Martial Arts Super Slave Master

Song Qingshu seemed to be bombarded by the Thunder of Nine Heavens!

He Song Qingshu admired Zhou Zhiruo for a day or two. If Zhou Zhiruo was taken away by Zhang Wuji, then Song Qingshu would recognize him.

But now, Zhou Zhiruo was actually holding an unfamiliar man's arm, and Song Qingshu thought he was much more handsome than this unfamiliar man.

As for strength cultivation, Song Qingshu was even more confident.

In his opinion, this strange man in front of him could not be a strong man at all, because Song Qingshu could almost tell the young generation of strong men in the martial arts.

But the man in front of him was definitely a green onion he had never heard of!

Although the mount that the man stepped on was very powerful, and the cloak on the back of the man was extremely cool, in Song Qingshu's opinion, these cool things were the favorites of some scumbags!

"Bah! Where did the daring madman come from! He dared to break into my Wudang Mountain Gate, and let me, Song Qingshu, teach you a lesson!"

With a loud shout, Song Qingshu jumped and landed in front of Luochen's golem army.

"Song Qingshu, rub it, it turns out it's you!"

Luochen heard that it was Song Qingshu, and immediately hugged Zhou Zhiruo tighter in his arms, and at the same time kissed Zhou Zhiruo fiercely.

Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks were flushed, she was shy and happy, and her face was still filled with happiness.

"Ah! Zhiruo! You...you...how could you be like this! As the head of Emei, how could you be like this with a strange man in the crowd, Zhiruo!"

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu's heart was cut like a knife! It seems that the blood in the heart is madly flowing out, heartache, who can understand?

"Ah—you bastard! Who are you! What tricks did you use to deceive Zhi Ruo, I want to fight with you!"

Seeing that his beloved was so arrogant and shy in the arms of another man, Song Qingshu's head was congested with blood.

Hearing that Song Qingshu actually called him a bastard, Luochen's face suddenly darkened.

But before he could speak, Zhou Zhiruo in his arms unleashed an icy murderous aura!

"Song Qingshu! Dare to scold my master, I will cut your tongue!"

With a bang, Zhou Zhiruo's long sword was unsheathed. With her current cultivation strength, dealing with Song Qingshu was like chopping vegetables and melons.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the shadow danced in the sky! This sword pointed directly at Song Qingshu's tongue!

Chapter 50 The Disgusting Horror Righteousness

With this sword, Zhou Zhiruo was filled with boundless anger!

If you dare to scold your master, you must be tortured before you die!

"Ah—Zhi Ruo, stop! I'm Qing Shu!"

When Song Qingshu saw that Zhou Zhiruo had drawn his sword in front of him, his face changed greatly, as if it was like shit, and he suddenly exclaimed.

But Zhou Zhiruo doesn't care whether he is a green book or a red book, as long as you dare to disrespect my master, you will be turned into a bad book!

Zhou Zhiruo's sword was as fast as a shooting star, and when Song Qingshu had no time to resist, he stabbed his sword directly into his mouth.

"Wow! Ah, ah, ah, uh uh..."

Song Qingshu only felt a piercing pain in his mouth. Then he opened his mouth and spat out the flesh and blood of his tongue, unable to utter any more words!

He became dumb!

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

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When the seven Wudang disciples guarding the mountain gate saw that Song Qingshu himself was injured, and the injuries were so severe, their faces turned pale with fright.

This Song Qingshu is the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. At this moment, someone had his tongue cut off. If the seven of them escaped, the fate would definitely be worse!

"Humph! You and Song Qingshu are all damned!"

When Zhou Zhiruo saw seven more people appearing, he would raise his sword and kill them all.

"Wait! Zhiruo is back!" Luo Chen suddenly shouted.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo did not hesitate, and immediately returned to Luochen's arms, and asked gently, "Master, what are your orders?"

Luochen smiled, and he called out Zhou Zhiruo, not because the Virgin's heart was overflowing, but because just now, the golden-haired lion beast suddenly conveyed a wish to him.

That is the will to eat people!

The golden-haired lion beast felt the arrogant and righteousness of these Wudang disciples, which is the atmosphere of martial arts!

Fallen dust is the devil! Full of magic! Nature and Haoran are at odds with each other!

It's just that Luochen's Demon King is too strong, and this level of righteousness can't affect him at all, so he doesn't even feel the slightest bit.

And the golden-haired lion beast, as Luochen's mount, naturally also strongly repelled Haoran's righteousness!

But he didn't have the attributes of a demon king, so he was immediately very tired of this kind of righteousness!

More importantly, at the moment when the golden-haired lion beast was furious, the system told Luochen to let the golden-haired lion beast eat these people with awe-inspiring righteousness, so that they could absorb their awe-inspiring righteousness, so as to improve their cultivation, and finally have May evolve!

"Go! Here's your snack!"

Luochen patted the back of the golden-haired lion beast that stepped down, then jumped up to embrace Zhou Zhiruo, and released the golden-haired lion beast.

"Roar!"

With Luochen's permission, the golden-haired lion beast slammed its powerful limbs on the ground and rushed out. Its huge body, like a wild beast, immediately leaped towards the seven Wudang disciples.

These seven Wudang disciples were rushing up to help Song Qingshu, but suddenly, they suddenly discovered that something was blocking the sun!

Looking up, these seven people were so frightened that their feces and urine collapsed!

Because in their sight, the golden-haired lion beast that seemed to be the size of the smaller half of the house had already rushed over from the air, and the moment when the mouth of the blood basin opened, it was as big as two or three washbasins!

A rough estimate, this mouthful, at least can hold at least three or four heads!

Roar!

With its mane standing, the cultivation of the golden-haired lion beast is equivalent to innate and acquired. It is simply not something that these few Wudang disciples can resist, and they ate two Wudang disciples in one bite.

The other five Wudang disciples were so frightened that their legs were weak, and two of them were so frightened by the mighty and domineering golden-haired lion beast that they knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy.