Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 62 One Sword Once Became a Million Army
Monk Peng knew that this time he might be in danger. In terms of kung fu, he was more than enough to fight five eagle shooters, but he would rather be surrounded by ten Mongolian soldiers than face a eagle shooter in the dark alone. hand.

After he finished talking to Zhou Dian, he turned around and ran towards the end of the street. When he passed by the door of the shop where Song Qingshu and the others were hiding, he said to Song Qingshu inside: "Song Shaoxia, Monk Peng may not be able to repay your life-saving grace in this lifetime." Now, if there is an afterlife, I will repay you with a grass ring."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his fists at Song Qingshu and strode forward.

Song Qingshu was still inside the shop at the moment, seeing Monk Peng disappearing outside the door, he suddenly walked towards the door, but Ji Xiaofu grabbed his arm and said, "Qingshu, you have to think about it." She seemed to have guessed what Song Qingshu was going to do.

Ren Laifeng and Liu Sipiao looked at them suspiciously, wondering what Song Qingshu was going to do, and why Ji Xiaofu told him to think about it.

Song Qingshu turned his back on the three of them, but the voice came: "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Xiaofu said: "If you go to save them, people in the Jianghu will definitely say that Wudang is in collusion with the Mingjiao. This will have a great impact on your reputation of Wudang for a century."

After Song Qingshu heard this, his innate qi shook, and Ji Xiaofu suddenly felt the palm of Song Qingshu's hand trembling and numb, and he couldn't help letting go.

Then I saw Song Qingshu striding out of the house, his voice echoed in the shop: "What do I, Song Qingshu, want to do, except for the Wudang people, it's best for everyone in the Jianghu to shut up, otherwise this Jianghu, don't care."

After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door, raised his right hand, and the Yitian sword flew into his hand.

As soon as he walked out, Ren Laifeng and Liu Sipiao looked at each other, then drew out their swords in unison, ready to go out with Song Qingshu to meet the enemy, but they were stopped by Yang Yaoqin just two steps away.

"Don't make trouble!" Yang Yaoqin shook her head at the two, signaling them not to go out.

"But..." Ren Laifeng was about to speak when Liu Sipiao covered his mouth, and Liu Sipiao nodded to Yang Yaoqin.

Yang Yaoqin explained: "I know you two are affectionate and righteous, and want to fight against the enemy together with him, but your skills are too poor."

Both of them blushed when they said this sentence, but they had no way to refute, so they just bowed their heads and remained silent.

Yang Yaoqin looked at Song Qingshu outside the door, her mind was full of thoughts, why didn't she want to go out to help him, but in the end it was still the same sentence - poor skill.

In fact, her kung fu is not weak at her age, it can even be said to be very strong, but it is a pity that she followed Song Qingshu.

Besides, Song Qingshu, he has come to the long street and is walking towards the high platform. Behind him is Monk Peng who has gone far away. Sanren, one is Wudang Song Shaoxia who is ready to kill and save others.

At this time, Zhou Dian didn't see Song Qingshu coming towards him, and was yelling at the disciples of the Ming Cult: "Brothers! Listen to my password and run away, Xiaozhuang's word is flowing!"

"Yes!" Mingjiao disciples responded in unison, waiting for Zhou Dian's order.

Zhou Dian bowed his body, prepared to give an order, and then ran to the high platform while he was in chaos. The kind of platform can go up in a blink of an eye. When the time comes, catch Lin Zhiwen first and keep the Mongols still, and his brothers will also go up. can escape.

As for how Zhou Dian escaped in the end, he didn't think about it at all. It was nothing more than a choice between life and death. If he could live the best, if he couldn't live, he would have to pull a few backs. After 18 years, he would be a hero again.

Thinking of this, he actually started laughing, realized that he was laughing, and slapped himself again, and then rushed forward fiercely, with the word "San" stuck in his mouth.

But at this moment, a palm was slapped on his shoulder from behind—and at this moment he jumped forward—who knew that the palm was as strong as fine iron, and it threw him on the spot with a single blow. He rushed and pulled two huge forces, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

"I'll go to your mother..." Zhou Dian opened his mouth to curse before he got up, but when he saw that it was Song Qingshu who knocked him down, he didn't say the rest.

At this time, all the Mingjiao disciples were nervous, waiting for the password, but this one heard Zhou Dian scolding, and couldn't help but look back at him, only to find that it was the young man who hit them flying with a sword, and immediately looked at each other. Knowing whether to run or stay put.

Song Qingshu held the Yitian sword in his hand, looked at the Mingjiao disciples not far away, then looked at a few people on the high platform, and finally said to Zhou Zhen: "With this sword, I respect Mingjiao for daring to defeat a country!"

After finishing speaking, the Yitian sword pointed at the ground obliquely, and with a kick on the carriage beside him, the whole person rushed to the high platform in the distance.

And Lin Zhiwen on the high platform also found him, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrows! Shoot them all to death! Let the arrows go!"

The next moment, arrows from all directions were all coming towards Song Qingshu, and every arrow was powerful, passing through the air, leaving behind a whistling sound, while the hundred and ten arrows flew together, and the hundred and ten whistling sounds merged into one another. As a whole, it gives people an unstoppable momentum.

Song Qingshu was in the air, turning a blind eye to the flying arrows, filling the Yitian sword with innate qi in his hand, and made a gesture in the air.

"【Sword Swinging Poses】!"

Everyone could only hear a loud noise coming from their ears, and the eardrums of some people with low skills seemed to be shattered, and they couldn't hear any sound except humming in their ears.

But everyone stared intently at Song Qingshu standing in the air, and saw that he was surrounded by green aura, and swiped the Yitian Sword above his head. The flight paths were all squeezed in the direction of the Yitian sword, densely packed end to end, like a big fish, swimming along the path drawn by the Yitian sword.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Yitian Sword is like a fishing rod, and those long arrows are like a big fish biting the hook, swimming with the fishing rod.

The Yitian Sword drew a few circles in the air, and the "big fish" also swam a few circles in the air. Then, Song Qingshu's figure suddenly changed, and he went towards the big fish. Swallow", but saw him stab the "fish head" with the Yitian sword, the tip of the sword touched the tip of the arrow, and there was a light "ding" sound, and then the sound spread wider and louder.

Then the whole "big fish" exploded suddenly, and hundreds of long arrows scattered in all directions in an instant, each rushing towards the surrounding Mongols.The flying strength did not show any attenuation, and it was in front of many Mongolian soldiers in an instant.

Almost all the Mongolian soldiers were stunned. They never imagined that the arrows they shot would be "shot" back, and they would die under the arrows they shot.

From the long arrow shooting at Song Qingshu to being "shot" back by Song Qingshu, it was only a few snaps of the fingers, but in such a short period of time, the NMG soldiers could feel the feelings of Mingjiao disciples when they faced Song Qingshu, but they It was worse than Mingjiao disciples. Mingjiao disciples were nothing but injured, while they were dead.

When the last Mongolian soldier was shot by the last arrow, he fell from the roof to the ground, his body twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

In an instant, the entire long street was silent.

At this moment, Song Qingshu was still in the air, and when he stepped on his left foot and stepped on his right foot, his figure rose a little bit, and after a few back and forth like this, he gently landed on the high platform.

Seeing Song Qingshu go up to the high platform, the two guards behind Lin Zhiwen looked at each other, one of them smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "Hero, you want to trouble Lin Zhiwen, it has nothing to do with us, we both have nothing to do with you." It was tricked by him, we will leave now, we will leave now.”

The other person also bowed his waist and smiled.

After finishing speaking, the two climbed down the wooden ladders on both sides of the high platform. Song Qingshu just stared at Lin Zhiwen, but ignored the two of them leaving.

But just when Lin Zhiwen thought that Song Qingshu was really going to let the two of them go, the two had already descended to the wooden ladder, half of their bodies had already climbed down, leaving only their hands on the high platform.

Lin Zhiwen felt a flash of blue light, and then heard two screams from both sides, and then two muffled sounds, and then there was no more sound, and only two pairs and a half were left on the left and right sides of the high platform. palm.

Lin Zhiwen knelt down with a "plop", but when he saw a water stain flowing from his crotch, he was so frightened that he lost control.He used to think that people in the Jianghu were not worth mentioning, and how personal force could stand up to fine iron cannons, but now he saw that his soldiers were as fragile as babies in front of this Jianghu people, and the hundred and ten people died in an instant. together.

He looked at the young man in front of him, as if he was looking at a demon god. He waved the Yitian sword expressionlessly, walked in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his neck , and dragged it outside the high platform.

"Young hero, hero, spare your life, spare your life!" In the face of death, Lin Zhiwen first poured out feces and urine, and then spat out all kinds of begging words for mercy.

But Song Qingshu was unmoved by it, and directly dragged Lin Zhiwen to the edge of the high platform, without listening or asking, and threw it directly, Lin Zhiwen howled miserably, and fell down.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Dian happened to be under the high platform at this time, and he went up more than a foot to catch Lin Zhiwen in the air.

Lin Zhiwen burst into tears when he saw someone catch him, and thanked him again and again.

Zhou Dian supported Lin Zhiwen and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed. Unexpectedly, when he reached the ground, he suddenly threw Lin Zhiwen under his feet. He heard a muffled "bang" in an instant, and he didn't know he fell. A few bones were broken, and what's more, Zhou Dian fell straight onto Lin Zhiwen's back, letting him use him as a back pad, while he stood on the ground intact, but he fell and stepped on it. , Lin Zhiwen spurted blood immediately, half of his life was lost.

But Zhou Dian was not going to let Lin Zhiwen go, so he grabbed Lin Zhiwen's long hair, spit thick phlegm on Lin Zhiwen's face and said: "Even the hair is twisted, parents and ancestors don't want it anymore, right?" Is it comfortable to be a Mongolian dog and lick the soles of your feet? You forget your ancestors and have no humanity!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Lin Zhiwen's hair and dragged him away into the crowd. As he walked, he said to the Mingjiao disciples: "Come on, brothers, greet each of you with a sip of saliva first, and kick twice when you are out of breath, but you can't give me a hand!" Kill him, kill him, I will play with you! Did you hear me!"

"Don't worry, Master Zhou, I promise to leave you with a full beard and tail."

Zhou Dian smiled and kicked that disciple, then threw Lin Zhiwen away, and left him alone, allowing the disciples to spurn and kick Lin Zhiwen.

What he was worried about at the moment was Monk Peng. He lured away the eagle shooter. He didn't know where he was now, what happened, whether he escaped or was shot dead.

For a moment he felt extremely flustered and kept walking back and forth, but suddenly found Song Qingshu walking by him, and he reached out his hand to hold Song Qingshu by some strange coincidence.

"What about Monk Peng?"

(End of this chapter)