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Clang~!

With the Zhenwu sword back in its sheath, Song Qingshu turned around indifferently.

The cold sharpness in his eyes made Zhao Min feel for the first time that there are some people in this world that she can't see through.

"Ahem, Song Shaoxia," Zhao Min forced an unnatural smile on his face, "Look, it was the two elders Xuanming who broke into the Wudang branch and killed the Wudang disciples."

"Now that they are dead, the misunderstanding between us should be resolved!"

The living Xuanming elders are valuable.

The dead Xuanming elders are just two corpses.

Zhao Min is very smart, he will not provoke an enemy like Song Qingshu just because of two worthless dead people.

It's a pity that Zhao Min hoped to calm things down, but Song Qingshu was not so easy to deal with.

He looked at Zhao Min and said: "The princess is joking, the lives of my two Wudang disciples are worth more than these two old dogs."

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat.

Immediately, his face darkened.

Chapter 19 If you kill one person in Wudang, you will kill three thousand yuan soldiers

The lives of two disciples of the Wudang sect are more valuable than the two elders of Xuanming?

Are you kidding me, you must know that the two elders Xuanming are the existence of the sixth and seventh heavens of the acquired realm.

Moreover, they are proficient in the art of joint strikes. If the two join forces, even if they face the existence of the Houtian Yachongtian, they can win the battle.

Their value, especially better than [-] elite soldiers, can only be compared with two Wudang branch helm disciples?

"Song Shaoxia, don't go too far." Zhao Min's face sank like water, "Although you are powerful, no matter how strong a warrior is, you can't fight against thousands of troops."

"It really provoked the imperial court's fury, and the army suppressed the situation. I'm afraid Song Shaoxia and Zhang Zhenzhen, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, they can only exhaust their true energy and die from exhaustion."

Speaking of this, Zhao Min has completely torn his face.

In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and schemes are false, and can only be suppressed with stronger power.

The elite cavalry of the Mongols is enough to crush any sect in the Central Plains.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, in front of tens of thousands of troops, there is no chance of any chance to contend, so he can only flee in embarrassment.

If you resist forcefully, you will die from exhaustion.

It is precisely because of this that although there are many heroes in the martial arts in the Central Plains, they rarely confront the imperial court head-on.

"The Mongolian iron cavalry is famous. It is not difficult to level Wudang Mountain."

Song Qingshu looked directly at Zhao Min, and said indifferently: "But after leveling Wudang Mountain, your Dayuan royal family must always be prepared for being approached by me."

Zhao Min sneered: "You are too confident, even Zhang Sanfeng dare not be so arrogant."

Song Qingshu didn't speak anymore, he held the Zhenwu sword and walked straight towards the city gate.

Outside the city gate are hundreds of Mongolian elite cavalry.

Judging by Song Qingshu's appearance, it is obvious that he did not go out of the city to send warmth.

"Young master!"

"Song Shaoxia, don't be impulsive!"

"Now that Zhao Min is in our hands, we can completely force those Mongolians to retreat. You don't need to take risks."

……

Seeing Song Qingshu walking towards the outskirts of the city alone, everyone panicked.

A ranger in the rivers and lakes and an elite soldier on the battlefield are two completely different concepts.

With the same cultivation level, ten knight-errants can easily kill ten elite soldiers on the battlefield.

But when the number of elite soldiers reaches more than one hundred, there will be a qualitative change, just like a sharp sword that can easily tear apart a hundred rangers of the same realm.

Even a natural master like Zhang Sanfeng can only guarantee to escape from the encirclement among thousands of troops at best.

If you really want to be desperate and fight to the death without retreating, killing dozens or even hundreds of people will consume a lot of energy and physical strength, and you will be forced to die by the crowd tactics.

As for Wan Jun taking the head of the general from it, that's easy to say.

If you really want to be surrounded by thousands of troops, with enemies in all directions, it will be difficult for you to tell the difference between south, east and north, let alone find the leader.

At this time, although there were only two or three hundred Mongolian elites outside Danyang Town, they had already begun to take shape.

If they are really surrounded by them and form a deadlock, even the ultimate powerhouse of the Houtian Jiuchongtian may not be able to retreat unscathed.

Now, although Song Qingshu beheaded Lu Zhangke.

But no matter how powerful his strength is, can he still compare to Jiu Chongtian's extreme master?

It would be too much to fight against hundreds of elite soldiers single-handedly!

……

However, even though everyone was persuading him, Song Qingshu's footsteps still did not stop for a moment.

He walked steadily, neither fast nor slow.

Every step is taken, the stride is exactly the same size, as if measured with the most accurate ruler.

Every time he took a step, his momentum would accumulate by one point.

The real martial arts sword in his hand clangs and clangs, as if it will fly out of the scabbard at any moment, killing the enemy and drinking blood.

"This is……"

Zhao Min stared blankly at Song Qingshu, muttering to himself, "Invincible?"

The so-called invincible momentum refers to the firm belief that one is invincible and invincible, even if thousands of troops are in front of him, he is still an invincible overlord.

This kind of power is easy to say, but among thousands of people, there may not be one person who can master it, and it is not inferior to sword intent.

Among the people that Zhao Min met in his life, only a supremely powerful member of the Yuan court royal family possessed such dominance.

I still remember that time, when Zhao Min met that strong man, he was only five years old.

However, more than ten years later, that terrible situation is still vivid, which shocked Zhao Min unceasingly.

Zhao Min never expected that Song Qingshu was just a young man in his early twenties.

Not only comprehend the sword intent that can only be comprehended by a peerless swordsman, but also comprehend the invincible momentum that can only be comprehended by a peerless overlord.

Could it be said that he is more evil than Zhang Sanfeng and the supreme powerhouse of the royal family?

This man must not stay!

There was a murderous intent in Zhao Min's eyes. As the princess of Dayuan County, she was by no means an ordinary woman, possessing great courage.

Facing the peerless arrogance among the Han people, if you are sure you can't win over, then destroy him!

Not to mention that Zhao Min and everyone else had their own thoughts, at this time Song Qingshu had put everything down in his heart.

At this moment, he entered a miraculous realm.

In his eyes, the whole world has disappeared, leaving only a city gate in front of him, getting closer and closer.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pushed open the city gate, the yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and there was a haze outside the gate.

Hundreds of elite Mongolian soldiers lined up neatly in front of Song Qingshu, their swords drawn and their swords drawn, and there was a faint condensed momentum.

Ordinary people who have never seen the world, in the face of this general trend, will be terrified in an instant.

"Song Qingshu, let our princess go quickly, otherwise the Yuan court will be furious and will make your Wudang blood flow like a river!"

The Mongolian officer rode on a tall horse, raised his whip and pointed at Song Qingshu, threatening.

Song Qingshu raised his head indifferently, looked up at the Mongolian officer, his originally flat gaze gradually became sharper.

A terrifying and domineering momentum rushed towards the face, pressing the Mongolian officer to sweat profusely, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

boom!

The Mongolian horse collapsed to the ground, and was so overwhelmed by this domineering force that it spattered the officer with feces and urine.

"You... you you you... what do you want!"

The Mongolian officer pointed at Song Qingshu in horror, his head went blank for a moment.

Clang!

Song Qingshu didn't speak, but slowly pulled out the Zhenwu sword.

A drop of blood dripped onto the ground along the smooth blade of the Zhenwu sword.

In the next second, the Mongolian officer lost his gaze, and a bright blood flower slowly bloomed at his throat.

Next to it, several Mongolian team leaders shouted in horror: "You... you actually killed the adults!"

"Bastard, you are finished, the whole Wudang will be buried with you!"

"Wait for our army to flatten Wudang Mountain, and blood will flow like a river!"

……

"A guy like an ant dares to threaten me."

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at those elite Mongolian soldiers, a red light flashed in his eyes.

Although it has only been a month since he traveled to this world, those people on Wudang Mountain have already been recognized by Song Qingshu.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang Seven Heroes are close relatives.

Threatening him with the Wudang faction is undoubtedly touching his reverse scale in this world.

He was angry.

"Today, I, Song Qingshu, have spoken here. If Wudang is destroyed once, I will destroy your Mongolian battalion. If Wudang is killed by one person, I will slaughter three thousand people from your Yuan Dynasty!"

"Two disciples of Wudang died today, and the lives of the two elders, Xuanming and Xuanming, were almost lost!"

"Including your words, it's barely enough!"