Chapter 332: Beacon Jinling City

The two sides had a large number of soldiers on one side and a large number of people on the other, and they were evenly matched for a while.

The two sides also made a big move on the periphery of Jinling City, and because the relationship between the two parties was very complicated, Song Qingshu also placed people at the city gate. Outside, as soon as Song Qingshu's army arrived under the city wall, someone immediately opened the city gate. Greeted in. Despite this, however, the Guards were struggling to resist.

The fighting centered on the General's Mansion and spread out piece by piece.

Only about a year after Zhu Yuanzhang's forces were driven out of Jinling, the huge city of Jinling fell into a war again. But the people in the general's mansion also lost control of the outside because of various problems.

Yang Invincible Spirit Front. It is divided into three groups of people, the first is naturally Song Qingshu's people, and the second group is the confluence of the Wang family and Yang Sichen. The third group are all petty bureaucrats who have no important influence, and they do not dare to take sides in such a major matter, and they all hide in the corners.

Song Qingshu's face was pale, he had never been so guilty as he was today. Song Qingshu has always been his calculator on the battlefield, and no one can calculate him. As far as the death of Jin Yang Invincible is concerned, Song Qingshu estimated it to be serious enough, and he never expected that it would be so serious. He estimated that there were important ministers who fornicated with Mongolia, but he didn't expect that this was done by someone inside, and Mongolia was just interfering.

Song Qingshu said: "Yang Sichen, I admire you, you dare to do it now, aren't you afraid that your life will be guaranteed?"

Yang Sichen said: "If you want to achieve great things, how can you do it if you are afraid of death, you still have to think about yourself." ”

Mo Shenggu suddenly raised his head and said, "Old friends are here, please show up and see them." ”

A long laugh came from the roof, and a person stepped through the roof and landed in the mourning hall, and this person was Zonggepa. Dzonggeba was dressed in a white monk's robe, and his temperament was very different from the original. Mo Shenggu glanced at it. I feel that Zonggeba's martial arts must have made great progress, and his plan must not be underestimated.

Zonggeba's pair of eyes, as if they were sparkling like gems, said, "Brother Mo, it's time for you and me to end your grudge. ”

Mo Shenggu said: "Brother Yang was killed by you?"

Zonggeba said: "What is it, what is it?" Although Zonggeba did not answer positively, Mo Shenggu had already affirmed it in his heart.

Mo Shenggu said: "There is a debtor and a debtor, you kill innocents so indiscriminately, is it the truth of Buddhism's compassion?"

Dzongepa said, "Who is innocent in the world. ”

Mo Shenggu knew that there was nothing to say to Zongeba, and Mo Shenggu passed the word. said: "Qingshu, I'll leave it to you here, I'll deal with this person." ”

Although Song Qingshu has not made any progress in martial arts in recent years, his eyesight is still there, and when he looks at Zonggeba, he feels that Zonggeba is integrated inside and outside, his breath is strong, and there is no flaw in it, so he must be a great master.

In fact, Song Qingshu had long wanted to do it. Where are you willing to fight with Yang Sichen and Wang Min, it's just that Mo Shenggu has been secretly transmitting the sound, you have to wait a minute, and now Mo Shenggu has finally let go. Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said, "Please rest assured, Uncle Seven." I'll leave it to me here. ”

Mo Shenggu secretly gave Song Yuanqiao a look, and Song Yuanqiao nodded lightly.

This kind of big event happened in the mourning hall, and Song Yuanqiao didn't speak, just stood there and watched. It almost makes people forget Song Yuanqiao.

Mo Shenggu saw Song Yuanqiao nodding. Let go of your heart.

For the martial arts people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Mo Shenggu doesn't know much about it, but there is Song Yuanqiao. It should be able to ensure Song Qingshu's safety, even if he can't do anything, he can take Song Qingshu away.

Zonggeba snorted coldly and said, "I've explained the future, so let's look at the trick." Zong Geba squeezed his hands into a strange handprint, and slapped it towards Mo Shenggu with one palm. The wind blew through Dzongpa's handprints and made a strange sound.

Mo Shenggu originally followed with a palm, but when he saw this handprint coming, he actually had a sense of trance. Mo Shenggu shook his spirit, and immediately came to his senses, and Zonggeba had already hit Mo Shenggu's chest at this time. Mo Shenggu was on the edge of an iron plate bridge, dodged it alive, and shouted, "Okay." ”

Zonggeba's martial arts integrated some spiritual secret methods into his martial arts, and as soon as he made a move, even Mo Shenggu was on the way. It can be said that on the way to martial arts, another way is also a great inspiration for Mo Shenggu, although it is only a move, but Mo Shenggu can deduce some characteristics of Zonggeba's martial arts from it, I have to say a good word.

As Mo Shenggu spoke, one foot flew out, the other heeled came, the two feet were like butterflies chasing each other, and one leg kicked towards Zonggeba.

This offensive was purely a change of tactics for Mo Shenggu. Use your legs as a sword and launch a barrage of onslaught.

Both of them are great masters in the world, and their martial arts have reached their level, and they already have the realm of different paths. Whether it is swords, guns, swords, halberds, fists, feet, palms and fingers, they have all melted into one furnace in their hands. At this moment, as soon as the two of them fought, there was a lot of noise in the entire mourning hall, and the white cloth curtain flew away suddenly, as if it was countless sharp swords, and these civil and military ministers could hardly breathe in. It was as if all the air in the mourning hall had been forced out by the fight between the two.

Zonggeba ignored it and continued to fight, but Mo Shenggu didn't want to fight here.

The two only exchanged a few moves, and they had an idea of their opponent's current situation. Knowing that his opponents are all his own fierce opponents, his martial arts have made great progress in just a few years, which is by no means comparable to the beginning. You may not be able to defeat the other party without using all your strength.

Mo Shenggu was less worried than Zonggeba, and Mo Shenggu only felt that although Zonggeba's martial arts were novel, they were still within his expectations. The odds of winning in my heart are more than fifty percent, but Mo Shenggu can't fight here.

Without the battle between the two innate masters, how big the scope of the impact is is something that Mo Shenggu can't say, but Mo Shenggu knows that the two are fighting in this spirit hall, and within two moves, this spirit hall has not been demolished, and there is already room left in the hands of the two of them.

Zonggeba is not here, but Mo Shenggu can't help but think about Song Qingshu, and Yang Wushu's coffin is here, if he accidentally hits Yang Wushu's body during the fight, how can Mo Shenggu's heart be at ease. Mo Shenggu rolled his eyes and said, "Follow me." ”

Mo Shenggu stepped on the ground, rose to the sky, broke the roof, and came directly to the roof.

Zonggeba also secretly had a plan in his heart, seeing that Mo Shenggu was so cooperative and not duel here, his heart was suddenly overjoyed, and he didn't say much, and he jumped down and followed Mo Shenggu out.

As soon as the two of them went out like this, everyone in the mourning hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two of them started, in the entire hall, the wind was howling, like thunder, and the strong wind was like a blade, forcing others not to dare to move, and even several people were lifted by the wind and smashed heavily on the wall.

Before the mourning hall could calm down, he heard Song Qingshu shouting: "Kill Yang Sichen." ”

In the mourning hall, the people on Song Qingshu's side rushed up one after another, Song Qingshu's subordinates, except for a few Wenchen, were all military generals killed on the battlefield, and they were greeted by Song Qingshu and killed without hesitation.

Yang Sichen did not show weakness and waved his hand to kill him.

Song Qingshu sent Yang Nishang to Song Yuanqiao, asked Song Yuanqiao to protect Yang Nishang, and prepared to kill him. Song Qingshu's martial arts have not made much progress for many years in Mo Shenggu's opinion, but it is more than enough to deal with a group of fighting men. But before Song Qingshu could make a move, a group of people poured in at the gate of the mourning hall.

This group of people was the entourage of the officials outside.

If this was the real imperial palace, the entourage of civil and military officials would naturally stay outside the imperial city, and they would never be able to kill them. But this was originally the governor's mansion that a palace should do, and the place where this hall was and the gate was not far away, and Yang Sichen and his gang were all prepared, and a guard couldn't stop them at all.

There are a few people in this divided into gossip, Song Qingshu saw them at a glance, they were a group of more than ten people, all of them were agile, the long sword in their hands seemed to be a streamer, between their hands, a sword stabbed to death, this is not a means on the battlefield, but a means of Jianghu people. There are clearly high-rollers in this group of people.

Song Qingshu left the others and went straight to these people.

I saw Song Qingshu enter alone, sweeping a few feet away, and where he passed, the enemies fell to the ground one after another. With the sound of Jin Ge resonating, Song Qingshu and an old man faced each other.

The two swords intersected, Song Qingshu couldn't hold the sword in his hand, Song Qingshu secretly regretted in his heart, he had wasted his martial arts in the past few years, otherwise this person would never be his opponent.

Song Qingshu said: "Who is coming, report the name." ”

The person who came just sneered, but didn't speak, and as soon as he said hello, several people rushed up, ready to kill Song Qingshu under the chaotic sword. Fortunately, Song Qingshu's subordinates fought to protect each other, so they were able to protect Song Qingshu.

At this moment, a sword roar came from behind, and a sword broke through several people. Song Qingshu didn't need to look back to know that it was Song Yuanqiao who made the move, in the end, it was the father and son who were connected, how could Song Yuanqiao not save him when he saw death, Song Yuanqiao shouted and said: "Have you forgotten what I taught you? Looking at their swordsmanship, it is clear that they are in the same vein as Yandang Mountain." ”

Song Qingshu was originally cultivated as my head, and the martial arts of various sects and factions, Song Yuanqiao demonstrated them to Song Qingshu, and explained them in detail, but in the past few years, Song Qingshu has been negligent and forgot all about them, and for a while, he was at a loss under the attack of the masters of the Yandang faction.

Listening to Song Yuanqiao's loud shout, Song Qingshu immediately remembered the characteristics of the Yandang faction, the swordsmanship in his hand changed, and he fought a few swords with the comer, and suddenly the sword in his hand was light, and the long sword of the master of the Yandang faction passed by, and it had penetrated into the opponent's chest. (To be continued......)