Fragrance Stealer

From the gap in the window, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and the others attacking a young man with braids. I didn't know that I had misunderstood the person. I turned around and gritted my teeth at Song Qingshu: "You are not Wei Xiaobao, who are you?"

"Uh, I'm calling Song Qingshu." Song Qingshu subconsciously replied, not fully awake yet.

With a chill in her chest, Xia Qingqing looked down and found that her dress was messy and her nose was sore. She thought that out of fun, she volunteered to play this famous prostitute regardless of her husband's objection, but...

If Big Brother Yuan saw her appearance at this time, Xia Qingqing couldn't help shivering, and didn't care about finding Song Qingshu to settle the score. She clutched her neckline tightly, jumped out in the opposite direction, and disappeared into the night sky.

Seeing the incomparable dexterity she performed, Song Qingshu finally came to his senses. The other party was not a weak Qinhuai courtesan, but a female snitch with high martial arts skills.

"Brother Song, help!" Wei Xiaobao's shrill cry came from outside at this time.

It turned out that after Yuan Chengzhi and other masters silently solved the defense line deployed by Duolong on the periphery, they led their respective men to rush in, ready to catch a turtle in an urn.

As expected, Jiumozhi is the person with the highest martial arts in the field. The moment he sensed a trace of murderous aura, he pushed Wei Xiaobao a few meters away, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Xiaobao avoided Yuan Chengzhi's sure-to-kill blow that fell from the sky. sword.

The Blood Knife Patriarch and Sang Jie stretched out their hands to grab Wei Xiaobao left and right as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Jiumozhi's ambition to rejuvenate Tubo still needs to rely on Wei Xiaobao urgently, so no surprises will happen to him, so he quickly picked up two flaming knives and slashed at them from a distance.

The Blood Knife Patriarch and Sang Jie were startled, if they continued to reach out to grab Wei Xiaobao, their arms would be cut off, so they had no choice but to fight back to defend.

The Blood Knife Patriarch picked up the Blood Knife and slashed at the sweeping knife energy. After a sound of fine iron intersecting, the Blood Knife Patriarch stared blankly at the blood knife in his hand, terrified in his heart. A head-on blow from the opponent's blade a few meters away, turned out to be a tie!

Sang Jie transformed into several big mudras in succession to disperse the saber energy attacking him, but he had no energy left to chase after him. For five years, he was troubled: Although he was the number one master of the Shingon sect, Jiumozhi was the one who had been fighting for many years. Tantra No. 1, in this fight, the opponent's martial arts is indeed much higher than his own.

At this time, Duolong had already reacted, and quickly drew out his saber to guard Wei Xiaobao, just blocking Hong Antong, the dragon leader who was waiting for his opportunity.

As the head of the imperial guards, Duolong is naturally not weak in martial arts, but his kung fu is more for fighting on the battlefield. This kind of Jianghu fight is a big disadvantage. He fell between the tables and chairs beside him.

Fortunately, he more or less played a blocking role, Wei Xiaobao finally reacted, and hurried to the side, crying ghostly while running: "Brother Song, help!"

Hong Antong let out a smirk, a big roc spread its wings, condescending, and within a short while was about to grab Wei Xiaobao's Tianling Gai.

At this moment, a sharp piercing sound came from Hong Antong's ears. The thunderous momentum caused Hong Antong's expression to change drastically. , Hastily still did not completely escape.

Touching the foot-long cut on his arm, Hong Antong looked back with a gloomy face, and saw a wooden sword stuck in a pillar not far away, the tail of the sword was trembling.

"Your Excellency, as an old man in the martial arts world, I really admire you for attacking someone who has no martial arts skills at all." Song Qingshu touched Wei Xiaobao's toes and landed lightly from the second floor, blocking Wei Xiaobao's body.

"Brother Song, he is the leader of Shenlongdao Hong, and his martial arts are superb. You have to be careful." Wei Xiaobao hid behind Song Qingshu, finally feeling at ease.

"It turns out that you are the young man that the ancestor of the blood knife said, and you really have some skills." As soon as the words fell, Hong Antong disappeared in place, and punched Song Qingshu's face.

When there were still a few feet before Song Qingshu could be reached, Hong Antong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly withdrew his palm and jumped to the side, but unfortunately it was still a bit late, and his shoulder was injured by a sword energy again.

Looking at the empty pillar, and looking at the wooden sword that had returned to Song Qingshu's hand, Hong Antong said in shock: "Capture the dragon!"

Song Qingshu was noncommittal, secretly complacent in his heart, this is just the 'two dragons absorbing water' in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, he improved it, but it can also achieve the same effect as the Dragon Capture Kungfu. Although the kind of swordsmanship that kills people thousands of miles away in the invisible in the fantasy movies seen in the previous life is unlikely, but within a hundred meters...

Hong Antong was furious in his heart, and now he was wounded twice by the opponent's wooden sword, the first sword was just fine, a little skin trauma, but the second one was injured by him to the shoulder, the sword energy penetrated into the bone, and now he may only be able to display seven martial arts at most. become.

It's not that Hong Antong's martial arts are too low, the first sword incident happened suddenly, and Song Qingshu's timing of the sword was too ingenious, it happened to be when he reached the highest point and was exhausted.

As for the second sword, it was entirely in Hong Antong's decades of rivers and lakes career that he had never seen a long sword that flew several feet away and could fly back automatically, without any precautions, which caused the empty door on his back to open wide. Injured by the wooden sword sucked back by Song Qingshu.

Jiumozhi looked at the six directions, paying attention to the situation on the field all the time, and couldn't help but feel excited when he saw this, "Mr. Song is indeed a master of swordsmanship. Given time, the reputation of the best sword in the world may not be guaranteed."

Yuan Chengzhi, who was fighting with him, complained secretly. This operation was full of twists and turns. First, Qingqing admitted the wrong person and led Song Qingshu into the room, which made everyone unable to capture Wei Xiaobao without knowing it.

After thinking about it later, it wasn't too bad for her to lure Song Qingshu, the opponent with the highest martial arts. They took advantage of this opportunity to take down Wei Xiaobao quickly.

Chapter 66 Fly separately

Jiumozhi was also secretly startled, the opponent's weapon was a snake-like long sword, the swordsmanship was fierce and treacherous, and the inner strength was also extremely profound, in the blink of an eye, the two fought more than ten moves, yet they were tied.

Why are there so many young masters in Central Plains Wulin?Jiumozhi was secretly startled, but Nan Murong was fine. Although his martial arts were good, he was still far from the prestige spread in the world. He didn't dare to underestimate the heroes of the world when he met Song Qingshu before. He didn't expect to meet again today. To a young man whose martial arts are not inferior to his own.

"Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi?" The opponent's weapon was so distinctive, Jiumozhi had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered who the opponent was.

"I don't know who is your master?" Yuan Chengzhi's face sank like water. In the past few years, he has made great progress in martial arts. He thought that there were few opponents in the Jianghu. He didn't expect that an ordinary monk could draw with him.

"National Master of Tubo, Great Wheel Ming King Jiumozhi has seen the Golden Snake King." Jiumozhi folded his palms together, secretly wielding the unique flame saber from Ningma Temple.

Yuan Chengzhi was lucky in the sword body, and the Golden Snake Sword made a slight sound of dragon chant, waiting for the opportunity to find the flaws exposed by the opponent.

"This fan monk is too powerful. I'll hold him back. You join forces and make a quick decision. It will be bad if the Qing court officers and soldiers react." Yuan Chengzhi said in a deep voice, but he didn't dare to look at everyone, all his energy was in the dove On Mozhi.

Seeing him open his mouth, Jiumozhi knew that his anger had more or less dissipated, his eyes lit up, and took advantage of this golden opportunity to attack him.

Yuan Chengzhi was afraid of his illusory flame sword aura, and Jiumozhi was also a little frightened by his weird swordsmanship, so although Yuan Chengzhi lost the opportunity, he was still able to hold the atrium.

Jiumozhi was secretly worried, he was held back by the opponent, he probably had to do hundreds of moves to decide the winner, the other three were all masters of martial arts, under combined attack, Song Qingshu might not be able to catch them.

Duolong at the side saw that the situation was not good, slipped out from the door quietly, and summoned the soldiers and horses of Xiaoqi Battalion.

Patriarch Xuedao and Lama Sangjie walked slowly around Song Qingshu, and together with Hong Antong, the three surrounded Song Qingshu tightly.

"The three of you are all well-established in the martial arts, and your combined age is more than ten times older than our young master, and you even joined forces to besiege him. Shame or not!" Shui Sheng was about to take advantage of the chaos and escape when he turned around and saw Song Qingshu Surrounded by three people, he couldn't help but sneer.

"This little lady is so handsome, she really likes the patriarch." The blood knife patriarch has ruined the chastity of countless ladies on weekdays, so he couldn't tell that the other party was a man disguised as a woman. He glanced at Shui Sheng, his eyes full of greed.

Lama Sangjie had a bad nose at Jiumozhi just now, and he was very angry. Seeing that the two of them hadn't moved, he was determined to save face in front of the other two. The great light seal with the greatest power of mudra.

With such a distance, Song Qingshu felt that the air around him seemed to be solidifying, and his expression changed, and he quickly drew his sword on several virtual points in the air.

Lama Sangye was terrified. This young man was so young, but his vision was like that of a great master. Just now, his calm points were just on the weak points of the aura he created. The biggest feature of Mahamudra It is to create a force field that is beneficial to oneself a few meters around in advance. The stronger the force field, the more obscure the opponent's luck and counterattack.

Unexpectedly, before the formation of the Great Light Seal, the force field was suddenly scattered by the opponent's fierce sword energy, Sang Jie snorted, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.

Song Qingshu didn't feel well either. He used a point to break the opponent's big handprint neatly, but Sangjie was the number one master of the Shingon sect, one of the four major sects of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. .

"Young Master Song, be careful!" Wang Yuyan subconsciously exclaimed.

Duan Yu gave her a complicated look, and said sourly: "Miss Wang, let's go while we are in chaos, otherwise we won't be able to leave no matter which side of them wins later."

"But Mr. Song is kind to me, how can I leave him at a critical moment?" Wang Yuyan frowned and replied, watching the fierce battle of several people in the field, and imitating how many people were fighting in her mind, watching Can you speak out to help Song Qingshu?

"What kindness does he have for Miss Wang?" Duan Yu murmured, "Didn't you see that he and Wei Xiaobao Jiumozhi call each other brothers?"

"What Mr. Duan said is true." With a long roar, a handsome young man with a jade-like face came in.

Looking at the person coming, Duan Yu said shyly, "Mr. Murong is good."

"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan turned her head in surprise, seeing her cousin who was thinking day and night to rescue her, she couldn't help but her nose sore, she almost cried out.

It turned out that Murong Fu knew that after Jiumozhi had captured Wang Yuyan, he hurriedly led his family to chase after her, and finally caught up today.

Wang Yuyan's affectionate shout of cousin really broke Duan Yu's heart, but he had no choice but to pick up the wine glass on the table and pour down a glass of strong wine.