Flower Stealing Master

Hearing these few words, Song Qingshu's eyes straightened. Others don't know what this means. Does he still know? In the previous life, Dugu Qiufei is a mythical character in the world. In this world, he has seen the words he carved on the mountain wall with his own eyes in the Shendiao Valley, and the sword intent has benefited him a lot over the years.

"Madam, you should be saved." Song Qingshu said.

Gu Ningqing muttered to herself: "Is the legend true?" In Wushuang City, she naturally also heard the legend about Dugu's line. Before Dugu died, Duguming even went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pray. Secretly despised this guy's approach, but now it seems that he really invited the ancestors?

"Madam stay here and don't move, I'll go out and have a look." After Song Qingshu asked Gu Ningqing, he hurried out of the tent.

I found that there was a man standing in the distance. He was not as old as he had imagined. Instead, he looked very young. The sword eyebrows and star eyes were different from the ordinary milk-white niche. There was an inexplicable self-confidence and calmness in his eyes, as if this Nothing in the world can stop him.

The black cloak was hunting and hunting in the cold evening wind. He stood there like a sharpest sword. On the other side, Meng Chixing's pupils shrank slightly: "Dugu seeks defeat?" As a demon elder , He naturally heard the legend of the other side.

"I didn't expect anyone in the rivers and lakes to remember me," the young man smirked, then his gaze fell on him, "Did you kill the one alone?"

Song Qingshu was shocked, no matter how old he was to be counted as Dugu seeking defeat, he would have to be hundreds of years old, how could he be so young? However, he thought that the old naughty boy Zhou Botong was not young anymore, but as he got older, many of his white hair turned black. It should be because of the profound arts cultivation to a certain level and the innocence of his mood, so to a certain extent You can rejuvenate.

In addition, there are those few of the Xiaoyao faction who are open-ended. They are obviously very old and 80, but they all look like little girls.

This Dugu Qiuqiu wanted to have either cultivated a technique similar to Changchun Immortality, or his skill reached an incredible level, which seems to be the latter at present.

After all, Meng Chixing is a great master of a generation and a giant of the magic sect. He naturally has arrogance in his heart. Hearing his inquiries like this, he coldly replied, "So what?"

Dugu sighed, "I didn't intend to go to the dust again, but Wushuang City and I still have some unresolved connections. After the son of the old man was killed, he still has to seek justice for him."

Song Qingshu's heart was beating wildly. The swordsmanship that Du Guming used in Xixia did have the shadow of Dugu seeking defeat, but the realm was too much different. At that time, there was some doubt, and now it is finally confirmed.

Meng Chixing also laughed loudly: "Open your eyes and take a look. This is no longer your time. I have a million Mongolian soldiers and countless under my command. You dare to come to the barracks by yourself? You can't help yourself."

Dugu Qiuqiu gave him a faint look without getting angry, and his voice was flat as water, as if he was saying something that could not be taken for granted: "You should do it first, otherwise there will be no chance."

Meng Chixing was furious: "Your excellency is so loud!" Of course, he can order Mongolian soldiers and warriors to go first, first to test the opponent's cultivation base, and second to consume the opponent's strength.

But now in full view, he also wants face!

What's more, as a great master, cultivation is one aspect, and cultivation of the mind is equally important. Which great master does not have absolute confidence and aura? How could one be weakened by a word from the other party?

"Then you die." Meng Chixing's pupils shrank, and his mental power was transformed into an entity. The nine transparent wind blades suddenly appeared around Dugu Qiufei out of thin air, and shot him away in the next moment. Tie into a hornet's nest.

You must know that when dealing with the Dugu party before, a wind blade broke the opponent's invincible master hand, and then reaped the opponent's life without reducing the momentum. Now it has gathered nine handles at the same time, attacking the opponent from all directions at the same time. It can be seen that he did not dare to despise the other party in the slightest.

Just when the nine-handed wind blade was released, and the momentum was about to increase rapidly, the shadow of a sword appeared on the top of Dugu Qiuqiu's head. He did not move at all, but the sword shadow on the top of his head had already spun out in advance, sending out extremely The sharp and sharp sound of breaking through the air, when the nine-handed wind blade was at its weakest, crushed it into dust.

Song Qingshu seemed to have a clear understanding. He remembered that Dugu's swordsmanship had always been offensive and not defensive. Every time he attacked the enemy, he would save him. Then, one move after another was like overwhelming the enemy, drowning the enemy.

If someone can let him close the sword and defend a move, he will rejoice for months.

Sure enough, Dugu Qiu defeated with a single sword, and after breaking the opponent's wind blade, he did not give the opponent the slightest chance to breathe, and instantly smashed into Meng Chi Xing.

Meng Chixing's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his offensive would be invisible by the opponent at the beginning, and the move that followed was so quick, but he reacted quickly. After all, he only needs to use his mind to block a transparent wall of light. In front of it.

Before, he only relied on this wall of light, and allowed Dugu to bombard countless punches with his invincible hand, but he didn't even shake it at all.

However, the previously indestructible light wall was under the opponent's sword, as if ice and snow encountered flames, and instantly broke into fragments, and then the opponent's sword did not stay at all, directly pierced through three light walls, and the last sword smashed the opponent's eyebrows.

Meng Chixing's tall stature became stiff, and he muttered to himself in a very bitter tone: "What a domineering sword."

Immediately, a line of blood spread across his eyebrows, and immediately after the pupils lost their luster, the whole person staggered and fell from the tower, and fell heavily to the ground, no more breath.

"Did you die like this?" All the soldiers chilled.

Even Song Qingshu is no exception. Although Meng Chixing is not a strong person in the realm of the great master, his method of turning his spiritual power into a real thing is quite clever. Even if he is in his heyday, it is not difficult to defeat him, but he must fight alone. It was not easy for him, let alone a move that ended his life.

The sword just now, replaced by me, can I take it down?

Song Qingshu only felt a little dry mouth.

"Meng Chi Xing!" Tie Muzhen had just arrived when he heard the news. He saw Meng Chi Xing handing over his opponent from a distance. He was about to come over, thinking about two to one, plus this thousands of horses. , The other party must die undoubtedly.

How do you know that Meng Chixing died in the blink of an eye, or was he killed by the opponent's move?

A hint of coolness rose behind him. Since he ruled Mongolia and the world, the word fear never appeared in his dictionary, but at this moment, he felt a deep fear.

"Did you lead people to destroy Wushuang City?" Dugu moved his gaze, looking at him quietly.