After all, Dai Qisi is the leader of the four great Dharma kings of the Ming Cult, and her skills are far from comparable to those of the three or four generations of the Quanzhen Cult. A purple shadow flashed by, and the disciples of the Quanzhen Cult suddenly felt a strange force coming from the sword and stabbed to the side.
Song Qingshu looked at the extremely beautiful woman beside him: Aren’t you leaving?Why, can't bear to part with me?
Dai Qisi's face turned red: Who can't bear to part with you? It's just that everyone is in a relationship with her companions and can't bear to see you being cut into a pool of mud.
I like this arrogant attribute of my wife very much.Song Qingshu looked at her with a playful look on his face.
What is pride?Dai Qisi was stunned at first, and then said angrily, "Besides, who wants you to like it?"
Hundreds of Taoists among the Chongyang officials were all monks and cultivators. Suddenly, they heard the two of them flirting and talking softly. They were all very embarrassed. The old one was quite embarrassed, and the young ones inevitably became a mortal heart.
Everyone looked at each other, and some couldn't help but blush.
Zhang Zhiguang shouted: Chongyang Palace is a pure place, so don’t say these indecent words here!
Song Qingshu smiled coldly: Not only impolite words, I also have to do something impolite, what can you do to me?
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his arms, grabbed Daiqisi's slender waist, hugged her into her arms, and then kissed her heavily in her shocked eyes.
Dai Qisi's mind suddenly became blank. She forgot to struggle for a moment, and let the other party kiss her red.
Xiaolongnu, who was hugged by Song Qingshu on the other side, looked at the two of them curiously. For some reason, such a scene seemed familiar. She couldn't help but think of the scene where the senior sister and Song Qingshu were flirting with each other in front of her in the inn that night. The originally pale cheeks suddenly became red.
Pu Cha Qiucao looked even more strange. She thought she had never paid much attention to the prince-consort of Tang Kuobian before. She didn't expect that he was such a bold person. Although she was very dissatisfied with Tang Kuobian's openly hooking up with a woman other than his wife, she had to admire the other party's heroic spirit at this moment. Now she was in a siege and treated all the heroes as if nothing had happened.
If Brother Yang was holding me like this... Some pictures appeared in Pu Cha Qiucao's mind, and the deer suddenly bumped into her, and a girl's heart burst into pieces.
It's indifferent!
Injustice!
It's simply outrageous!
……
The Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect in the hall were furious and rushed over with their long swords.
They were crowded with power, and the sword lights were flashing around them, and there was almost no place to dodge. Dai Qisi's face turned slightly pale, thinking that when her husband passed away, she didn't die with him, but today she had to share life and death with Song Qingshu.
She held up the sword and was about to come forward to meet the enemy. As for how many swords she could hold, she had no time to think about. Who knew that a great force came from her waist, and she fell back into Song Qingshu's arms, and his faint voice sounded in her ears: Let me leave it to you next.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had barely controlled Xiaolongnu's injury at this moment. He hugged Xiaolongnu with one hand and freed up his other hand to press it into the void. The dozens of swords scattered on the ground had trembled. The Taoists of Quanzhen Sect also noticed the abnormality. When they were shocked and doubtful, dozens of swords on the ground suddenly flew into the air, and began to rotate rapidly with Song Qingshu as the center, forming a dazzling sword curtain.
The Taoist priests who were close to them could not hide in time, and their skin was blooming and blood was flowing, which scared them to retreat quickly.
At first, the sword curtain just flew three feet into Song Qingshu. As they retreated, the entire aperture range suddenly expanded to nearly one meter.
Song Qingshu hugged Xiaolongnu like this, and walked leisurely outside the hall with Daiqisi and Pucha Qiucao as if taking a walk. No one from Quanzhen Sect dared to get closer along the way.
Dai Qisi looked at the flickering sword curtain around her, her red lips slightly opened. Is this really a martial art?No wonder even Mingzun was defeated by him!But at a young age, how did he practice this martial arts?
Not to mention Daiqisi, even the little dragon girl, who had always been calm and gentle, looked around curiously, with her eyes flashing. She thought that she could barely control dozens of swords at the same time with the net of heaven and earth, but the control range could only be a few inches around her body, and she could never expand to one meter away.
Moreover, because she controlled too many swords, the strength on each sword inevitably decreased a lot, which made her unable to break the defense when she encountered a real master. It was inevitable that she seemed to be a little tricky and lacked. However, the opponent's sword formation had no problems at all. Dozens of swords were spinning around at high speed. Whoever dared to get closer would be immediately grinded into meat.
Pu Cha Qiucao's reaction was the coldest one. After all, she was a little numb by the magical martial arts that the other party showed one after another. In addition, she always thought that Song Qingshu was Tang Kuobian. It was difficult for her to have any other ideas about a married man like Tang Kuobian. The only idea was to be amazed at Princess Gebi's vision of choosing a son-in-law. You must know that Tang Kuobian has always had little presence in the capital. Who knew that he was such a stunning and beautiful character.
Seeing that Song Qingshu and others treated others as if nothing had happened, they walked out swaggeringly. The Quanzhen disciples in the hall were all blinded. Zhang Zhiguang even turned his mind: So many of us surrounded them, and one of them was seriously injured. If they were asked to leave like this, what kind of face would I have to compete for the position of head sect in the future?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiguang shouted: Don’t be scared by him. This sword screen just looks powerful. Let’s rush forward together. I don’t believe that he can still control those swords!
Many Quanzhen disciples agreed, but no one dared to rush up. After all, the sharp sound of the sword curtain whistling past is clearly audible, and it is not like the one who is strong outside and the other.
Seeing that everyone was not moving, Zhang Zhiguang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and shouted: Don’t be afraid, let’s throw the sword together!
The Tiangang Beidou Formation has been trained to cooperate similarly. If you encounter a difficult enemy, you will sometimes shoot the swords out. The person on the other side will receive the swords from your companions, and the enemy may be forced to be in a hurry and reveal flaws.
After receiving Zhang Zhiguang's reminder, the Taoists woke up as if they were dreaming, raised the sword in their hands forward, and then used their other hand to use internal force to hit the end of the hilt. For a moment, countless swords immediately shot towards Song Qingshu in the middle.
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and the sword curtain surrounding him suddenly accelerated a little. Then a jingling sound sounded in the hall. The long swords hit the sword curtain, as if water droplets hit the stone wall, and immediately scattered.
For a moment, the sharp swords in the hall flew away in irregular trajectories. Although Quanzhen's disciples were trained to catch each other, how could they catch such a trajectory-free sword?
The hall exclaimed in surprise, and it turned out that the roads were all injured by scattered swords, and almost no one could stand safely.
Song Qingshu looked around and saw that except for Ouyang Feng on the other side of the hall, the Qi Zi Quanzhen competing for internal strength, the surroundings were covered with true energy, and the distance was really far away. When the long sword flying over arrived, most of the force had disappeared. Therefore, they were shocked by their true energy and fell to the ground, which did not affect them.
Qiu Qianren was originally a bit of a headache when he was entangled with several Beidou formations, but these fast-flying long swords disrupted the opponent's formation. He took the opportunity to seriously injure several opponents and break the entire formation in one fell swoop.
Song Qingshu was also extremely shocked. Unexpectedly, the situation reversed in an instant, and the entire Quanzhen Sect basically lost its combat power.
Withdrawing the sword curtain, Song Qingshu stretched out his foot and stepped a bitter step. He instantly appeared in front of Zhang Zhiguang. He looked down at the Taoist priest who was lying on the ground with two swords stuck on his body and moaning. A joking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Zhou Lang had a clever plan to help the world, and he lost his wife and his soldiers.
When Zhang Zhiguang saw that the entire Quanzhen Sect might be destroyed because of his bad idea, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and wished that there was a crack in the ground to go straight into it.
Who knew that at this time, Song Qingshu suddenly raised his voice: Thank you, Master Taoist, for your help, we can subdue the noble education without any effort. This is the credit that I will never forget.
Zhang Zhiguang, you beast!
A traitor who is stingy inside and outside!
The dog thief who bullies his master and destroys his ancestors!
A despicable traitor!
……
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the Taoist priests in the hall glared at Zhang Zhiguang and cursed.
Zhang Zhiguang was so angry that he could explain but didn't know how to speak. After all, the facts were defeated, and if it were him, he wouldn't believe it.
However, the blame was too big, and he couldn't take it. Even if others didn't believe it, he had to explain it.
However, when he was about to speak, Song Qingshu's voice rang in his ears again: I can let you be the next Quanzhen Master, but it depends on whether you know each other or not.
Zhang Zhiguang was stunned. The other party was standing three feet away and his lips were not moving. Why did he hear his voice?
However, after all, he is an outstanding figure among the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, and he is well-informed. He soon remembered the unique skills of transmitting the voice in the martial arts world.
In addition to being shocked, Zhang Zhiguang's mind also turned rapidly. Now that the other party has been in a foregone conclusion, it will be useless to resist. It is better to obey the other party. After all, the other party cannot take charge of the Quanzhen Sect in person. He needs a spokesperson for interests, and he can use this opportunity to get the position of master of the dream.
Seeing that Zhang Zhiguang's face changed, he did not make any excuses, Song Qingshu knew that he was already moved.
The reason why Song Qingshu forced Zhang Zhiguang to the point of opposition to the entire Quanzhen Sect was to make him have no way out and could only hold his thighs tightly before he could continue to sit firmly.
Otherwise, if you choose someone who is deeply loved by the people of the sect to be the head of the sect, if the other party has any other thoughts, it will not be easy for the Quanzhen sect to retake it back.
Brother Feng, Gang Qiu, I’ll leave this to you. You can help Taoist Master Zhang clean up the mess, so I’ll go down the mountain first.
Compared to Quanzhen Sect, Song Qingshu was more concerned about Xiaolongnu's life and death, and was anxious to find a place to heal her.
Ouyang Feng was competing for his full strength and had no time to answer. Qiu Qianren smiled and said: Marshal, please don’t worry, leave it to us here.
Song Qingshu was about to leave, but the little dragon girl in her arms struggled to raise her head, slowly sweep her eyes into the hall, and whispered: Wait, where is Yin Zhiping?
Song Qingshu looked at the extremely beautiful woman beside him: Aren’t you leaving?Why, can't bear to part with me?
Dai Qisi's face turned red: Who can't bear to part with you? It's just that everyone is in a relationship with her companions and can't bear to see you being cut into a pool of mud.
I like this arrogant attribute of my wife very much.Song Qingshu looked at her with a playful look on his face.
What is pride?Dai Qisi was stunned at first, and then said angrily, "Besides, who wants you to like it?"
Hundreds of Taoists among the Chongyang officials were all monks and cultivators. Suddenly, they heard the two of them flirting and talking softly. They were all very embarrassed. The old one was quite embarrassed, and the young ones inevitably became a mortal heart.
Everyone looked at each other, and some couldn't help but blush.
Zhang Zhiguang shouted: Chongyang Palace is a pure place, so don’t say these indecent words here!
Song Qingshu smiled coldly: Not only impolite words, I also have to do something impolite, what can you do to me?
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his arms, grabbed Daiqisi's slender waist, hugged her into her arms, and then kissed her heavily in her shocked eyes.
Dai Qisi's mind suddenly became blank. She forgot to struggle for a moment, and let the other party kiss her red.
Xiaolongnu, who was hugged by Song Qingshu on the other side, looked at the two of them curiously. For some reason, such a scene seemed familiar. She couldn't help but think of the scene where the senior sister and Song Qingshu were flirting with each other in front of her in the inn that night. The originally pale cheeks suddenly became red.
Pu Cha Qiucao looked even more strange. She thought she had never paid much attention to the prince-consort of Tang Kuobian before. She didn't expect that he was such a bold person. Although she was very dissatisfied with Tang Kuobian's openly hooking up with a woman other than his wife, she had to admire the other party's heroic spirit at this moment. Now she was in a siege and treated all the heroes as if nothing had happened.
If Brother Yang was holding me like this... Some pictures appeared in Pu Cha Qiucao's mind, and the deer suddenly bumped into her, and a girl's heart burst into pieces.
It's indifferent!
Injustice!
It's simply outrageous!
……
The Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect in the hall were furious and rushed over with their long swords.
They were crowded with power, and the sword lights were flashing around them, and there was almost no place to dodge. Dai Qisi's face turned slightly pale, thinking that when her husband passed away, she didn't die with him, but today she had to share life and death with Song Qingshu.
She held up the sword and was about to come forward to meet the enemy. As for how many swords she could hold, she had no time to think about. Who knew that a great force came from her waist, and she fell back into Song Qingshu's arms, and his faint voice sounded in her ears: Let me leave it to you next.
It turned out that Song Qingshu had barely controlled Xiaolongnu's injury at this moment. He hugged Xiaolongnu with one hand and freed up his other hand to press it into the void. The dozens of swords scattered on the ground had trembled. The Taoists of Quanzhen Sect also noticed the abnormality. When they were shocked and doubtful, dozens of swords on the ground suddenly flew into the air, and began to rotate rapidly with Song Qingshu as the center, forming a dazzling sword curtain.
The Taoist priests who were close to them could not hide in time, and their skin was blooming and blood was flowing, which scared them to retreat quickly.
At first, the sword curtain just flew three feet into Song Qingshu. As they retreated, the entire aperture range suddenly expanded to nearly one meter.
Song Qingshu hugged Xiaolongnu like this, and walked leisurely outside the hall with Daiqisi and Pucha Qiucao as if taking a walk. No one from Quanzhen Sect dared to get closer along the way.
Dai Qisi looked at the flickering sword curtain around her, her red lips slightly opened. Is this really a martial art?No wonder even Mingzun was defeated by him!But at a young age, how did he practice this martial arts?
Not to mention Daiqisi, even the little dragon girl, who had always been calm and gentle, looked around curiously, with her eyes flashing. She thought that she could barely control dozens of swords at the same time with the net of heaven and earth, but the control range could only be a few inches around her body, and she could never expand to one meter away.
Moreover, because she controlled too many swords, the strength on each sword inevitably decreased a lot, which made her unable to break the defense when she encountered a real master. It was inevitable that she seemed to be a little tricky and lacked. However, the opponent's sword formation had no problems at all. Dozens of swords were spinning around at high speed. Whoever dared to get closer would be immediately grinded into meat.
Pu Cha Qiucao's reaction was the coldest one. After all, she was a little numb by the magical martial arts that the other party showed one after another. In addition, she always thought that Song Qingshu was Tang Kuobian. It was difficult for her to have any other ideas about a married man like Tang Kuobian. The only idea was to be amazed at Princess Gebi's vision of choosing a son-in-law. You must know that Tang Kuobian has always had little presence in the capital. Who knew that he was such a stunning and beautiful character.
Seeing that Song Qingshu and others treated others as if nothing had happened, they walked out swaggeringly. The Quanzhen disciples in the hall were all blinded. Zhang Zhiguang even turned his mind: So many of us surrounded them, and one of them was seriously injured. If they were asked to leave like this, what kind of face would I have to compete for the position of head sect in the future?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiguang shouted: Don’t be scared by him. This sword screen just looks powerful. Let’s rush forward together. I don’t believe that he can still control those swords!
Many Quanzhen disciples agreed, but no one dared to rush up. After all, the sharp sound of the sword curtain whistling past is clearly audible, and it is not like the one who is strong outside and the other.
Seeing that everyone was not moving, Zhang Zhiguang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and shouted: Don’t be afraid, let’s throw the sword together!
The Tiangang Beidou Formation has been trained to cooperate similarly. If you encounter a difficult enemy, you will sometimes shoot the swords out. The person on the other side will receive the swords from your companions, and the enemy may be forced to be in a hurry and reveal flaws.
After receiving Zhang Zhiguang's reminder, the Taoists woke up as if they were dreaming, raised the sword in their hands forward, and then used their other hand to use internal force to hit the end of the hilt. For a moment, countless swords immediately shot towards Song Qingshu in the middle.
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and the sword curtain surrounding him suddenly accelerated a little. Then a jingling sound sounded in the hall. The long swords hit the sword curtain, as if water droplets hit the stone wall, and immediately scattered.
For a moment, the sharp swords in the hall flew away in irregular trajectories. Although Quanzhen's disciples were trained to catch each other, how could they catch such a trajectory-free sword?
The hall exclaimed in surprise, and it turned out that the roads were all injured by scattered swords, and almost no one could stand safely.
Song Qingshu looked around and saw that except for Ouyang Feng on the other side of the hall, the Qi Zi Quanzhen competing for internal strength, the surroundings were covered with true energy, and the distance was really far away. When the long sword flying over arrived, most of the force had disappeared. Therefore, they were shocked by their true energy and fell to the ground, which did not affect them.
Qiu Qianren was originally a bit of a headache when he was entangled with several Beidou formations, but these fast-flying long swords disrupted the opponent's formation. He took the opportunity to seriously injure several opponents and break the entire formation in one fell swoop.
Song Qingshu was also extremely shocked. Unexpectedly, the situation reversed in an instant, and the entire Quanzhen Sect basically lost its combat power.
Withdrawing the sword curtain, Song Qingshu stretched out his foot and stepped a bitter step. He instantly appeared in front of Zhang Zhiguang. He looked down at the Taoist priest who was lying on the ground with two swords stuck on his body and moaning. A joking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Zhou Lang had a clever plan to help the world, and he lost his wife and his soldiers.
When Zhang Zhiguang saw that the entire Quanzhen Sect might be destroyed because of his bad idea, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and wished that there was a crack in the ground to go straight into it.
Who knew that at this time, Song Qingshu suddenly raised his voice: Thank you, Master Taoist, for your help, we can subdue the noble education without any effort. This is the credit that I will never forget.
Zhang Zhiguang, you beast!
A traitor who is stingy inside and outside!
The dog thief who bullies his master and destroys his ancestors!
A despicable traitor!
……
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the Taoist priests in the hall glared at Zhang Zhiguang and cursed.
Zhang Zhiguang was so angry that he could explain but didn't know how to speak. After all, the facts were defeated, and if it were him, he wouldn't believe it.
However, the blame was too big, and he couldn't take it. Even if others didn't believe it, he had to explain it.
However, when he was about to speak, Song Qingshu's voice rang in his ears again: I can let you be the next Quanzhen Master, but it depends on whether you know each other or not.
Zhang Zhiguang was stunned. The other party was standing three feet away and his lips were not moving. Why did he hear his voice?
However, after all, he is an outstanding figure among the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, and he is well-informed. He soon remembered the unique skills of transmitting the voice in the martial arts world.
In addition to being shocked, Zhang Zhiguang's mind also turned rapidly. Now that the other party has been in a foregone conclusion, it will be useless to resist. It is better to obey the other party. After all, the other party cannot take charge of the Quanzhen Sect in person. He needs a spokesperson for interests, and he can use this opportunity to get the position of master of the dream.
Seeing that Zhang Zhiguang's face changed, he did not make any excuses, Song Qingshu knew that he was already moved.
The reason why Song Qingshu forced Zhang Zhiguang to the point of opposition to the entire Quanzhen Sect was to make him have no way out and could only hold his thighs tightly before he could continue to sit firmly.
Otherwise, if you choose someone who is deeply loved by the people of the sect to be the head of the sect, if the other party has any other thoughts, it will not be easy for the Quanzhen sect to retake it back.
Brother Feng, Gang Qiu, I’ll leave this to you. You can help Taoist Master Zhang clean up the mess, so I’ll go down the mountain first.
Compared to Quanzhen Sect, Song Qingshu was more concerned about Xiaolongnu's life and death, and was anxious to find a place to heal her.
Ouyang Feng was competing for his full strength and had no time to answer. Qiu Qianren smiled and said: Marshal, please don’t worry, leave it to us here.
Song Qingshu was about to leave, but the little dragon girl in her arms struggled to raise her head, slowly sweep her eyes into the hall, and whispered: Wait, where is Yin Zhiping?
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