With a long spear in hand, it suddenly seemed like a silver dragon going out to sea, with a brilliant cold light coming out. The shot in the darkness seemed extremely stunning.
Song Qingshu's heart was shocked. Although he knew that Xu Laigu's martial arts skills were very high, he realized that he was underestimated at this moment. With a spear in his hand, his entire aura doubled. When he was in the world, he was also the top master.
What made Song Qingshu even more troubled was that the other party did not stab him, but greeted Mrs. Zhen.
Song Qingshu's most rational approach at this time was to continue attacking Xulagu regardless of Mrs. Zhen's life or death. Within a few moves, Mrs. Zhen would be instantly stabbed by the other party's spear and could not save him even if the Daluo Jinxian came.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and finally took action to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a man who was so beautiful. If he sat there and watched a woman die in his arms like this, he would be unable to get over that hurdle in his heart. Second, he did not really want to kill Hulagu, because the other party was sensitive to his identity. If he was killed here, he would immediately attract the Mongolian army to the point of being under the brink of the border. With the style of the Mongolians, he would inevitably massacre thousands of miles of city and blood flowed into a river.
Now that Song Qingshu has not integrated the power in his hands, it is unwise to start a war with Mongolia immediately.
Hulagu has been circulating in the Western countries over the years, and his eyesight is so vicious. Seeing this, the spear in his hand continues to attack Mrs. Zhen in his arms, buying time for himself.
Song Qingshu's warm and soft jade in his arms with one hand, and his other hand was empty, and the gun flowers in the sky were instantly falling into loneliness.
Xulagu felt his mouth numb and almost couldn't hold on to the spear in his hand. He couldn't help but feel shocked. You must know that his martial arts are also the best in Mongolia, and there are countless powerful generals and masters in Western countries that can't stand up to ten moves under his gun. Now that he has attacked with all his strength, he is caught by the other party with one hand.
However, although he was panicked, his hands were not confused. Not only did he not escape, he instead used what he had learned throughout his life and continued to attack the other side.
He was born in Mongolia and knew very well that he should never expose his back to the enemy.
As a result, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little headache. After all, Xulawu was a master at the level of a master. Now that he had such a desperate fighting style, he still had to protect Mrs. Zhen's safety, and he couldn't help but feel a little busy for a moment.
Prince!
There are assassins!
The door suddenly became noisy. There was such a big noise inside the house. If the guards outside still didn't respond, they could all retire and return home.
The door was knocked open suddenly, and two figures rushed in first.
One of them had extremely bizarre speed and body movements. He looked like a shadow. He came to Song Qingshu in an almost-slip position and attacked him directly in the next three ways.
The Holy Fire Order’s Martial Arts?
Song Qingshu was shocked. He had fought with Zhang Wuji over the years and the three Persian envoys before. He was extremely familiar with this set of treacherous martial arts. When a normal person encounters such a powerful and strange move, he must be retreating and guarding. In this way, he would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would be detested on the spot.
Song Qingshu then refused to retreat but advanced, and directly punched the opponent's head, not only dissolving his subsequent moves into invisible, but also turning defense into offense, instantly changing the situation.
The visitor was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he obviously felt that he was also shocked. He didn't expect that his killer move would be countered instantly.
He hurriedly put his hands in front of him and held the opponent's fierce punch.
Seeing the twisting and transferring feeling coming from his fist, Song Qingshu immediately understood that the other party was using the great movement of the universe to remove his fist strength.
Old man in the mountains!At this time, Song Qingshu had already confirmed the other party's identity and was also a little afraid of his name as the King of Killer. Now he is alone in the enemy camp and does not want to fight him in close combat.
For decades, the old man in the mountains has made a huge name in the West, which makes everyone frightened. Who knows how many secret methods he has to kill.
The level of martial arts is never necessarily positively related to the ability to kill people. Although the old man in the mountains is strong in martial arts, Song Qingshu is not too worried. Instead, the other party is proficient in assassination skills, which makes him very afraid.
The old man in the mountains seemed to be equally afraid of his martial arts, and he did not fight for life and death as soon as he came. The two of them were about to part with each other and tacitly stopped at the same time.
However, Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless at all, because at this time a narrow and sharp knife was unsheathed. The sharp sword light instantly made the candlelight in the room dimly. This knife was like the bright moon in the well, and also like the breeze in the mountains, quiet and gentle, but behind it was filled with a breath of destruction.
Song Qingshu felt a stern heart, and did not dare to be careless at all. He grabbed a candlestick next to him and threw it directly over.
It seemed to be thrown casually, but the timing and strength were just right. Before the opponent's sword reached its peak, it detonated the breath in advance. The candlestick was shattered by the knife air, and the lamp oil in it splashed everywhere, bursting up sparks, preventing the surrounding warriors from surrounding them.
At that moment, Song Qingshu saw clearly the appearance of the person who had a knife. He was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless outer jacket like a razor-like red-blooded sleeve, pure white and brand new pants, and straw sandals.
The snow-white and thick hair hung on the wide shoulders, and the eyes were filled with light and light, and the face was as sinister as the eagle had no expression at all.
The knife in his hand was flat and narrow, and the blade and hilt were half longer than the Middle Earth sword.
Japanese people?
Seeing that more and more Mongolian masters were coming after hearing the news, Song Qingshu was unwilling to fall into the siege. He made a quick decision and took advantage of the flash of everyone's eyes being shining by the fire, so he soared into the sky and broke through the roof and fled out.
Don't let them run away!
Hulagu was furious. Mrs. Zhen was the think tank of Hualazimo. If it weren't for her existence in recent years, Mongolia would have completely eliminated Hualazimo. According to the Mongolian senior executives' evaluation of her, her value alone is comparable to that of a Mongolian 10,000-person team.
However, compared to her, Hulagu was more afraid of the mysterious man. He could break through the tight guards and appeared silently in his bedroom. This was so creepy. A person was offside and had a higher power, and he cared more about his life. Now it seemed that he was hanging a sharp sword on his head at any time. Who could withstand this fear?
But as soon as he finished speaking, a ball of black stuff roared.
careful!The Japanese warrior next to him hurriedly reminded him.
Hulagu himself was a master. He hurriedly picked up the spear in his hand and stabbed it. He had already seen clearly that it was a tiles. It should have been thrown by the man when he broke through the roof just now, but under his spear, it would immediately turn into powder.
But the tiles suddenly paused in the air, and then accelerated suddenly. With the slower part, they just dodged his spear and slapped directly on his face.
Ah!Hulagu screamed and fell directly to the ground.
Song Qingshu's heart was shocked. Although he knew that Xu Laigu's martial arts skills were very high, he realized that he was underestimated at this moment. With a spear in his hand, his entire aura doubled. When he was in the world, he was also the top master.
What made Song Qingshu even more troubled was that the other party did not stab him, but greeted Mrs. Zhen.
Song Qingshu's most rational approach at this time was to continue attacking Xulagu regardless of Mrs. Zhen's life or death. Within a few moves, Mrs. Zhen would be instantly stabbed by the other party's spear and could not save him even if the Daluo Jinxian came.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and finally took action to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a man who was so beautiful. If he sat there and watched a woman die in his arms like this, he would be unable to get over that hurdle in his heart. Second, he did not really want to kill Hulagu, because the other party was sensitive to his identity. If he was killed here, he would immediately attract the Mongolian army to the point of being under the brink of the border. With the style of the Mongolians, he would inevitably massacre thousands of miles of city and blood flowed into a river.
Now that Song Qingshu has not integrated the power in his hands, it is unwise to start a war with Mongolia immediately.
Hulagu has been circulating in the Western countries over the years, and his eyesight is so vicious. Seeing this, the spear in his hand continues to attack Mrs. Zhen in his arms, buying time for himself.
Song Qingshu's warm and soft jade in his arms with one hand, and his other hand was empty, and the gun flowers in the sky were instantly falling into loneliness.
Xulagu felt his mouth numb and almost couldn't hold on to the spear in his hand. He couldn't help but feel shocked. You must know that his martial arts are also the best in Mongolia, and there are countless powerful generals and masters in Western countries that can't stand up to ten moves under his gun. Now that he has attacked with all his strength, he is caught by the other party with one hand.
However, although he was panicked, his hands were not confused. Not only did he not escape, he instead used what he had learned throughout his life and continued to attack the other side.
He was born in Mongolia and knew very well that he should never expose his back to the enemy.
As a result, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little headache. After all, Xulawu was a master at the level of a master. Now that he had such a desperate fighting style, he still had to protect Mrs. Zhen's safety, and he couldn't help but feel a little busy for a moment.
Prince!
There are assassins!
The door suddenly became noisy. There was such a big noise inside the house. If the guards outside still didn't respond, they could all retire and return home.
The door was knocked open suddenly, and two figures rushed in first.
One of them had extremely bizarre speed and body movements. He looked like a shadow. He came to Song Qingshu in an almost-slip position and attacked him directly in the next three ways.
The Holy Fire Order’s Martial Arts?
Song Qingshu was shocked. He had fought with Zhang Wuji over the years and the three Persian envoys before. He was extremely familiar with this set of treacherous martial arts. When a normal person encounters such a powerful and strange move, he must be retreating and guarding. In this way, he would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would be detested on the spot.
Song Qingshu then refused to retreat but advanced, and directly punched the opponent's head, not only dissolving his subsequent moves into invisible, but also turning defense into offense, instantly changing the situation.
The visitor was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he obviously felt that he was also shocked. He didn't expect that his killer move would be countered instantly.
He hurriedly put his hands in front of him and held the opponent's fierce punch.
Seeing the twisting and transferring feeling coming from his fist, Song Qingshu immediately understood that the other party was using the great movement of the universe to remove his fist strength.
Old man in the mountains!At this time, Song Qingshu had already confirmed the other party's identity and was also a little afraid of his name as the King of Killer. Now he is alone in the enemy camp and does not want to fight him in close combat.
For decades, the old man in the mountains has made a huge name in the West, which makes everyone frightened. Who knows how many secret methods he has to kill.
The level of martial arts is never necessarily positively related to the ability to kill people. Although the old man in the mountains is strong in martial arts, Song Qingshu is not too worried. Instead, the other party is proficient in assassination skills, which makes him very afraid.
The old man in the mountains seemed to be equally afraid of his martial arts, and he did not fight for life and death as soon as he came. The two of them were about to part with each other and tacitly stopped at the same time.
However, Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless at all, because at this time a narrow and sharp knife was unsheathed. The sharp sword light instantly made the candlelight in the room dimly. This knife was like the bright moon in the well, and also like the breeze in the mountains, quiet and gentle, but behind it was filled with a breath of destruction.
Song Qingshu felt a stern heart, and did not dare to be careless at all. He grabbed a candlestick next to him and threw it directly over.
It seemed to be thrown casually, but the timing and strength were just right. Before the opponent's sword reached its peak, it detonated the breath in advance. The candlestick was shattered by the knife air, and the lamp oil in it splashed everywhere, bursting up sparks, preventing the surrounding warriors from surrounding them.
At that moment, Song Qingshu saw clearly the appearance of the person who had a knife. He was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless outer jacket like a razor-like red-blooded sleeve, pure white and brand new pants, and straw sandals.
The snow-white and thick hair hung on the wide shoulders, and the eyes were filled with light and light, and the face was as sinister as the eagle had no expression at all.
The knife in his hand was flat and narrow, and the blade and hilt were half longer than the Middle Earth sword.
Japanese people?
Seeing that more and more Mongolian masters were coming after hearing the news, Song Qingshu was unwilling to fall into the siege. He made a quick decision and took advantage of the flash of everyone's eyes being shining by the fire, so he soared into the sky and broke through the roof and fled out.
Don't let them run away!
Hulagu was furious. Mrs. Zhen was the think tank of Hualazimo. If it weren't for her existence in recent years, Mongolia would have completely eliminated Hualazimo. According to the Mongolian senior executives' evaluation of her, her value alone is comparable to that of a Mongolian 10,000-person team.
However, compared to her, Hulagu was more afraid of the mysterious man. He could break through the tight guards and appeared silently in his bedroom. This was so creepy. A person was offside and had a higher power, and he cared more about his life. Now it seemed that he was hanging a sharp sword on his head at any time. Who could withstand this fear?
But as soon as he finished speaking, a ball of black stuff roared.
careful!The Japanese warrior next to him hurriedly reminded him.
Hulagu himself was a master. He hurriedly picked up the spear in his hand and stabbed it. He had already seen clearly that it was a tiles. It should have been thrown by the man when he broke through the roof just now, but under his spear, it would immediately turn into powder.
But the tiles suddenly paused in the air, and then accelerated suddenly. With the slower part, they just dodged his spear and slapped directly on his face.
Ah!Hulagu screamed and fell directly to the ground.
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