Chapter 132: Kill One More Person

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

The so-called 'people are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed', those who come out to mix will have to pay back sooner or later.

However, when they saw the scene of fighting side by side with you one moment and dying in Huangquan the next moment, everyone was still a little depressed.

Seeing the morale of the people under his command low, Ah San couldn't help but be anxious, if he was in this state, he didn't say that he would win Song Qingshu tonight, even if he could get out of the way, it would be a question.

"Cheer me up. Ah San shouted angrily, like a lion's roar, deafening. "If you can't kill him today, you will be ready to accept the Wudang Sect's Tianya hunt in the future. When the time comes, the world will be big, but there will be no place for you. ”

Everyone trembled, but they came back to their senses, in fact, everyone present was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the person who could be recruited by the Yuan Court was not ruthless.

The reason why he was a little demoralized just now was that he was suppressed by Song Qingshu killing two people in a row. Now that he was awakened by Ah San's roar of a Buddhist lion, he stared at Song Qingshu with fierce eyes, his whole body was tense, ready to give Song Qingshu a fatal blow at any time.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this, even when everyone was undamaged before, he was not afraid, not to mention that now, two people are dead, one is injured, only Ah San and Lama, the short three.

"Kill!" The short man couldn't bear it first, kicked his right foot on the ground heavily, rose to the sky, and hit Song Qingshu Tianlinggai with a stick of 'splitting Huashan'.

The lama has always been with the short man is Meng Bu Jiao, Jiao is not away from Meng, seeing that the short man has launched an attack, of course it is impossible to be indifferent.

The short man's blow to the sky looked extremely imposing, and the lama's staff was also not too much, and he waved his cane, only to hear the nine copper rings on his staff ringing non-stop, and the bells were chaotic, which disturbed Song Qingshu's mind and almost beat him.

Song Qingshu was angry in his heart, waved his long sword, turned into a white cloud and held up the short man's mourning stick, and then cast a 'swallow turn' to avoid the lama's Zen staff, and then moved a few zhang out of thin air and appeared in front of the lama's eyes, with a left hand, the void was condensed, and the lama's heavenly spirit cover was grasped.

At this time, the short man was in the air, the old force had just gone, and the new force was living, and in the face of Song Qingshu's fatal blow to the lama, it was too late to rescue, and although Ah San and the long-bearded old man had already rushed quickly, it was obviously far from quenching their thirst.

At the last moment, the lama's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he did not dodge or dodge, shaking the nine-ring tin staff, whistle whistle, and nine copper rings, flying out together. It turns out that the copper ring on his battle can also be used as a hidden weapon, and he will never use it lightly in ordinary times, but at this time, in order to save his life, he has to use a trick of zuihou. wants to fight with Song Qingshu to lose both.

If Song Qingshu insisted on crushing the lama's heavenly spirit cover, the lama would certainly die, and Song Qingshu himself would be hit by nine copper rings and copper rings, which could be used as a lama's life-saving stunt, but Song Qingshu didn't dare to underestimate it at all.

Seeing this, he didn't care about attacking the lama, his left foot was a little on his right foot, and his body instantly rose several feet higher, avoiding the lama's fatal blow.

Then he flipped over, swooped down, flicked his wrist, and the cold stars shrouded the lama.

It's a pity that the opportunity can't be lost, and it won't come again, but it's too late to kill the lama, a long sword stretched out on the left side, and a mourning stick stretched out on the right, stopping all Song Qingshu's attacks. The lama also took advantage of this opportunity to withdraw and return.

Song Qingshu saw that the opportunity had been lost, and he no longer entangled, raised his hand and pointed at the short man's mourning stick, forcing him back, and then waved his long sword, like the strength of the pine, like the light of the wind. It's like a rainstorm pear blossom needle. The attack was not only intensive, but also swift and vicious, forcing the long-bearded old man to scramble.

Fortunately, Ah San had already come nearby, and when he saw this, he opened his mouth and roared, it was really a thunder in the flat ground, like a dragon roaring in the sky, and a tiger roaring in Pinggang arrogantly and wildly.

Song Qingshu's movements in his hand couldn't help but pause, just this moment, Ah San had already come to the front, raised his hand and slapped Song Qingshu's chest with a palm.

Song Qingshu didn't dodge, but also raised his hand to meet it, and the two palms collided, and the bodies of the two couldn't help but shake at the same time, and their bodies couldn't help but move backwards a few feet.

Song Qingshu put one foot on the ground a little, stopped his retreating figure, and didn't want to At this time, the old man with a long beard saw the stitches and came west, wanting to pick up a cheap one when Song Qingshu's old power had just gone and the new force was not born.

But how could there be such a cheap thing, but seeing that Song Qingshu's expression was calm, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, obviously he had expected the sword of the old man with a long beard.

Song Qingshu was not in a hurry, the long sword was raised, and the sword weapon of the long-bearded old man was swinged, and then he was not given another chance to make a move, his wrist shook, but he saw that the originally straight long sword suddenly became soft, as if a spirit snake came out of a hole, and it was suddenly entangled in the long sword of the long-bearded old man.

The long-bearded old man couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, he had never seen a swordsmanship that could be performed like this except for a soft sword in most of his life.

The long-bearded old man didn't know how powerful, but Ah San knew, you must know that when he was on Wudang Mountain, his eldest brother Fang Dongbai, the eight-armed divine sword, was killed by Song Qingshu by surprise because he didn't know the details of Song Qingshu's finger rou swordsmanship, so that he was careless and lost all the games.

So at this moment, seeing that Song Qingshu had performed this trick again, he couldn't help but be in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted, "Retreat." ”

The long-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, not knowing that Ah San would let him retreat, but he knew that Ah San would not harm himself now, so he didn't think about it, he wanted to draw his sword and retreat.

If he heard Ah San's reminder, he abandoned the sword and retreated, maybe he could still escape the catastrophe, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine in this world, this delay, Song Qingshu's wrist shook again, and he heard 'click, click' several sounds, but it was the long sword of the long-bearded old man that was broken into several pieces.

The sudden change in the field made the long-bearded old man stunned, and when he wanted to retreat again, it was too late, and at the same time as his wrist flicked, Song Qingshu pointed a finger and a yang finger at the heart of the long-bearded old man.

"This, this, what is this, what martial arts. The long-bearded old man stared at Song Qingshu with dead eyes, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but it was a pity that he became a king and lost a king, how unwilling he was, it was just in vain.

"Finger Twisting Soft Swordsmanship. Song Qingshu said lightly, then glanced at the old man, and added, "Ah Da, that is, the eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai also died in this move. ”

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, the long-bearded old man's unwilling eyes slowly dispersed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the long-bearded old man's gradually dissipating pupils, the slight squirming of his lips, and the figure that slowly fell, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh softly, this is the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that they will fight and kill, and the moment they do it, either you die or I live.

"In the rivers and lakes, you must not only have the ruthlessness of killing, but also have the consciousness of being killed. If I don't have enough strength today, I might die worse than you. It's a pity that I'm the stronger one today, so there's nothing to be blind to when you die!" Song Qingshu muttered to himself.