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Chapter 2189 The Horror in My Heart

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It's not a threat, it's just a fact and reasoning.

Fang Yeyu continued, not to mention that although the master has high martial arts skills, he is not invincible in the world. For example, our imperial teacher Basiba, and my master’s magic master Pang Ban, no one of them will win, not to mention that our great Khan has achieved great magical skills, even my master is ashamed of himself.

The previous news about Temujin practicing magic skills was heard from him. Now that they have been confirmed by their insiders, Song Qingshu couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart, which was higher than the martial arts of Basiba and Pang Ban. What kind of existence does Temujin exist now?

Seeing that he was silent, Fang Yeyu couldn't help but be overjoyed: The master is a godlike figure, so he can naturally distinguish the pros and cons. After we return to our country, we will inevitably give you a few good words to the master in front of the Khan.

Waiting for him was a little cold star. Fang Yeyu tried to raise his two halberds to hold the opponent's weapon in a shocked manner, but the reaction was one step slower after all. He looked down at the long sword inserted into his throat. He looked in disbelief: Why...why?

He couldn't understand why the other party knew that Mongolia was so powerful and chose to kill him so unwisely. Aren't he afraid of bringing a catastrophe to Goryeo?

Since Mongolia is so strong, I naturally have to get rid of you a few minions first.

Even if Fu Cailin is really here, he would not believe Fang Yeyu's nonsense. After he went back, he pretended that nothing had happened and said good things for Goryeo?

What about cheating a three-year-old child is more likely to be that they will make trouble in front of Temujin after they go back and then start a revenge.

What's more, Song Qingshu is not Fu Cailin, and he doesn't need to care about Goryeo's life or death.

Although Fang Yeyu is good at martial arts, he is still a little worse than the level of a master. However, in Song Qingshu's eyes, he is more important than a master like Shuiyue Sect. No matter how high the martial arts of Shuiyue Sect is, he is just a hawk. However, a person like Fang Yeyu who is outstanding in wisdom is a confidant. Although it is not as exaggerated as killing him, it can also save a lot of trouble in the future.

My master will avenge me... Fang Yeyu felt that his strength was flowing out quickly, and he was extremely frightened. He was arrogant and his martial arts. He made achievements in Mongolia in the future and would definitely become a famous figure in history. But he didn't expect that he would die here silently. He hated and was very unwilling to accept it!

Magician Pangban?Sooner or later, I will have a fight with him.Song Qingshu withdrew his sword, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A blood arrow rushed out, and Fang Yeyu fell heavily to the ground, unable to say anything anymore.

Xu Lagu was panicked. Seeing the masters under his command being killed, and now that even Fang Yeyu was dead, he couldn't help but feel cold: Don't come here!

Don’t you have a very high martial arts skills? Why don’t you go up and fight him?

Mrs. Zhen beside him smiled happily. She didn't expect any disturbances this so-called assassin could cause. But he knew that his martial arts skills were so high that he actually washed away the Mongolian villa directly. Seeing the former enemies die one by one, a trace of inexplicable pleasure rose in her heart.

You must know how many times I want to kill these people over the years, but I can't succeed.

Shut up bitch!

Xu Laigu cursed, and at the same time he felt a little regretful. Speaking of which, he barely had the strength of a master. If he had joined forces with those people just now, instead of the way he played the same way as before, he might not have been able to stop the other party, but who knows that this person's martial arts are so terrifying?

Your martial arts skills are very high?

Thinking of his arrogant and arrogant look on weekdays, Song Qingshu felt a violent murderous intent surge in his heart. He frowned slightly. What's wrong with him? Why did he feel like he couldn't control his emotions? Did he kill too many of them just now?

Xiao Wang’s slightest practice is naturally not as good as the master. I don’t know what conditions the master can let me go?

Although Hulagu had martial arts and was facing a life-and-death crisis at this time, he found that his hands and feet were a little out of control and could not perform at all.

In the final analysis, he was afraid that he would hit the opponent's sword as if he had taken action, just like those people just now, and he would have really been done.

He has many soldiers and generals under his command, and has conquered countless countries. He is the most powerful person in the world. He has countless beautiful concubines and a great country in his family. He has not had time to enjoy it. He doesn't want to die here just like this.

As for direct surrender, he did not have any psychological burden. You should know that when Khan started his business, he was also very weak, and temporary tolerance was not something that could not be accepted.

Let you go?Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept urging him to kill him directly and kill him so that he could not let go of his revenge.

But Song Qingshu also knew very well that as one of the few remaining legitimate grandsons of the Mongolian Khan and as a real-power prince who controls nearly one-fifth of Mongolia's power, if he dies in Xingqing Prefecture, he will inevitably bring endless military disasters to Xixia.

Your martial arts skills are so high, but you are still afraid of this and that. Are you not depressed to live like this?Song Qingshu only felt an invisible villain in his ears constantly mocking and urging.

Shut up!Despite the mask covering, Song Qingshu's face was still very ferocious at this time, and he kicked Xu Lagu's head directly. If the kick was firm, it would burst like a watermelon.

Suddenly, the appearance of Mu Wanqing, Li Qinglu, Yelu Nanxian and others appeared in his mind, as well as the people in Xingqing Prefecture whom he saw on weekdays. Song Qingshu suddenly changed the direction of his feet and stepped down on Hulagu's knees.

Ah!Xulagu covered his legs and kept rolling on the ground, struggling and wailing desperately. He was a master and knew that his legs had been completely shattered.

Death crime can be spared from the crime of living.

Song Qingshu left a cold sentence and quickly turned around and left. He felt that his mind was extremely unstable at this time, and he was worried that he could not help but kill Hulagu in an impulse.

Suddenly he frowned and grabbed it directly. Mrs. Zhen had been sucked into her hand by him. At this time, she was holding a dagger in her hand. It turned out that just now she saw Hulagu lying on the ground and lost the power of resistance. She grabbed a weapon from the ground and stabbed Hulagu in the chest.

If I let him go, do you want to kill him?Song Qingshu's eyes were red, which was extremely magical and unkind.

I... my hatred with him is as deep as the sea.After he looked at it, Mrs. Zhen felt palpitations. She saw the situation of the other party easily killing many Mongolian masters.

He can't die, at least he can't die now.Song Qingshu said coldly, worried that Mrs. Zhen would have any trouble here, so she directly grabbed her shoulder and left the Mongolian temple.

Along the way, Song Qingshu felt that his blood was churning, and he had an inexplicable murderous intent, as if the killing just now was far from enough. He was not unfamiliar with this situation. This was not the first time that the inner demon of Huanxi Zen appeared. At this time, he needed to completely vent his anger, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

A faint fragrance could be smelled at the tip of her nose. Just now, Hulagu had sent someone to bathe and change clothes for Mrs. Zhen in order to enjoy the beauty better. At this time, her snow-white and delicate skin on her chest was not known because of water vapor or her excitement after revenge, and she felt a little more pink. She was mature and beautiful, exuding an amazing feminine charm.