Chen Youliang was not good at martial arts. Although the martial arts of the other nine pouch elders were not bad, Wei Ruolan might have been a little afraid of them, but he had just "absorbed" Song Qingshu's internal energy and was in a stage where he was bursting with confidence. He felt that no hero in the world could match him for more than three rounds, so he did not have the patience to argue with Chen Youliang. Instead, he used his strong points to attack the enemy's weak points.
Seeing him pounce on him, Chen Youliang hurriedly retreated, but he was overjoyed. He shouted, "These people really have ulterior motives. Everyone, take them down."
The people who were originally watching immediately turned to Chen Youliang's side, shouting angrily and rushing over. But Wei Ruolan's accumulated power attack was very powerful. With a flash of light, those people pounced on empty air. They only saw a blur in front of them, and the enemy had already appeared in front of Chen Youliang.
But the nine pouch elders next to Chen Youliang had already reacted and blocked him with a roar.
Almost in an instant, the two sides had already exchanged more than ten palms. Zhang Bang Longtou screamed and fell to the side like a kite with a broken string. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive, but there was no doubt that he had lost the ability to fight.
The Law Enforcement Elder and Zhang Bo Longtou both retreated a few steps with blood at the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that this exchange had taken their breath away. Wei Ruolan tried to follow up with another attack and completely subdue the opponent. Who knew that the Chuan Gong Elder's face was red, but he did not give way. He met force with force three times, and with each palm, blood flowed from his mouth. After three palms, the Chuan Gong Elder spat out three mouthfuls of blood, but he had successfully blocked Wei Ruolan.
"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms truly lives up to its reputation." Wei Ruolan was also not feeling well at this time. He had defeated four experts in a short period of time, and his qi and blood were in turmoil.
Song QingShu looked on with cold eyes; he could tell that these several nine-pouch Elders' internal energy was not much different from the Elders he had seen before the Lion-slaying Assembly. He had no choice but to admire the Beggar Clan's deep foundation; they were able to find several qualified replacements so quickly.
It should be known that the Chuan Gong Elder was an existence who had fought force with force with one of the Xuan Ming Elders. At that time, their skills were equal, but because of the Xuan Ming Divine Palm's cold Yin attribute, the Chuan Gong Elder suffered a great loss.
Zhi Fa Zhanglao's cultivation level was slightly lower, Zhang Bo Longtou and Zhang Bang Longtou's cultivation level was even lower, but they could be considered first-rate martial art masters in Jianghu.
In the past when Zhao Min brought the Xuan Ming Elders to the Beggar Clan to stir up trouble, Chuan Gong Zhanglao and Zhang Bang Longtou joined hands to deal with He Biweng, Zhi Fa Zhanglao and Zhang Bo Longtou fought Lu Zhangke, it could be said that they were evenly matched.
Song Qingshu had fought against the Xuanming Elders; he knew that these two men were the touchstones of the real top martial art masters. Looking at the whole Jianghu, not many people could defeat these two martial brothers if they joined hands. But these four Elders of the Beggar Clan were on par with them; it was obvious that their martial art skill was very high.
Wei Ruolan adjusted her breathing slightly, and straightened out her Qi. Then, she hastily stepped forward to take the life of Imparting Techniques Elder. Unfortunately, the Law Enforcement Elder and Zhang Bo Longtou had already recovered by this time. So, they joined hands to stop her.
After several moves, Imparting Techniques Elder also adjusted his breathing and joined the battle with a red face. Wei Ruolan frowned and used her killing moves several times. But just now, the Elders had suffered a hidden loss and lost Zhang Bang Longtou. Now that they were on guard, how could they be hit so easily?
The three Elders did not seek to gain merit, but to avoid making mistakes. They knew that they were relying on their home ground advantage, and they had the advantage in numbers. If the stalemate continued, it would only become more and more advantageous for them.
Because the gap in their martial art skills was too big, the rest of the Beggar Clan disciples wanted to help, but they could not intervene. So, they could only turn their attention to Shi Xiangyun.
Seeing them rushing over, Shi Xiangyun's expression changed. She hastily retreated, trying to lean against the wall to avoid being attacked from all sides. Unfortunately, the main hall was full of Beggar Clan disciples, so it was easier said than done to retreat to the wall.
Soon, both sides were fighting. Shi Xiangyun knew that she was no match for them, so she could only rely on her lightness kung fu to dodge everywhere to buy time. She hoped that her lover would finish off those old men and come back to save her.
Looking at the chaos in the main hall, Song Qingshu could not help but laugh. It seemed that his face was really harmless. No one was rushing towards him, but instead, they were all rushing towards Shi Xiangyun.
"Could it be that they saw me tied up?" While Song Qingshu was letting his imagination run wild, suddenly, a Beggar Clan disciple raised a knife and rushed towards him.
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. When the disciple saw his ink-black eyes, he could not help but be startled. Then, he changed his direction and rushed towards Shi Xiangyun.
"Flags can't be raised randomly." Song Qingshu did not know whether to laugh or cry.
After a while, Shi Xiangyun cried out in pain. Her leg was hit by a bamboo stick, and she fell to the ground. When she wanted to get up, there were already countless weapons on her neck.
Hearing her fiancée's cry, Wei Ruolan was shocked. She subconsciously looked in the direction of her fiancée, and found that she had already been captured.
Wei Ruolan took a deep breath, and his handsome face flushed red. It was obvious that he had already used 120% of his martial power to subdue these Elders. As long as he could control them, Shi Xiangyun would not be in any danger.
Feeling the sudden increase in his imposing manner, the Elders were horrified. They could even feel the surging martial power in his body. Even if the three of them joined forces, they might not be able to compete with him.
Seeing the three Elders' frightened expression, Wei Ruolan grinned. He was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue and attack. Suddenly, his complexion changed. It turned out that the majestic True Qi in his body had suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The three Elders were prepared to close their eyes and wait for death. Who would have thought that there would be such a sudden turn of events? After all, they had lived for decades, and had climbed up step by step from the bottom. They were very experienced. They instantly attacked Wei Ruolan's body.
"Wah!"
Wei Ruolan spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground with a weary expression. His hair had long been knocked out, and his handsome face was drained of blood. He struggled a few times but could not get up. His face was full of disbelief, and he muttered, "How is this possible, how is this possible …"
Song Qingshu, who was far away, smiled. As the saying goes, the evils you bring upon yourself are the hardest to bear. Who asked you to be so greedy as to absorb my internal energy? How could my martial power be so easily absorbed?
During this period of time, he had observed Wei Ruolan with the cold eyes of a bystander. He could see that Wei Ruolan was indeed worthy of being called the top scholar in both literature and martial arts. He was indeed a brilliant person, and had practiced the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Faction to an incomparably proficient level. If he were to fight seriously with the four Elders of the Beggar Clan, he would be able to defeat them within a hundred moves.
However, he had courted death by absorbing his internal energy. He was confused by the majestic True Qi, and thought that his martial power was far superior to his opponent's. Every attack was a head-on collision, and he tried to defeat his opponent in the shortest time possible. Finally, his True Qi backfired.
"Brother Wei …" Shi Xiangyun saw that her lover had gained the upper hand just a moment ago, and she was secretly happy. However, the next moment, she saw him vomiting blood and falling to the ground. She was panic-stricken and worried, and could not help but cry out.
"Hahaha …" Chen Youliang walked out with a long laugh, and said, "Guards, kill these two madmen who conspired to seize the position of the Clan Leader!"
"You can't kill us!" Shi Xiangyun saw that her lover did not respond, and she did not know whether he was dead or alive. At this moment, she was terrified and regretful.
"Oh, why don't you tell me why I can't kill you?" Chen Youliang sneered.
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