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Chapter 130: Life and Death Struggle

The night was deeper, there were no bright stars, and even the faint moonlight that had been looming completely obscured the figure, only a thick leaden cloud.

The wind is stronger, the rain is denser, the wind is roaring, the rain is crying. It seems to tell of the unusual night of tonight.

Song Qingshu stood in the middle of the courtyard, opposite Ah San, and the other five people formed a semi-circular arc to surround Song Qingshu in the middle.

Everyone didn't speak, they were careful to be on guard, only the sound of wind and rain, the collision of 'ping-pong' weapons not far away, and the sound of humming when the fierce battle was endless.

In that place, it was obvious that someone was besieging Dongling, but Song Qingshu was not worried about this, just look at the people besieging him, he was obviously their target, and it was the main force that besieged him.

Although Dong Ling's martial arts can't be said to be better than himself, when it comes to defensive power, I'm afraid it's still above him, since it's not the main attack, it obviously can't bring him any threat.

However, seeing the people besieging him, Song Qingshu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, good guy, in addition to Ah Er, who was seriously injured by his own calculations, there is also a Ah San who has no damage to his combat power, and the remaining five people are also good hands among third-rate masters, two second-rate masters, and five third-rate masters, they really look up to themselves.

If you want to come to Dongling's side, although you don't want to be on your side, you should also be a few third-rate masters.

If it weren't for Dong Ling's unexpectedness, the besieged at this time would probably be two second-rate masters and more than a dozen third-rate masters. When the time comes, I am afraid that I will be unable to escape.

"Okay, okay, sure enough, it's the mouth of a green bamboo snake, and the wasp tail has a needle. It's both, it's the most poisonous woman's heart. Song Qingshu scolded secretly, the anger in his heart rose slowly, "You do the first year of junior high school, I do the fifteenth, after today, let's calculate the general account." ”

Although Song Qingshu wanted to divide Zhao Min's body in his heart, cut it inch by inch, cut it alive, pour mercury, and light the sky lantern. But on the surface, it is still the eyes that see the six ways and the ears listen to the eight directions. After all, at this time, I am under siege, if I am not careful, let alone revenge, I am afraid that I will be cut by others with a thousand knives and divided into five horses.

The first to be unbearable was Ah San, only to hear him roar 'kill', and he came to Song Qingshu in an instant, and the 'Sumeru Mountain Palm' slashed at Song Qingshu with one palm after another as if he was dying.

Song Qingshu is now besieged, of course he refuses to fight with him, after all, no matter what, he is just a second-rate master who has just broken through, and his skills are obviously impossible to compare with a master like Ah Er, who has accumulated over the years.

I saw Song Qingshu's footsteps slipping, stepping on the I Ching gossip, his body was like a dragon and a phoenix, and he didn't pay attention to the palm power of Ah Er's split.

Seeing Song Qingshu Xiu Xun flying and fluttering, Ah Er was not anxious, after all, he was not fighting alone with him.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Qingshu avoided Ah Er's 'Sumeru Mountain Palm', a dart came to the front just right, piercing Song Qingshu's heart.

Song Qingshu didn't panic, took a deep breath, and moved three feet to the left. With a wave of the long sword, there was a "choking" sound, and sparks flew everywhere, but it was a stiff-faced long-bearded old man who took advantage of Song Qingshu's avoidance of the darts and approached him.

Song Qingshu picked up the long sword of the long-bearded old man with a sword, and a Zen staff and a mourning stick followed.

Looking at the mourning stick that hit his Tianling Gai, Song Qingshu stretched out his left hand, grabbed it with five fingers, and grabbed the mourning stick, but it was the Wudang faction's 'Desperate Tiger Grip', wanting to come to a 'white blade empty-handed'.

The short man was self-aware, knowing that once the weapon fell into Song Qingshu's hands, it would be extremely difficult for him to take it back, so the mourning stick that attacked Song Qingshu hurriedly shrank and avoided Song Qingshu's 'desperate tiger grasp'.

Although Song Qingshu forced the short man back, the lama's nine-ring tin staff had already come to him, and the danger had not been lifted.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, like a whale swallowing, and his chest instantly sunken down, just avoiding the lama's sweeping staff. Then a palm was slapped on the lama's nine-ring tin staff.

The lama only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and he almost couldn't hold the Zen staff in his hand, but when he looked down, the tiger's mouth was broken. I couldn't help but feel a pang of horror in my heart.

The lama knew that Song Qingshu's martial arts were profound, which could be seen from the previous competition, but what he never expected was that Song Qingshu's strength was so great.

You must know that a person who can use a Zen staff weighing dozens of pounds as a weapon has no less strength, but even so, he was still slapped on the Zen staff by Song Qingshu with a light palm, which made his tiger mouth crack, and he almost couldn't hold the weapon steadily, how could this not make the lama feel frightened.

In fact, this is not to blame him, after all, Song Qingshu is both internal and external, and the internal skill is the 'innate skill' that the first person in the world endured to become famous, and the external skill is also the tantric apologetic divine skill 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong'.

After practice, he has the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, and now Song Qingshu is not so exaggerated, but he can also carry the tripod.

How the lama was frightened was not expressed for the time being, but Song Qingshu was unforgiving and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

It's a pity that the enemy won't give Song Qingshu such a chance, but he saw one left and one right, a long sword, and a pair of judge's pens shrouded Song Qingshu's body.

If Song Qingshu insisted on killing the lama with one slap, he would probably suffer a heavy blow.

Of course, Song Qingshu can't exchange his injuries for his life, and he can't violate it, so of course he gives up.

Song Qingshu didn't pay any attention to the judge's pen on the right, turned around and swung away the long sword of the long-bearded old man with a sword, and then instantly shook with an iron fist, stabbing out dozens of swords, as if they were plum blossoms in the dark night, but they were hidden endless killing opportunities.

Seeing this, the long-bearded old man was taken aback and wanted to avoid it, but it was too late, the old man was also a ruthless person, cruel to others, and cruel to himself, with a bite of his teeth, a wave of his long sword, covering the vital places around him.

'Ping Pong' There was a sound of long swords colliding, and there was a sound of swords entering flesh.

"Ah!" the old man screamed, his body retreated instantly, and then he saw that the old man was now covered in blood, and he looked miserable. However, although the injury was serious, it was not critical, and there was no fear of life.

After the long sword retreated from the enemy, Song Qingshu only felt that he was 'Fengchi', and there was a faint tingling sensation in the two points of the 'Heavenly Pillar'. didn't have time to think about it, Song Qingshu hurriedly cast a 'Su Qin Back Sword'.

Listening to the two sounds of 'ding ding ding ding', Song Qingshu only felt that the hand holding the sword sank, but he was not surprised or rejoiced, nor did he look back, listened to the wind to identify the position, and pointed out with his left hand.

I only heard a scream of "Ah!", and when I looked back, an iron-masked man covered his chest with his hands and retreated again and again, but at the chest, streams of blood were gushing out.

Song Qingshu was overjoyed, this time and again, between the lightning and flint, he seriously injured the two of them, but he lost a lot of pressure on himself.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's eyelids jumped, and he didn't have time to think about it, his body was short, and a dart flew past his scalp.

Seeing that Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a tingle in his scalp, if he was a little slower, the dart would be inserted into his eyebrows.