Chapter 2131
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With a long gun in hand, it was like a silver dragon going out to sea, with a brilliant cold light. In the dark, the gun was extremely amazing.
Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that although he has just had a glimpse of Xu liewu's martial arts, he still underestimates him at this moment. With the long gun in his hand, his whole momentum has doubled. He is also the top expert in the world.
What's more troubling to song Qingshu is that the other party didn't stab him with this shot, instead, they all said hello to Mrs. Zhen.
Song Qingshu's most rational way at this time is to continue to attack xuliewu regardless of the life or death of Mrs. Zhen. Within a few moves, he can take his life. But in this way, Mrs. Zhen will be stabbed with a long spear all over her body, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save her.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and finally he took out his hand to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a person who cherished beauty and jade in his heart. If he sat and watched a woman die in his arms like this, he would not be able to get past that; Second, he didn't really want to kill Xu liewu. He was sensitive to his identity. If he was killed here, he would immediately bring in the Mongolian army. With the style of the Mongols, he would surely kill the city thousands of miles and make a river of blood.
Now Song Qingshu hasn't integrated his power, so it's unwise to fight with Mongolia immediately.
In recent years, Xu liewu has been in many western countries, and his eyesight is so fierce that he continues to attack Mrs. Zhen in each other's arms with a long gun to buy time for himself.
Song Qingshu's one hand is warm and fragrant, and the other hand is in the air. The firecracker all over the sky falls into loneliness.
Xu liewu felt numb and almost couldn't hold the gun in his hand. He was horrified to know that his martial arts were also among the best in Mongolia. Those western countries didn't know how many fierce generals could hardly make ten moves under his gun. Now he was caught by the opponent with one hand when he attacked with all his strength.
However, although he was flustered in his heart, he didn't run away. Instead, he took what he had learned in his life and continued to attack the other side. Born in Mongolia, he knows that he should never expose his back to the enemy.
In this way, song Qingshu can't help but have a headache. After all, Xu liewu is a master level master. Now he is fighting so hard that he has to protect Mrs. Zhen's safety. For a moment, he is in a hurry.
"Lord!"
"Assassins!"
There's a lot of noise outside the door. There's so much noise inside. If the guards outside still don't respond, they can all go home.
The door was smashed open, and two figures rushed in first.
One of them is extremely treacherous in speed and body method, and the whole person is like a shadow. He comes to song Qingshu in an almost slippery posture and attacks him three times.
"Holy fire order martial arts?" Song Qingshu was surprised. He fought with Zhang Wuji these years, and the three envoys of the Persian wind and cloud before him. He was very familiar with this treacherous martial arts. The first reaction of a normal person to encounter these fierce and strange moves must be to step back and guard against them. In this way, he would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would hate on the spot.
Song Qingshu, instead of retreating, went forward and directly hit the opponent's head, which not only made his subsequent moves invisible, but also changed the situation in an instant.
The whole man was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he felt that he was also scared. He didn't expect that his killing move would be instantly countered.
Hands quickly close in front of the body, block the other party's aggressive punch.
Aware of the sense of distortion and transfer from his fist, song Qingshu immediately realized that the opponent was using the great move of heaven and earth to unload his fist strength.
"Old man in the mountain!" At this time, song Qingshu has determined the identity of the other party, and he is also afraid of the name of the king of killers. Now he is alone in the enemy camp and doesn't want to fight with him.
Over the past few decades, the old man in the mountain has made such a big name in the west, which makes everyone feel scared. Who knows how many secrets he has to kill.
The level of martial arts has never been positively related to the ability to kill people. Although the old man in the mountain is good at martial arts, song Qingshu is not too worried about it. On the contrary, he is very afraid that the other side is proficient in assassinating.
It seems that the old man in the mountain is also afraid of his martial arts, and they don't fight with each other when they come. As soon as they touch each other, they are separated, and they tacitly stop at the same time.
But song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, because at this time a long and sharp knife came out of its sheath, and the bright light of the knife instantly eclipsed the candle light in the room. The knife was like the moon in the well, and imitated the breeze in Foshan. It was quiet and gentle, but it was full of destruction behind.
Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that he doesn't dare to be careless. He grabs a candlestick beside him and throws it directly.
It seems to be a random throw, but the timing and strength are just right. Before the opponent's knife momentum reaches the peak, it detonates the breath ahead of time. The candlestick is blown to pieces by the gas of the knife, and the lamp oil splashes everywhere, exploding a group of sparks, preventing the surrounding warriors from encircling.
At that moment, song Qingshu saw the appearance of the man who made the sword. He was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless jacket like orangutan blood, pure white brand-new trousers and straw sandals. The snow-white thick hair hangs on the broad shoulder, the two eyes are shining, the face that is as evil as an eagle has no expression at all.
The blade in his hand is flat and narrow, and the blade and handle are half longer than that of Zhongtu Dao.
"Japanese?"
Seeing more and more Mongolian experts coming, song Qingshu didn't want to fall into the siege, so he made a quick decision. When the eyes of the people were dazzled by the fire, he rushed to the sky, broke through the roof and fled.
"Don't let them run away!" Xu liewu is in a bad temper. Mrs. Zhen is hualazimoo's think tank. If it wasn't for her, Mongolia would have wiped out hualazimoo all these years. According to the evaluation of the Mongolian high level, her value alone would be equal to that of a Mongolian ten thousand people team.
However, compared with her, Xu liewu is more afraid of the mysterious man. He can break through the tight guard and appear in his bedroom quietly. It's so creepy. A person who is offside and has high weight cares more about his own life. Now it seems that there is a sharp sword hanging on his head at any time. Who can bear this kind of fear?
But as soon as his voice fell, a mass of black things roared in.
"Be careful!" The Japanese samurai on the side hastened to remind him.
Xu liewu himself is a master. He quickly takes up his long gun and stabs it. He has seen that it is a tile. It should have been thrown by the man when he broke through the roof just now, but under his long gun, it will turn into powder immediately.
But the tile suddenly stopped in the air, and then sped up. This time, it just avoided his long gun and patted him on the face.
"Ah Xu liewu screamed and fell to the ground.
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With a long gun in hand, it was like a silver dragon going out to sea, with a brilliant cold light. In the dark, the gun was extremely amazing.
Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that although he has just had a glimpse of Xu liewu's martial arts, he still underestimates him at this moment. With the long gun in his hand, his whole momentum has doubled. He is also the top expert in the world.
What's more troubling to song Qingshu is that the other party didn't stab him with this shot, instead, they all said hello to Mrs. Zhen.
Song Qingshu's most rational way at this time is to continue to attack xuliewu regardless of the life or death of Mrs. Zhen. Within a few moves, he can take his life. But in this way, Mrs. Zhen will be stabbed with a long spear all over her body, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save her.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and finally he took out his hand to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a person who cherished beauty and jade in his heart. If he sat and watched a woman die in his arms like this, he would not be able to get past that; Second, he didn't really want to kill Xu liewu. He was sensitive to his identity. If he was killed here, he would immediately bring in the Mongolian army. With the style of the Mongols, he would surely kill the city thousands of miles and make a river of blood.
Now Song Qingshu hasn't integrated his power, so it's unwise to fight with Mongolia immediately.
In recent years, Xu liewu has been in many western countries, and his eyesight is so fierce that he continues to attack Mrs. Zhen in each other's arms with a long gun to buy time for himself.
Song Qingshu's one hand is warm and fragrant, and the other hand is in the air. The firecracker all over the sky falls into loneliness.
Xu liewu felt numb and almost couldn't hold the gun in his hand. He was horrified to know that his martial arts were also among the best in Mongolia. Those western countries didn't know how many fierce generals could hardly make ten moves under his gun. Now he was caught by the opponent with one hand when he attacked with all his strength.
However, although he was flustered in his heart, he didn't run away. Instead, he took what he had learned in his life and continued to attack the other side. Born in Mongolia, he knows that he should never expose his back to the enemy.
In this way, song Qingshu can't help but have a headache. After all, Xu liewu is a master level master. Now he is fighting so hard that he has to protect Mrs. Zhen's safety. For a moment, he is in a hurry.
"Lord!"
"Assassins!"
There's a lot of noise outside the door. There's so much noise inside. If the guards outside still don't respond, they can all go home.
The door was smashed open, and two figures rushed in first.
One of them is extremely treacherous in speed and body method, and the whole person is like a shadow. He comes to song Qingshu in an almost slippery posture and attacks him three times.
"Holy fire order martial arts?" Song Qingshu was surprised. He fought with Zhang Wuji these years, and the three envoys of the Persian wind and cloud before him. He was very familiar with this treacherous martial arts. The first reaction of a normal person to encounter these fierce and strange moves must be to step back and guard against them. In this way, he would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would hate on the spot.
Song Qingshu, instead of retreating, went forward and directly hit the opponent's head, which not only made his subsequent moves invisible, but also changed the situation in an instant.
The whole man was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he felt that he was also scared. He didn't expect that his killing move would be instantly countered.
Hands quickly close in front of the body, block the other party's aggressive punch.
Aware of the sense of distortion and transfer from his fist, song Qingshu immediately realized that the opponent was using the great move of heaven and earth to unload his fist strength.
"Old man in the mountain!" At this time, song Qingshu has determined the identity of the other party, and he is also afraid of the name of the king of killers. Now he is alone in the enemy camp and doesn't want to fight with him.
Over the past few decades, the old man in the mountain has made such a big name in the west, which makes everyone feel scared. Who knows how many secrets he has to kill.
The level of martial arts has never been positively related to the ability to kill people. Although the old man in the mountain is good at martial arts, song Qingshu is not too worried about it. On the contrary, he is very afraid that the other side is proficient in assassinating.
It seems that the old man in the mountain is also afraid of his martial arts, and they don't fight with each other when they come. As soon as they touch each other, they are separated, and they tacitly stop at the same time.
But song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, because at this time a long and sharp knife came out of its sheath, and the bright light of the knife instantly eclipsed the candle light in the room. The knife was like the moon in the well, and imitated the breeze in Foshan. It was quiet and gentle, but it was full of destruction behind.
Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that he doesn't dare to be careless. He grabs a candlestick beside him and throws it directly.
It seems to be a random throw, but the timing and strength are just right. Before the opponent's knife momentum reaches the peak, it detonates the breath ahead of time. The candlestick is blown to pieces by the gas of the knife, and the lamp oil splashes everywhere, exploding a group of sparks, preventing the surrounding warriors from encircling.
At that moment, song Qingshu saw the appearance of the man who made the sword. He was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless jacket like orangutan blood, pure white brand-new trousers and straw sandals. The snow-white thick hair hangs on the broad shoulder, the two eyes are shining, the face that is as evil as an eagle has no expression at all.
The blade in his hand is flat and narrow, and the blade and handle are half longer than that of Zhongtu Dao.
"Japanese?"
Seeing more and more Mongolian experts coming, song Qingshu didn't want to fall into the siege, so he made a quick decision. When the eyes of the people were dazzled by the fire, he rushed to the sky, broke through the roof and fled.
"Don't let them run away!" Xu liewu is in a bad temper. Mrs. Zhen is hualazimoo's think tank. If it wasn't for her, Mongolia would have wiped out hualazimoo all these years. According to the evaluation of the Mongolian high level, her value alone would be equal to that of a Mongolian ten thousand people team.
However, compared with her, Xu liewu is more afraid of the mysterious man. He can break through the tight guard and appear in his bedroom quietly. It's so creepy. A person who is offside and has high weight cares more about his own life. Now it seems that there is a sharp sword hanging on his head at any time. Who can bear this kind of fear?
But as soon as his voice fell, a mass of black things roared in.
"Be careful!" The Japanese samurai on the side hastened to remind him.
Xu liewu himself is a master. He quickly takes up his long gun and stabs it. He has seen that it is a tile. It should have been thrown by the man when he broke through the roof just now, but under his long gun, it will turn into powder immediately.
But the tile suddenly stopped in the air, and then sped up. This time, it just avoided his long gun and patted him on the face.
"Ah Xu liewu screamed and fell to the ground.
With a long gun in hand, it was like a silver dragon going out to sea, with a brilliant cold light. In the dark, the gun was extremely amazing.Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that although he has just had a glimpse of Xu liewu's martial arts, he still underestimates him at this moment. With the long gun in his hand, his whole momentum has doubled. He is also the top expert in the world.What's more troubling to song Qingshu is that the other party didn't stab him with this shot, instead, they all said hello to Mrs. Zhen.Song Qingshu's most rational way at this time is to continue to attack xuliewu regardless of the life or death of Mrs. Zhen. Within a few moves, he can take his life. But in this way, Mrs. Zhen will be stabbed with a long spear all over her body, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save her.Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and finally he took out his hand to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a person who cherished beauty and jade in his heart. If he sat and watched a woman die in his arms like this, he would not be able to get past that; Second, he didn't really want to kill Xu liewu. He was sensitive to his identity. If he was killed here, he would immediately bring in the Mongolian army. With the style of the Mongols, he would surely kill the city thousands of miles and make a river of blood.Now Song Qingshu hasn't integrated his power, so it's unwise to fight with Mongolia immediately.In recent years, Xu liewu has been in many western countries, and his eyesight is so fierce that he continues to attack Mrs. Zhen in each other's arms with a long gun to buy time for himself.Song Qingshu's one hand is warm and fragrant, and the other hand is in the air. The firecracker all over the sky falls into loneliness.Xu liewu felt numb and almost couldn't hold the gun in his hand. He was horrified to know that his martial arts were also among the best in Mongolia. Those western countries didn't know how many fierce generals could hardly make ten moves under his gun. Now he was caught by the opponent with one hand when he attacked with all his strength.However, although he was flustered in his heart, he didn't run away. Instead, he took what he had learned in his life and continued to attack the other side. Born in Mongolia, he knows that he should never expose his back to the enemy.In this way, song Qingshu can't help but have a headache. After all, Xu liewu is a master level master. Now he is fighting so hard that he has to protect Mrs. Zhen's safety. For a moment, he is in a hurry."Lord!""Assassins!"There's a lot of noise outside the door. There's so much noise inside. If the guards outside still don't respond, they can all go home.The door was smashed open, and two figures rushed in first.One of them is extremely treacherous in speed and body method, and the whole person is like a shadow. He comes to song Qingshu in an almost slippery posture and attacks him three times."Holy fire order martial arts?" Song Qingshu was surprised. He fought with Zhang Wuji these years, and the three envoys of the Persian wind and cloud before him. He was very familiar with this treacherous martial arts. The first reaction of a normal person to encounter these fierce and strange moves must be to step back and guard against them. In this way, he would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would hate on the spot.Song Qingshu, instead of retreating, went forward and directly hit the opponent's head, which not only made his subsequent moves invisible, but also changed the situation in an instant.The whole man was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he felt that he was also scared. He didn't expect that his killing move would be instantly countered.Hands quickly close in front of the body, block the other party's aggressive punch.Aware of the sense of distortion and transfer from his fist, song Qingshu immediately realized that the opponent was using the great move of heaven and earth to unload his fist strength."Old man in the mountain!" At this time, song Qingshu has determined the identity of the other party, and he is also afraid of the name of the king of killers. Now he is alone in the enemy camp and doesn't want to fight with him.Over the past few decades, the old man in the mountain has made such a big name in the west, which makes everyone feel scared. Who knows how many secrets he has to kill.The level of martial arts has never been positively related to the ability to kill people. Although the old man in the mountain is good at martial arts, song Qingshu is not too worried about it. On the contrary, he is very afraid that the other side is proficient in assassinating.It seems that the old man in the mountain is also afraid of his martial arts, and they don't fight with each other when they come. As soon as they touch each other, they are separated, and they tacitly stop at the same time.But song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, because at this time a long and sharp knife came out of its sheath, and the bright light of the knife instantly eclipsed the candle light in the room. The knife was like the moon in the well, and imitated the breeze in Foshan. It was quiet and gentle, but it was full of destruction behind.Song Qingshu is awed by the fact that he doesn't dare to be careless. He grabs a candlestick beside him and throws it directly.It seems to be a random throw, but the timing and strength are just right. Before the opponent's knife momentum reaches the peak, it detonates the breath ahead of time. The candlestick is blown to pieces by the gas of the knife, and the lamp oil splashes everywhere, exploding a group of sparks, preventing the surrounding warriors from encircling.At that moment, song Qingshu saw the appearance of the man who made the sword. He was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless jacket like orangutan blood, pure white brand-new trousers and straw sandals. The snow-white thick hair hangs on the broad shoulder, the two eyes are shining, the face that is as evil as an eagle has no expression at all.The blade in his hand is flat and narrow, and the blade and handle are half longer than that of Zhongtu Dao."Japanese?"Seeing more and more Mongolian experts coming, song Qingshu didn't want to fall into the siege, so he made a quick decision. When the eyes of the people were dazzled by the fire, he rushed to the sky, broke through the roof and fled."Don't let them run away!" Xu liewu is in a bad temper. Mrs. Zhen is hualazimoo's think tank. If it wasn't for her, Mongolia would have wiped out hualazimoo all these years. According to the evaluation of the Mongolian high level, her value alone would be equal to that of a Mongolian ten thousand people team.However, compared with her, Xu liewu is more afraid of the mysterious man. He can break through the tight guard and appear in his bedroom quietly. It's so creepy. A person who is offside and has high weight cares more about his own life. Now it seems that there is a sharp sword hanging on his head at any time. Who can bear this kind of fear?But as soon as his voice fell, a mass of black things roared in."Be careful!" The Japanese samurai on the side hastened to remind him.Xu liewu himself is a master. He quickly takes up his long gun and stabs it. He has seen that it is a tile. It should have been thrown by the man when he broke through the roof just now, but under his long gun, it will turn into powder immediately.But the tile suddenly stopped in the air, and then sped up. This time, it just avoided his long gun and patted him on the face."Ah Xu liewu screamed and fell to the ground.
