After Feng Mu's words were finished, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the air in the room, which was already filled with the smell of gunpowder, exploded in an instant.

The Liberation of the Vajra Gate, Bao Xiren of the Canglang Sect, and Lu Jiannan of the Quanzhen Sect, which one of them was not a figure who rode a thousand horses? Originally, there was still a trace of concern, but after learning this truth, the three of them no longer had the slightest hesitation and made a lightning move.

This is not to say that they are not self-sufficient, originally the three of them never thought that they would be able to retreat with their whole body, with the mentality of burning jade, they just wanted to hit Song Sanxing hard, so even if they were defeated and killed by him, the future people could also sit back and enjoy it. Nuoda is a big river and lake, with wheel warfare, he Song Sanxing is not invincible, and sooner or later he will be exhausted.

Now that I heard that he can't use internal force, then I have to kill him, is it in vain to miss this God-given opportunity and let the tiger return to the mountain?

The three of them shot at the same time, and three strong true qi surged out in an instant, and the doors and windows in the room fell in response, Feng Muyun resisted with his internal strength, not allowing himself to be injured by the true qi, but did not forcibly resist, but popped out of the room.

When two tigers fight, there must be an injury, at this moment, Song Sanxing can't protect himself, and he has no time to take care of him. He pretended to be shaken out, just in time to take the opportunity to escape.

It's a pity that although his calculation is good, the true qi that the three of them burst out at the same time is really strong, although he protected his heart, when he was shocked out, he shocked the meridians of his body.

Feng Mu hurriedly meditated and breathed his body, he knew very well that this battle would not last long, maybe in an instant, if he missed this opportunity, he was afraid that he would die.

And in the room, the empty water mill Zen staff was split on the head, and the powerful blow, Song Sanxing did not use internal force, let alone resist, even if it was difficult to avoid.

Seeing that he was about to be split in half, Odoff instantly blocked in front of him, raised his palms above his head, and took the unstoppable blow hard.

The two sides competed for strength, and the plank under Odoff's feet cracked, and only the sound of "boom" could be heard, with his feet as the center, a large hole was smashed into the wooden floor, and he and the monk fell down at the same time.

Almost at the same time, Song Sanxing already had two more swords in his hands, in normal times, he would definitely not draw the sword so easily, but now that it is a matter of life and death, can he still pretend to be profound?

In his left hand was a bronze sword, called Huangquan, with a blade of three feet and five inches, weighing five pounds and two taels, the lightest, the most brittle, but the sharpest of all his swords.

And in his right hand is a crimson sword, called: Blood River, the blade of the sword is three feet and two inches, weighing nine catties and nine taels, the heaviest and blunt of all his swords, but it is indestructible.

Lu Jiannan's dust swept over, and sent Sanwen to meet it with the Huangquan sword, which seemed to be a sharp bronze famous sword, but failed to cut the dust, on the contrary, Lu Jiannan's dust was wrapped with a stream of true qi, which firmly wrapped Song Sanxing's Huangquan, and seemed to be able to break it in the blink of an eye.

On the right hand, in the face of the fine sand shot out of Bao Xiren's feather fan, Song Sanxing had to swing his sword to block it, but he lacked the assistance of internal strength, although his wrist was holding the sword flower at great speed, forming a barrier, but he could not block all the fine sand.

After the fine sand in his body, Song Sanxing's right shoulder was slightly paralyzed, and in this instant, Lu Jiannan had already shaken the dust suddenly, and the Huangquan Sword itself had a big turn, but it was not broken.

Lu Jiannan's move was old, and he suddenly changed his move, and he was caught off guard, and the dust had already rolled up to Song Sanxing's neck. Song Sanxing had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and his left hand suddenly probed down, and his right hand was completely exposed to Bao Xiren's attack.

His pace changed subtly, his feet crossed, his body made an unexpected big spin, the Huang Quan in his left hand stabbed out suddenly, and the sword went sideways, facing Lu Jiannan's dust, and the sword pointed at the opponent's throat.

Huangquan Sword is indeed as good as its name, Lu Jiannan's pupils contracted rapidly, watching the sword blade get closer and closer to his throat, and even felt the coldness and despair from Huangquan.

It's not that he can't dodge that blow, but he doesn't want to dodge, because the moment his whisk pierces his throat with the blade of the sword, it will also roll up the opponent's head at the same time.

Who knew that Song Sanxing's seemingly desperate attack was a false move, and when Lu Jiannan reacted that it was just a trick, Song Sanxing's Blood River Sword had already pierced Bao Xiren's right rib.

Bao Xiren's martial arts routines focus on hidden weapons, and he is already quick with his eyes, while Song Sanxing is only a move, and there is no internal force to assist, so his movements are more than twice as slow, and he can avoid the fatal blow in his chest.

The reason why the Blood River Sword is called the Blood River is because the person who is stabbed by him, no matter how high his martial arts, will bleed endlessly, and it is difficult for the wound to heal on its own. Because there are a few grooves on the blade of the sword, piercing into the flesh, it is not like other swords just piercing a crack, it is a bloody hole pulled out of the flesh of the belt, making the opponent bleed and bleeding like a river.

Song Sanxing succeeded in one blow, but he didn't dare to be careless at all, because at the same time that the Blood River Sword pierced into Bao Xiren's right rib, Lu Jiannan's giant sword was also aimed at his chest silently.

Victory or defeat is often in the blink of an eye, Song Sanxing, as a peerless swordsman, the sword is like his life, and he has already connected with his heart. Feeling that the sword blade was going to penetrate his heart, Song Sanxing clenched his teeth, and the breath of his whole body suddenly opened, and the overwhelming true qi shook this small inn to pieces.

At the beginning, I saw that the situation was not right, and the Jianghu guests had already hid dozens of feet away, watching the inn collapse, sighing in their mouths, and being shocked. At that time, Feng Mu had also recovered, and as soon as he escaped from the inn, he was shocked by Song Sanxing's true qi and flew out five zhang away.

Although he was always vigilant and afraid of being harmed by the pond fish, his shallow internal strength and thin body could not resist Song Sanxing's domineering blow.

"It's a big deal, and it's out. Feng Mu bit tightly, retrograde the meridians, and used the "escape style" taught to him by Ba Dongling, that move can stimulate potential, and the speed can reach the extreme, but unfortunately it will damage the lifespan.

Feng Mu's figure disappeared out of thin air, and he reappeared more than twenty zhang away, and he escaped smoothly, but he could no longer support it and passed out.

And in the inn, there was a rumbling and rumbling sound, and the huge explosion stimulated everyone's eardrums, as if the god of thunder was coming to punish the world.

When everyone followed the sound to search, they saw a team of centaurs appear outside the inn, using three huge trebuchets to continuously throw crockpots filled with gunpowder, and countless sharpened bamboo canes, densely shooting towards the inn in a sea of fire.

The fire attack lasted for a long time, and the team of men and horses waited for it, forming an encirclement, staring at the fire with burning eyes, and as soon as they found that someone rushed out, they surrounded it together to cover up and kill. But the time of the three incense sticks passed, and there was no movement in the sea of fire, and the inn had turned to ashes.

"It seems that Song Sanxing has been buried in the sea of fire and retreated. A young man in strange iron armor and a scarlet cloak roared, and the group quickly disappeared.

Soon after, a white-faced scholar found the unconscious Feng Mu and carried him on his back, thus starting a fateful encounter.