Miss Cheng had personally witnessed Lu Zhangke's martial art skill. He was able to easily defeat Zhang Hongfan's group of hooligans. When she fought him, she was also subdued in just one move. Perhaps even her Shifu could not compare with this level of martial art skill.
She thought about it and concluded that among all the people she knew, only Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing could defeat this man. Who would have thought that such an expert would be as helpless as a three-year-old child in front of this man? Miss Cheng was somewhat dumbfounded.
He was surrounded by powerful enemies, but the man in front of her was still talking cheerfully and wittily. Miss Cheng did not know why, but she felt as if she had returned to the time when she was a young girl. When she read the love stories in 'Romance of the Western Chamber', her heart would beat faster.
Looking at his curly beard, Miss Cheng did not feel that he was rude. Instead, she felt that he looked handsome and extraordinary.
Cheng Yaojia's face turned red, but she quickly remembered that she was someone's wife. She quickly looked away, but her heart was still beating uncontrollably.
The experts of the Ruyang Palace were stunned by Song Qingshu's attack. Even Taoist Priest Baisheng and the Leader of Jingang School had ugly expressions on their faces. Although their martial arts were far above Lu Zhangke's, it was still impossible for them to injure him in one move. Where did this Embroidery Bandit come from? How could he be so powerful?
Wang Baobao coldly snorted and said, "Everyone, let's attack together. We must not let him escape!"
"Yes, sir!" The dozens of foreign monks in the courtyard shouted and attacked together.
The Ruyang Palace had many experts, but they also had their own factions. Taoist Priest Baisheng and the Leader of Jingang School had high status and the highest level of martial arts. Nominally, they were personally commanded by Prince Ruyang.
The Xuanming Elders, Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, and the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes were the experts under Zhao Min.
As the heir of the Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao's subordinates were not inferior to his sister's. He had a total of 18 foreign monks with excellent martial arts. They were known as the 'Eighteen Vajra'. They were divided into five sabers, five swords, four staffs, and four cymbals.
In a one-on-one fight, each Vajra was not a match for the Xuanming Elders. However, when four or five of them joined forces, they could easily defeat any one of the Xuanming Elders. It was easy to imagine how strong the Eighteen Vajra were when they joined forces.
The two foreign monks took a step forward shoulder to shoulder, each of them thrust their right palms toward the chest. Song Qingshu had never seen these foreign monks before, but he could sense that their skills were inferior to the Xuanming Elders. So, he didn't take it too seriously. He waved his left palm and pushed back the two monks' palm energy. At this time, his main focus was still on guarding against Priest Hundred Damages and the Jingang Faction Master. After all, their martial arts were too high. If they really joined hands to launch a sneak attack, he was afraid that it would be very troublesome.
The two foreign monks shouted in unison, "Ami, Ami, Ami, Ami, Ami!" It sounded like they were chanting an incantation, but it also sounded like they were cursing. Although Cheng Yaojia's temperament was usually weak, when she saw that Song Qingshu was fighting with so many people to protect her, she wanted to help him. However, her martial art skill was too low. In front of these martial arts masters, she was completely useless. She had no choice but to use her mouth to help him, "You are the Ah Mi Ah Mi Hao!"
She was usually shy, not to mention cursing people, she had never said anything harsh. But now, for the sake of Song Qingshu, she was cursing these foreign monks. Her face turned red with shame and she wished that there was a hole in the ground to crawl into.
The two foreign monks retreated three steps. The two foreign monks behind them each stretched out their right palms and pressed their palms against the back of one of the foreign monks, pushing them back. The two foreign monks did not change their stance; they attacked with the 'Pai Shan Zhang'.
Song Qingshu frowned. Actually, with his qinggong, he could easily evade, but there was Cheng Yaojia behind him. Of course, he could hold her and evade together. But if he did that, Priest Hundred Damages and the Jingang Faction Master, who had been eyeing him like a tiger watching its prey, would not let go of such a good opportunity. When the time came, he would be in the air, and he would also be holding Cheng Yaojia in his arms.
Therefore, he had no choice but to stand motionless to deal with the two foreign monks' attack. Right now the enemy was numerous and he was outnumbered, naturally he did not want to fight them head on and waste his internal energy. Immediately he tried to neutralize the two monks' attack. Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingers touched the two monks' palms, like a magnet, his fingers were firmly glued to the two monks' palms.
The two foreign monks immediately shouted, "Ah mi, ah mi, ah mi, ah mi!"
Song Qingshu struggled twice, but to his surprise he was unable to free himself. He could not help but was startled. Hastily he circulated the incomparably vigorous internal energy in his body to counterattack. He wanted to send them flying in an instant, but who would have thought that the two foreign monks did not move even the slightest bit? Turned out there were twenty-two foreign monks behind the two foreign monks lined up in two rows, each with their right palms pressed against the back of the one in front of them. Twenty-four foreign monks lined up in two rows.
Song Qingshu suddenly remembered, "The Tibetan Buddhism Sect has a method to link their internal energy. In the 'The Return of the Condor Heroes', Da 'erba's five disciples combined their strength were able to match Hong Qigong's palms. In the' The Deer and the Cauldron ', Jiu Nan Shitai assassinated Kangxi among the Shaolin Temple's martial art masters and kidnapped Wei Xiaobao. In the end, facing six Tibetan Buddhism Sect's foreign monks, she nearly had her boat capsized in the gutter. These twenty-four foreign monks are concentrating their strength to block my palms. Even if my internal energy is strong, fighting against twenty-four people head-on is a bit too unwise. "
He was afraid the others would seize the opportunity to attack him, so he decided to end the battle quickly. With a clear whistle he increased his strength by thirty percent, and suddenly he pushed diagonally, followed by his body dodging to the left. This way, the twenty-four foreign monks' strength could no longer be linked in a straight line. The six foreign monks in front were unable to stop their steps and rushed toward him.
Song Qingshu repeatedly waved his hands. 'Slap, slap, slap, slap!' six foreign monks fell to the ground, blood spurted from their mouths. But the seventh and eighth foreign monks behind them also rushed forward, waving their palms to attack.
With a cold laugh Song Qingshu said, "Isn't it the same?" His right palm struck out to meet the two monks' palms. He gathered his strength and was about to push diagonally when suddenly he heard a strong gust of wind behind his back. He knew Priest Baishuang and the Leader of Jin Gang had finally made their move. His heart sank.
Turned out Priest Baishuang and the Leader of Jin Gang had been watching from the sidelines all along. The more they watched, the more apprehensive they were. They realized that this man's martial art skill was above theirs, so they were not his match in a one-on-one fight. However, their status was too high, so they could not bring themselves to use numbers to bully the few. However, seeing Song Qingshu was entangled by those twenty-some foreign monks, they knew this was a once in a blue moon opportunity. In addition to Wang Baobao's previous order, they could take advantage of the situation and attack together.
As' zongshi 'martial art masters, naturally their eyesight was not a small matter. They could see that right now Song Qingshu's hands were stuck by the foreign monks, and both sides were at the critical moment of competing their internal energy. Song Qingshu's entire body did not have the slightest bit of defensive power. Their thunderous joint attack would certainly kill him on the spot.
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