but also snatched the Heavenly Sword! In this way, it has nothing to do with us, and at most we are blamed. Is that good, you say? Sister Zhiruo? ”

Seeing that Song Qingshu came up with a reasonable explanation so quickly, Zhou Zhiruo's heart was relieved of most of it, but then she wanted to speak and stopped:

"Senior Brother Qingshu, but they?"

The Wudang disciples were furious by Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, okay, these two femme fatale-hearted dog men and women, do they want to kill us all?

Thinking of this, these injured Wudang disciples leaned together silently, and the swords in their hands faintly pointed at Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo.

This change made Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo feel a pity in the depths of their eyes, and after weighing it again and again, considering that both of them were injured, they were afraid that they would not be able to kill cleanly and leak the news, so they gave up the idea of killing people after glancing at each other.

Song Qingshu let go of the hand holding Zhou Zhiruo, pretending not to see the Wudang disciples on guard, and slowly walked in front of them, saying with a look of regret:

"Senior brothers, everyone has seen today's events, no one wants the death of Senior Brother Wuji, but he died because of us after all! So I hope everyone can keep this secret, and know that the death of Senior Brother Wuji is inseparable from everyone present! ”

"Everyone knows that the ancestor loves Wuji the most, so if the cause of Wuji's death is known to him, I still have a glimmer of life as Song Yuanqiao's son, but you, as an ordinary disciple, will definitely have to accompany him to the funeral!"

These Wudang disciples were all terrified when they heard Song Qingshu's words, and Song Qingshu saw that they were frightened by themselves, and his heart was relieved and continued to reassure:

"So please keep this secret together, when the time comes, as a senior brother, the future head of Wudang will definitely not treat you badly, with me Song Qingshu eating a mouthful of meat, there will definitely be a mouthful of soup for you to drink!"

Speaking of which, regardless of whether these Wudang disciples believed in Song Qing's calligraphy and painting pie in their hearts, they all understood in their hearts that this was the best solution, so they no longer stalemate, let down their guard and replied in unison:

"We wish only Senior Brother Song is the first to look forward!"