Chapter Eighty-Nine: Killing a Strong Enemy

It is said that the old man surnamed Sun 'although he has the ability to avoid danger without seeing or hearing it', he sensed the approach of danger and wanted to avoid it, but unfortunately he underestimated Song Qingshu's speed, so that he died in Huangquan.

The old man surnamed Sun stared blankly at the three-foot Qingfeng sword that pierced his heart, his face was full of incredulity, obviously he didn't understand that he died in the hands of this person whose martial arts were far inferior to him.

"For, weishenme, you, you, your speed suddenly, changed, became so fast. The old man surnamed Sun stared at Song Qingshu deadly, obviously wanting to know the reason for his failure.

Song Qingshu didn't sell it, although the two sides are enemies, but they are just their own masters, for a dying person, Song Qingshu can still remain tolerant.

Song Qingshu didn't look back, just pointed behind him.

The old man surnamed Sun slowly rolled his eyes, saw the lead block behind Song Qingshu, and then slowly turned back to look at Song Qingshu, obviously he didn't understand, and wanted Song Qingshu to explain.

"It was some weight-bearing lead, about three hundred pounds, which had been carried on me before. Song Qingshu said lightly.

"I see. The old man surnamed Sun let out a long breath, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, he was dumbfounded that he could learn the cause of death, a trace of regret, a trace of regret that he was not yet famous all over the world, his peerless learning had not yet been inherited, and he was dead, a trace of regret, regret that he had suffered a careless loss before, weishenme also committed this time, and maybe regretted that weishenme provoked Song Qingshu, the magic star. "Can you help me, the dying man?"

"Then it depends on what is going on?" Song Qingshu did not affirm or deny.

"The most fortunate thing in my life is that I got a peerless miracle left by the ancients, and he gave me a liliang that spanned half my life. ”

The old man surnamed Sun did not directly say his request, but lightly talked about other things. Song Qingshu didn't interrupt him, but listened carefully.

It's a pity that this book is just a few broken sentences. And one of the proudest things I've ever done in my life is. Saying this, the old man surnamed Sun suddenly raised his voice, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to be a little better in spirit, Song Qingshu knew that all this was just an illusion, and it was a return to the light.

"It was with these broken sentences that I created a martial art 'Star Absorbing Dafa'. ”

"Although my 'Star Absorbing Dafa' is not as good as the peerless magic skill I obtained, it is not inferior to the town sect stunts of some sects in today's martial arts. Even compared to your Wudang Sect's 'Pure Yang Wuji Gong', it is not the same. ”

Regarding the words of the old man surnamed Sun, Song Qingshu nodded secretly, 'Star Absorbing Dafa' is indeed a martial art that is not weaker than 'Pure Yang Wuji Gong'. Although today's martial arts are 'Jiuyang Divine Skill', they are famous all over the world. One is three, in addition to Shaolin, it also created two factions of Wudang and Emei. However, the 'Northern Pluto Divine Skill' derived from the 'Star Absorbing Dafa' is also not inferior.

Although the 'Northern Spiritual Skill' may not be as powerful as the 'Jiuyang Divine Skill' in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of those who really know the 'Northern Spiritual Skill', it is 'more than equal'.

'Jiuyang Shengong' lies in a 'fine' word, taking the road of 'one law, one hundred laws', after Dacheng, whether it is attack, defense or light power can advance by leaps and bounds.

However, the "Northern Shengong" lies in the word "Bo", the so-called "the sea is inclusive of all rivers, there is tolerance, the wall is thousands, and there is no desire to be rigid". The 'Northern Shengong' is taking the path of plundering the heavens and the earth and making up for itself. As the saying goes, 'The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency with more than is lost, and the way of man is to make up for the deficiency and give more than enough', this is the truth.

"One of the things I have done in my life, and one of the most regrettable things is that I didn't find a haode inheritor for my martial arts. The old man surnamed Sun's breath became lower and lower, and his voice became smaller and smaller, and he stared at Song Qingshu deadly, "I hope you can find a suitable successor for my 'Star Absorbing Dafa'." ”

Seeing the expectation flashing in the eyes of the old man surnamed Sun, pleading, Song Qingshu sighed and nodded heavily. The old man surnamed Sun, although he has not been in contact for a long time, and he is even more hostile, he has to admit his genius.

If he can live to the age of Zhang Sanfeng, although he cannot be called a rare encounter in a thousand years, I am afraid that he is also an amazing martial arts master who has not been encountered in a hundred years.

Seeing Song Qingshu's nod, the old man surnamed Sun let out a long breath, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, there were words in his mouth, and his eyes gradually lost his anxiety, and Zuihou fell heavily to the ground.

Previously, with a trace of his obsession, the old man surnamed Sun held on desperately, but now he has no worries, and his life has finally come to an end.

The sound of the old man surnamed Sun falling heavily to the ground finally alarmed Zhou Niantong and Wang Baobao, who were fighting on the side, and the two of them let out an exclamation at the same time.

However, Zhou Niantong sent out surprise, while Wang Baobao sent out horror.

"How is it possible, how is it possible?" Wang Baobao couldn't believe his eyes, the old man surnamed Sun was a first-class master, and he was also a master among first-class masters, although he was seriously injured now, but Song Qingshu was only a second-rate master, and he was also a second-rate master in external skills, how could the old man surnamed Sun die in his hands?

"Hehe, nothing is impossible. Zhou Niantong sneered, "From the moment you kill Uncle Wang, you are doomed to death." ”

Saying that, Zhou Niantong took advantage of the moment when Wang Baobao was in a trance, performed loach skills, instantly shifted shape, and came behind Wang Baobao, and successively cast the Sanhua Gathering Top Palm with both hands, one palm slapped at Wang Baobao's Tianling Gai, and the other palm slapped at Wang Baobao's vest.

"Click, click. ”

Wang Baobao's eyes widened, his brain burst, blood splattered five steps, and he fell down unwillingly.

After seeing that Wang Baobao was finally killed by himself, Zhou Niantong couldn't help but let out a long breath, sat on the ground with his butt, and didn't want to get up at all.

You must know that there was a fierce fight just now, in the early stage, Wang Baobao pressed himself to fight, and later chased Wang Baobao to kill, but no matter which one it is, it needs to consume internal force. If it takes a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to it in the first place.

At this time, Song Qingshu walked over, glanced at Wang Baobao, and stopped paying attention, facing Zhou Nian's channel, "It's not time to rest, although it's not an official road here, it's hard to guarantee that no one will pass by." In order to avoid complications, it is better to pack up first and leave as soon as possible. ”

"Good. Although he was very tired, Zhou Niantong still knew the priorities, and immediately took away the useful things on Wang Baobao and the old man surnamed Sun with Song Qingshu, set fire to the two corpses, and then left quickly.