Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

"It's time to come, it's finally coming!"

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Chapter 25

Chapter 26 Father and Son in the Next Life

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, come and learn!"

Song Yuanqiao saluted with his sword in his arms, and then the long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and the light of the sword was cold, reflecting his extremely painful eyes.

Zhou Tong couldn't help trembling, he absolutely didn't want to see such a situation.

The next moment, Song Yuanqiao's sword was as bright as a rainbow, using Wudang swordsmanship, and directly killed him.

The sword light was sharp and cold, and his moves were deadly, as if he wanted to completely kill his own son on the spot.

Song Yuanqiao roared, and the sword light became more and more violent, sweeping like a storm, as if he wanted to pour out all his pain and suffering with the endless sword light.

Such a scene made everyone present couldn't help but sigh, even the cruelest person still has parents.

The father and son in front of them actually killed each other. Such a tragedy is really unbearable to witness.

The Emei disciple at the side saw Zhou Tong stepping back and did not dare to fight back, so he couldn't help saying anxiously: "Master Song, Senior Brother Song doesn't want to fight with Song Daxia. If this continues, the situation may not be good?"

"Are we really going to watch Senior Brother Song being killed by Song Daxia's sword?"

"This is definitely not a good thing for Wudang or Emei!"

Jingxuan said in a heavy tone: "On the ring, martial arts competitions teach skills, life and death are fate, and no one can interfere."

"This is a rule in the Jianghu. Once we make a move, I am afraid that everyone in the Jianghu present will rise up and attack."

Zhou Zhiruo tightly clenched her hands, the expressions in her eyes fluctuated, staring at the figures of the two in the field.

Zhou Tong used the spiral nine-shadow movement technique, looked up to the sky and screamed, looked at Song Yuanqiao and said in a low voice: "Father, the child is unfilial, fell into the trick of the traitor, and killed the Seventh Master Uncle by mistake."

"The child knows that he deserves to die. He should have wiped his neck with a sword long ago, and went to the Nine Springs to apologize to the Seventh Master Uncle."

"But……"

Zhou Tong gritted his teeth, and said with red eyes: "But the child still has unfinished business in this world, so he is really unwilling to die at this time."

"Wait for the boy to sweep away the heroes, defeat Zhang Wuji, and seek justice for Zhiruo, so that no one in the world will dare to see her clearly."

"At that time, the child will definitely go to Wudang Mountain in person, and when the time comes, he will be killed or scratched, so he will respect it with all his heart."

"Even if it's a thousand cuts to pieces, I'm willing to pay my life for the Seventh Master Uncle to comfort his spirit in heaven."

Zhou Tong's every word is sincere, containing great pain, torture and helplessness.

But Song Yuanqiao became even more angry when he heard the words, and roared: "You bastard, are you still obsessed with your obsession?"

"For Zhou Zhiruo, you did not hesitate to betray your master and kill your uncle, and even more so, you committed murders one after another in Shaolin Temple, a sacred place of Buddhism."

"For a woman, is it worth it?"

Song Yuanqiao's voice echoed across the field like thunder, making Zhou Zhiruo's face instantly pale.

"does it worth?"

"does it worth?"

"does it worth?"

At this moment, there seemed to be countless people roaring in Zhou Tong's ears, even the blood in his body boiled, and countless thoughts arose in his mind.

It seemed to be the instinct of this body, and it seemed to be Song Qingshu's remaining will.

Zhou Tong seemed to see a man with a drooping head and a dejected face. He murmured, "Father, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"A single mistake will cause eternal hatred!"

The phantom of this man appeared in his mind, crying bitterly, unable to be himself.

But Zhou Tong was furious at this time, and roared in his heart: "The reason why you betrayed the master is because you are greedy for life and fear of death; It was an accident, but he didn't take responsibility, instead he just walked away!"

"These things are one after another, what does it have to do with Zhou Zhiruo?"

"Why do you want to blame everything on a weak woman instead?"

Zhou Tong's roar of spiritual will was completely manifested at this moment, like a glaring King Kong, burning with golden flames all over his body, and uttered a deafening scolding.

"A majestic man, dare to act and act, and turn everything into a disaster for women, it is really shameless!"

"You, Song Qingshu, deserved what you deserved for what happened to you."

Zhou Tong's words were like a thunderbolt hitting the top of his head fiercely, making the phantom extremely ethereal.

"Haha!" The illusory shadow laughed maniacally, "So I deserve everything?"

"Greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Without virtue and incompetence!"

"No responsibility!"

"So this is me, Song Qingshu?"

He laughed, tears streaming down his face, and then he seemed to glance to the outside world, and saw Song Yuanqiao who was full of anger and grief.

"Dad, I was wrong!"

"I don't regret the beginning!"

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"I don't want to be your son in the next life, I'm not worthy...ah..."

Amid the painful wailing, the phantom completely turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

The moment the phantom disappeared, Zhou Tong instantly felt unprecedentedly relaxed. Both his mind and body seemed to have been wiped away from the dust and were transparent and flawless.

"Is that Song Qingshu's remnant soul? Or is it just my body's inner demon?"

"However, it doesn't matter anymore!"

Zhou Tong raised his head, looked at Song Yuanqiao who was coming to kill him with a sword in front of him, and murmured, "Since this is your son, it's only right for you to receive a sword!"

He stopped, no longer dodged, his body was as straight as a green pine, his hair was messed up by the strong wind, his brows and eyes were determined.

How can it be as expected, but please be worthy of my heart!

puff!

Scarlet blood splashed and splashed on Song Yuanqiao's face. His son's blood woke him up from his original madness.

"Why? Why don't you hide?"

Zhou Tong looked at Song Yuanqiao and said softly: "I am your son, how can I fight with you, I owe you this!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhou Tong in a daze, and felt a little strange at this moment. Is this still his narrow and stubborn son?

But the next moment, a sad smile appeared on his face, and he said, "In that case, I will send you on your way as a father."

"Don't worry, I will never let you go alone."

"You and my father and son went to Huangquan together to pay for your seventh uncle's life, and we will also live up to the father and son in this life..."

As Song Yuanqiao said, the extreme grief made him cough up blood, and he could not help but burst into tears on his always majestic face.

Zhou Tong raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao in front of him. He was in a daze for a moment, as if he saw his father in the previous life, and unconsciously, the white hair had grown on his head.

"Father, you are old!"

Zhou Tong smiled lightly, there was no fear or panic about going to death on his face, but an indescribable calmness and relief.

Song Yuanqiao slowly pulled out the long sword from Zhou Tong's chest, blood gushed out like a spring, he closed his eyes, and let the tears fall wantonly.

"Qingshu, don't blame dad!"

"In the next life, we will be father and son again!"

Keng!

The blood-stained long sword tore through the wind and fell towards Zhou Tong's neck...

Chapter 26 Father and Son in the Next Life

Chapter 27 Dazzling blood

Zhou Tong looked at Song Yuanqiao's long sword stabbing towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands covered behind him had already clenched into seals,

In any case, it is impossible for him to die under Song Yuanqiao's sword at this time. He will naturally bear the sins and sins committed by his predecessor.

But to die is just a coward's act, and his previous promises to Zhou Zhiruo will also become a joke.

Keng!

The sound of the sword's cry was intense and echoed in the air. Seeing this scene, Yin Liting's expression became extremely tangled, and he couldn't help shouting: "Master brother..."

Zhang Wuji and the others couldn't help being moved by it, and stood up subconsciously. As for the Emei disciples, they couldn't help but exclaim.

At the next moment, Song Yuanqiao sealed Zhou Tong's throat with a sword, causing Zhou Tong to die unexpectedly. The scene had become completely silent. No one thought that this scene of father and son fighting each other would be seen so soon.

Zhou Tong slowly closed his eyes, heaved a long sigh in his heart, and murmured: "After all, I still can't let Song Yuanqiao let me go for a while, then I can only feel sorry for you."

"Now I can't die!"

His fists behind his back suddenly exerted strength, and he was about to blast out with a vajra tota.

Zhou Tong was quite sure that he could break Song Yuanqiao's long sword with this punch, and then he would win the next round first, and then find a way to deal with Wudang.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard exclamations erupted from the audience, and the strands of hair that suddenly brushed across his face.

Zhou Tong opened his eyes suddenly, and the scene he saw completely stunned him.

At some point, Zhou Zhiruo stood in front of him, and the scarlet blood bloomed like a rose, dyeing her white veil red.

"Master!" The Emei disciples were terrified, and rushed up with their swords drawn.

Zhou Zhiruo's complexion was slightly pale, but she stretched out her hand stubbornly, stopping the movements of many Emei disciples.

There was blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, which was even more glaring against the white skin.

"Song Daxia, Song Qingshu is my husband, I blocked this sword for him."

Zhou Zhiruo's voice was soft, and the words trembled uncontrollably because of the pain, but it surprised many people.

"Emei, the head of Zhou and Song Qingshu, aren't they just a couple in name? Why did you risk your life to block this sword for him?" Someone murmured, still in disbelief.

Song Yuanqiao stared blankly at the woman in front of him, and was speechless for a while, but the original anger in his heart was swept away, and he couldn't lift the sword in his hand anymore.

Zhou Tong's complexion changed wildly at this time, he rushed over, embraced the crumbling Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, looked into her eyes, and growled angrily, "Why did you come up?"

"Why do you block this sword for me?"

"why?"

At this time, Zhou Tong's heart was full of worry and fear. The scarlet blood on Zhou Zhiruo's chest stung his eyes and made his heart feel like a knife.

At this moment he was afraid, he was afraid!

He was afraid of losing the woman in front of him, he was afraid that he would never see this woman again, he was afraid that this cruel woman would leave him like this...

All of this is completely beyond his imagination, and it shouldn't be like this!

He wanted to use anger to cover up his panic, fear and worry, but he couldn't hide the blood red eyes, trembling hands, and the worry and fear in his expression.

"Going to die, you know that?"

There was a hint of crying in Zhou Tong's words, and he asked in a ferocious tone: "Is it worth it?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised the corners of her mouth slightly, showing a very reluctant smile, and said intermittently: "You... are you worth it for...for me?"

Zhou Tong's heart was tightly pinched, and his eyes were full of this woman's blood-stained smile.

He couldn't help screaming up to the sky, wishing he could slap Song Yuanqiao to death.