"Bullsh * t!" The man was furious. "How is my head bald? I'm the third oldest, so of course I'm called Xiong San."
Song Qingshu's face turned cold. "You'd better watch your mouth."
Xiong San was furious and was about to scold him. However, when he met Song Qingshu's eyes, he felt a chill in his heart and involuntarily shrank his neck.
"He's heavily poisoned. What are you afraid of?" Xiong Er couldn't help but smack him on the head.
"I don't know what's going on, but I feel panic when I see his eyes," Xiong San mumbled awkwardly.
Da Xiong looked at Song Qingshu in surprise. "The Golden Snake King is worthy of being called the Golden Snake King. Even now, his eyes are still so fierce and majestic."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "A tiger is bullied by a dog when it falls, but a tiger is a tiger after all."
The three brothers were furious. Even Da Xiong sneered. "We'll cut off your head soon. Let's see if you can still be so proud then."
"It's not certain who will kill who," Song Qingshu said calmly.
The three brothers looked at each other in shock. Could it be that the other party had recovered his martial arts? With the Golden Snake King's cultivation, even if he had only recovered 20% to 30%, it was still not something the three of them could deal with.
Although Brother Xiong was tall and sturdy, his thoughts were extremely meticulous. After pondering for a moment, he laughed out loud. "Surnamed Song, why do you have to bluff? If you had really recovered your power, why would you take the unnecessary step of setting up a trap at the entrance of the cave?"
Song Qingshu's expression changed. Seeing this, Da Xiong was even more certain. He called the other two brothers and slowly approached Song Qingshu in a triangular formation.
"Don't talk nonsense with this guy. Just kill him. Remember not to cut his face. When the time comes, we'll need his head to claim the reward." After confirming that Song Qingshu had no strength to resist, Da Xiong's eyes flashed with a greedy light.
At the thought that as long as they killed this man, they would not have to worry about wealth and glory for the rest of their lives. Xiong Er and Xiong San's eyes lit up, and they raised their sabers to slash at him.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of them, and the three of them hastily retreated. Bear Er and Bear San covered the wound on their wrists, and said in horror, "Big Brother, his martial arts are still there, let's run!"
Brother Bear ran over and slapped each of them. He chuckled and said, "You two are really scared out of your wits by the Golden Snake King's name. If he had really recovered his martial arts, I'm afraid your hands would have been broken. How could it be like now, with only a few scratches?"
Xiong Er and Xiong San finally calmed down and carefully examined the wound on their wrists. They were pleasantly surprised and said, "Oh, the tendons are not broken. It was just a small wound."
Brother Bear pointed in Song Qingshu's direction, "Nonsense, are you blind? The sword in his hand was sent flying by me. I'm sure that he doesn't have any internal energy left."
It turned out that in a split second, Song Qingshu had suddenly stabbed Bear Er and Xiong San's wrists with his sword. Unfortunately, he couldn't use his internal energy, and his attack speed and strength were too weak. In a hurry, Brother Bear's saber slashed at Song Qingshu's sword. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground several feet away.
"Son of a b * tch, he scared me. I'm going to chop him a few times later." Bear Er and Xiong San reacted and roared angrily.
There was no trace of panic on Song Qingshu's face. Instead, an enigmatic smile appeared on his face, "You should have heard of my deeds. You should know that I was able to summon the wind and summon the rain to defeat the Qing army."
Brother Bear sneered, "Those tricks can only deceive country bumpkins. If you really have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods, you can just say a word and let the King of Hell take our lives. Won't you be saved then?"
Who knew that Song Qingshu would seriously reply, "What's so difficult about that?"
Brother Bear's face was full of disdain. He thought that this famous Golden Snake King was a madman.
Song Qingshu ignored him and looked directly at Bear Er, "Bear San?"
"Ah?" Bear San replied subconsciously.
Song Qingshu indifferently said, "You can die now."
Bear San suddenly flew into a rage, "I …" Suddenly, his eyes opened and his whole body fell to the ground.
Brother Bear and Bear Er hurriedly ran over and saw that he had stopped breathing in an instant. They were both shocked.
"Bear Er, you can also die now." Song Qingshu's voice sounded again.
Bear Er looked terrified and hurriedly ran out of the cave. Who knew that as soon as he got up, his whole body would fall to the ground.
Big Bear's trembling hand went to check his brother's breathing, and he was instantly scared out of his wits. Everything that had happened in front of him was far beyond the scope of his understanding. The two brothers were still alive and kicking just a moment ago, but with just a few words from Song QingShu, the two of them died one after another.
Thinking of the legends of the Golden Snake King described in the stories, Brother Bear finally collapsed. Was the other party an immortal or a devil!
"Brother Bear, it's your turn now." Song Qingshu's voice sounded again.
"My turn? No, I don't want to die … "Brother Bear's limbs were already weak and he could not stand up. He could only desperately move his body outside, but his eyes became more and more unfocused. Finally, he also lay on the ground with his eyes wide open. The cave gradually returned to peace.
Song QingShu's entire body suddenly relaxed, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. How could he have any supernatural powers? The reason why Xiong Er and Xiong San died one after the other was because his sword was stained with the poisonous blood of the Golden Rippling Flower. Their wrists were stabbed, and the poison entered their bodies. Song QingShu reckoned that it was about time, so he played this trick.
From the beginning, Song Qingshu understood that in his current state, it would be difficult to deal with these three people. So, in addition to arranging the Jade Bee Needles at the cave entrance, he also stained his sword with poisonous blood.
Because he could not use his inner force, his attack power was limited. However, if it was just to leave a small wound on the opponent's body, he was confident that he could do it.
In the end, as expected, he could only injure Bear Er and Bear San. Brother Bear was very cautious, and when he saw that something was wrong, he immediately retreated, causing Song Qingshu's sword to stab empty air. Instead, it collided with the opponent's saber, and he was sent flying.
Brother Bear escaped the fate of being stabbed because of his cautiousness, but at the same time, because of his cautiousness, he gave up the great opportunity to pursue and attack.
Although it was a pity that he did not stab the three people, Song Qingshu had already achieved his goal because he still had the trump card, the Soul Transfer Technique.
Because the process of forcing the poison out of the poison consumed a lot of his mental energy, he did not have the confidence to use the Soul Transfer Technique on three people at the same time. If he first used the Golden Ripple Flower poison to get rid of two people and only dealt with Brother Bear, then it would be much easier.
Even so, Song Qingshu was still very careful. He first planted a psychological suggestion in him, and then used Bear Er and Bear San to suddenly die for no reason to completely destroy his mental defenses. Only then did he use the Soul Transfer Technique on him. This time, it was a matter of life and death, so Song Qingshu did not stay behind like before. In an instant, he destroyed Brother Bear's consciousness. According to modern medicine, this person was already brain dead.
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