The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 38 I Just Want to Do an Experiment
"Return my brother's life!"

Song Xuan made twelve kills with one sword, and suppressed most of the people, but in the Demon Cult, there was a tall and strong man with a mace in his hand, but he jumped up and threw the huge stick at Song Xuan.

This person's internal strength is shown in the bronze mirror, which is the eighth level of the acquired state.

This level of cultivation is already regarded as a very strong figure in Jiang Hu. Two years ago, Song Xuan's level of cultivation was no more than this level.

"The Zhuang flag cannot be used!"

In the Devil's Cult, someone roared angrily, calling for him to retreat quickly.

But the strong man called Zhuang Qishi didn't react at all, like an iron tower, with a mighty momentum, when a stick fell, there were bursts of violent friction in the air.

His name is Zhuang Zheng, and he is the envoy in charge of the Mingjiao Ruijin Banner.He was born with supernatural power, and his internal and external skills were of the highest level. Even though he knew that the man in Tsing Yi was extremely powerful, he was not afraid at all.

If you don't kill this person today, they, the Three Banners, will probably have to stay here!
Facing the giant stick that was coming head-on, Song Xuan did not dodge or dodge, the long sword in his hand flickered coldly, and the lightning flashed and the stars flew.The long sword was slashed out, and the scarlet sword energy howled, like rushing thunder, like lightning, and rushed forward.

Zhuang Zheng felt the mace loosen in his hand, and the spiked head of the stick was cut open instantly under the sharp and cold sword aura, and then the sword aura roared upwards, cutting off half of his head!

"Zhuang Banner Envoy!"

Seeing the death of the envoy holding the flag of Ruijin Banner, everyone in the Demon Cult cried out in grief.

At the same time, Miejue Shitai had already joined the battlefield, and drew out the Yitian sword behind his back, where he passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and there were many casualties.

Whether it is flesh and blood or weapons, under the might of Yitianjian's magic weapon, all of them were cut off, and no one could stop them!

Even Song Xuan couldn't help taking another look at the Yitian Sword in Juejue's hand.

It is worthy of being the magic weapon of today's martial arts. If this sword is in his hands, he would even dare to kill Guangmingding by himself and pick the demon sect's lair!

After looking at it twice, he looked away.

He is of great use to the Emei Party, but falling out over a sword is not worth it!
"The envoy who holds the flag is martyred and dies, we will never live by stealth!"

"Brothers of the Flood Banner and the Fire Banner, retreat quickly, I will stand behind you!"

Seeing that Zhuang Zheng was killed by Song Xuan, the remnants of Ruijin Banner's congregation became mad one by one, and started to rush forward madly.

Next, there were various voices of retreating and cries of revenge for the Rui Jinqi brothers in the future.

Song Xuan was a little silent when he saw this brotherly enthusiasm.

This group of guys with faith is really tough.

Even Yin Liting, the Six Heroes of Wudang who hated the Demon Cult deeply, felt that it was meaningless after killing several members of Ruijin Banner, and began to speak out to persuade them to surrender.

Extinguished but still not relieved, Yitianjian killed more than ten people in a row, and then used the method of acupoints, and fixed the remaining fifty Ruijin Banner members in place.

"Master, how should we deal with these people?" Yin Liting asked.

"Keep moving forward, and kill Jitian before the next round of battle!" Jue Hen said.

But then, she seemed to think of something, and turned to look at Song Xuan who was wiping his sword beside him.

"Nephew Song, what do you think?"

Song Xuan shook his head and said, "These people can be regarded as men who risk their lives, and they are also good fighters against the rule of the Yuan court. If it is possible, I would actually like to recruit them."

Juejue chuckled and said, "It seems that Nephew Song really has great ambitions. But, don't even think about recruiting or surrendering. If these members of the Devil's Cult can be recruited, they won't be called the Devil's Cult by us!

These people are insane! "

Song Xuan smiled: "Let me try!"

As he spoke, he walked up to a member of the Ruijin Banner sect who was standing still, and said, "Although you have been acupunctured, you can still speak. Let me ask you, do you want to live or die?"

"Hey, thief! Kill me as the envoy in charge of the banner, I wish I could tear you apart!"

Song Xuan sighed, flicked his fingers between his brows, and with a puff, a small blood hole appeared on the opponent's forehead, causing the person to die immediately.

"The two armies are at war, and life and death are at stake. If you don't surrender, you won't surrender. If you scold me, then I'm not used to your problem!"

Song Xuan snorted coldly, walked up to the next member of the Demon Cult, and said, "What about you?"

"Bah, dog thief."

puff! !

The sound of flesh piercing was heard again, and after killing the opponent with a single force, Song Xuan walked to the side of another person again.

"Would you like to surrender?"

The man subconsciously wanted to curse, but after seeing the cold murderous intent in Song Xuan's eyes, his lips moved, and finally he didn't speak.

Don't say surrender, don't say no surrender, choose silent confrontation.

Seeing this, Song Xuan smiled, and said to Miejue: "Look, this person is very polite. Such a person can still be kept!"

Next, Song Xuan asked one by one.

Among these people, some of them cursed at Song Xuan and were casually killed by Mr. Song, while some of them closed their eyes and refused to say anything.

For the sake of the righteousness in their hearts, they can calmly die, but if they die just because of talking, they always feel that it is not worth it!
There were more than 30 people, and finally [-] people remained.

These people are unwilling to surrender, but it does not mean that they really want to die.On the premise of not betraying Mingjiao, who would not want to live?

"I am a reasonable person."

Song Xuan said with a smile: "Our six major factions and your Mingjiao belong to the grievances and grievances left over from several generations ago. This is a problem left over from history. When they fight each other on the battlefield, don't blame anyone.

If I kill you, you can also kill me, each according to his ability.

There is actually no personal enmity between me and you, but those who scold me will have enmity! "

Everyone was silent.

Song Xuan continued: "On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and life and death are life and death. But now that the battle is over, I am not a person who kills indiscriminately. How about I make an agreement with you?"

No one from the Demon Cult spoke.

Song Xuan sneered: "Why, you people of the Demon Cult, don't you have any manners at all?"

The next moment, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader finally spoke, "We've been arrested for inferior skills, we admit it. But if you want us to surrender, forget it.

It's nothing more than one death, so what's the difference between early death and late death? "

"It's not for you to surrender!"

Song Xuan said with a smile: "Let's make an agreement. If I let you go, you can also return to the Ming Cult. But in the next battle between me and the six factions, you can't interfere anymore. How about it?"

"This" the man hesitated.

"You are prisoners!" Song Xuan shouted: "To put it bluntly, you should be a corpse now!"

"I will give you a chance to survive, but you must not participate in the next big battle. Can't you accept this condition?"

"Mr. Nephew Song!" Miejue Shi was too displeased: "How can the demons have integrity? If you really let them go back, they will definitely violate the agreement and continue to participate in the war!"

As soon as this remark came out, the Demon Cult man immediately became angry.

"We, the members of the Holy Cult, are all men of unyielding spirit who sacrifice their lives for righteousness. Have you ever violated what you promised?!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "So, you agreed?"

"Yes, I agreed, I'm afraid you don't have the guts to let us go!"

Song Xuan didn't say any more, afterimages flickered among the crowd, untied the acupuncture points of the crowd, and then drove them away like ducks.

After the Demon Cult members had gone far away, Jue Fang was dissatisfied and said: "Demon Cult monster, is this really how you let go?"

If someone else dared to make such a decision, she would have exploded a long time ago, but this person is Song Xuan, the third generation head of Wudang in the future, and her future son-in-law of Emei.

The most important thing is that Song Xuan's strength, not seen in two years, is already surprisingly strong, and she considers herself no match.

Song Xuan smiled and said: "Please forgive me, Master, for making a decision without authorization!
I just want to see whether it is Mingjiao's belief that is powerful, or the so-called human heart, which is more terrifying! "

Extinction frowned, she couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)