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Chapter 49 Draw your sword to help

Song Qingshu swung out an invisible sword aura, and after cutting the bandit into two parts, he immediately flew up from the horse, and his body shot straight at the other bandit like an arrow off the string. The bandit's head flew high and blood gushed out from his neck, where he had lost his head.

At the beginning, Song Qingshu was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of blood-spattered scene, but after seeing too much, he didn't react.

Song Qingshu didn't look at it, that is, he turned to kill the next bandit. Before these cruel bandits, Song Qingshu didn't have any compassion, and wielded the fast sword technique to the fullest, his body was really like lightning, his sword was like thunder, and his body was like a weightless shadow running between the bandits, the sword light flashed in his hand, one moment he was still swinging his sword in front of one bandit, and the next moment another bandit had died in Huangquan. As soon as the figure of the sword flashed, the head of a bandit flew high, and blood splattered in all directions.

Fortunately, these people are just bandits, not Mongol soldiers, and they don't know how to cooperate with each other at all, otherwise it may not be so easy to kill them quickly.

I have to say that this kind of fast sword is not only very powerful against masters, but also like a fish in water in this kind of multi-person melee. These bandits are simply some unpopular, even if they are powerful, they are just some third-rate characters at the bottom, and there are no masters at all. Song Qingshu didn't need to perform any subtle moves at all, a fast sword, his figure was like the wind, the sword was like lightning, and he had a sword under his hand, and there was no enemy.

There are more than 30 bandits in this team, which is the largest number of bandits encountered by Song Qingshu. In the past, there were more than 50 bandits at the most, and only one or two when they were few, and they dared to shout in the middle of the road, 'I opened this mountain, I planted this tree.' If you want to cross this road, leave the money to buy the road. Dare to say no words, step forward and rub your head. Died in the wilderness, and was buried in a bad place. Send it to the lookout platform, and never come back'.

Song Qingshu killed more than 20 in a row, and finally frightened the rest of the bandits.

Since he is a bandit, although there is no shortage of people who are forced to be helpless, after all, he was born in troubled times, and the so-called "would rather be a peaceful dog than a troubled person". But more often than not, some outlaws.

Seeing Song Qingshu's sword go to his death, it also aroused the ferocity of these people. Since melee combat can't help you, can't I fight from afar?

So they hid in the distance, wanting to shoot Song Qingshu with a bow and arrow.

It's a pity that the magic is one foot high, the road is one foot high, and although Song Qingshu's "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" has not yet been practiced to perfection, it is also higher than his own internal cultivation.

If it was the regular feather arrows of the Mongolian soldiers, Song Qingshu would still retreat, but Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to these garbage bows and arrows.

Song Qingshu swung his sword and danced in front of him a few times, and then all the dozen or so arrows shot were cut off or knocked down, and even the corners of his clothes were not injured. Even if someone secretly used a cold arrow in the back, shooting it at Song Qingshu would only pierce his clothes and pierce his skin. At the same time, his feet did not stop, and he had already bullied the dozen or so bandits in front of him.

At such a close distance, the bandits did not have time to release their arrows, so they attacked with their weapons, some wielding scimitars and some stabbing spears.

Song Qingshu made a move to "pull onions on dry land", his body turned sharply, falling from the sky, facing these dozen or so bandits, his sword fell, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen swords stabbed out, these bandits only felt a cold neck, and they fell to the ground one after another, losing consciousness.

The villagers were saved, and some of them were so frightened that although they were saved, they ran straight away as if they were running for their lives. Some were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Some saw that their relatives died at the hands of the bandits, and now they are whipping their corpses, but most of them who are still able to walk around come to thank Song Qingshu for saving their lives.

These villagers don't have much knowledge, but they have also heard of people in the rivers and lakes, flying eaves and walking on the wall, seeing Song Qingshu performing light skills without touching the ground, sweeping like the wind, and moving as if there is no trace, they know that Song Qingshu is a person in the rivers and lakes. They all came over and kowtowed to the ground and thanked him: "Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life! Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life!"

Song Qingshu hurriedly picked up the leader and said, "When the road is uneven, it is our duty to draw a knife to help, why do we need to thank you, everyone please get up quickly, and you will be tormented." ”

Seeing the old men who were over the age of sixteen kowtow to themselves, Song Qingshu felt mixed feelings, and hurriedly helped everyone up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since this place has been discovered, although it has been killed by me, but I don't know if they still have accomplices, if I leave, their accomplices arrive, I'm afraid it will be another disaster, so it's no longer safe here, let's find another place to hide in the deep mountains and old forests." ”

"What Engong said is, let's listen to Engong. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"Listen to Engong. ”

Song Qingshu waited until the villagers packed up their things, and then under the leadership of the old man in the village, he went to the sparsely populated mountains and old forests, and waited in the village for a long time, not seeing the bandits' accomplices coming, so he continued on the road with peace of mind.

When Song Qingshu left, his horse and the bandit's horse had already panicked and ran away without a trace because of the fight between everyone.

Just when he lamented that he was a good person and had no good reward, he saved people, and he actually lost his horse, a little black donkey appeared. It was a real bonus.

In order to thank the 'Infinite Road', Song Qingshu also gave the little black donkey a name, called 'Black Carbon'.

Learning from Zhang Guolao, Song Qingshu rode a little black donkey, and went on the road again along the way.

Song Qingshu changed from a horse to a little black donkey, although he didn't have that feeling of galloping, but he was not in a hurry, and after changing to the little black donkey, he felt more comfortable.

After Song Qingshu changed to the little black donkey, he no longer took the Guanyi Avenue and turned to the country road.

Along the way, there were no scenes of bandits plundering and officers and soldiers, and all I saw were beautiful scenery in the mountains.

The mountains in winter are not as sticky as they are in summer, and you can't see the true green of the mountains at all. It's a different kind of taste, especially on a clear day, when the silhouette of the mountain is in full view. You can even see the sparse trees. That feeling of sparseness brings you a sense of inner clarity. It is the most dusk, the sunset is sprinkled all over the top of the mountain, looking from afar, the mountain is in the clear and sparse, overflowing a splendor. At that moment, for a mountain, you can't help but have a kind of sacred yearning.

Song Qingshu walked in the mountains, and unconsciously seemed to feel that this was not in troubled times, but in peaceful and prosperous times. Although this is a bit of a cover-up, self-deception.

But along the way, all I saw was killing and destruction, and my mood here was rarely calm.