"Urk …" Song Qingshu experienced what it meant to be attacked even when he was just lying down. But when he remembered the scene Linghu Chong described just now, he found that it was pretty good …
Dongfang Bubai did not have such a good feeling when he heard it. His face turned red, and suddenly, a red figure moved, and an embroidery needle went to stab Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong had said those words to make her angry, but when he saw her swing her sleeves slightly, he thrust his sword at her throat. That thrust was incredibly fast, and to others, Dongfang Bubai looked as if he was going to crash into the tip of the sword. But at that moment, Linghu Chong felt a slight pain on his left cheek, and the longsword in his hand swung to the left.
In truth, Dongfang Bubai's attack speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already stabbed Ling Huchong's face with a needle, but due to his old injury, his movements were slower than usual. He knew that if he stabbed Ling Huchong with the needle, Ling Huchong would definitely die, but he would also be heavily injured. He could only pull his arm back and use the needle to block Ling Huchong's slash.
"Nine Solitary Swords, which attack the enemy when they must save themselves … What is your relationship with Feng Qingyang?" Dongfang Bubai asked while smoothing out his robes.
"I am Linghu Chong of Mount Hua, and today, I will take revenge for Great Martial Uncle Feng." Linghu Chong had just recovered from his shock. He knew that he had run into a powerful enemy he had never seen before in his life. If he gave her the time to attack, he would immediately lose his life. He immediately thrust his sword four times, and all of them were aimed at her vitals.
"If Feng Qingyang isn't my opponent, then what can your half-baked Nine Solitary Swords do?" Dongfang Bubai snickered. He pushed to the left, right, up, and down, parrying all four of Linghu Chong's sword thrusts. Linghu Chong focused his gaze on her attacks. Her embroidery needle was parried everywhere, and there was not a single opening around her. At that moment, he would definitely not allow her to counterattack. He immediately shouted and swung his longsword at her head. Dongfang Bubai grabbed the embroidery needle with her right thumb and index finger and lifted it up to block the incoming sword. The longsword could not cut down.
Linghu Chong felt a slight numbness in his arm, but he saw a red shadow flash, and something seemed to be heading toward his left eye. Right now it was too late to block and too late to dodge. He thought his life was over. Ren Woxing and Xiang Wentian saw that the situation wasn't right, so one of them raised his sword and the other swung his whip, and they attacked at the same time. Dongfang Bubai frowned, but he could only stop and defend himself.
The three great elites in the world worked together to fight against him, and their momentum was incredibly powerful, but Dongfang Bubai held an embroidery needle between his fingers and weaved his way between the three of them. He moved forward and retreated as fast as lightning, and he did not show any signs of losing.
The trio's attacks were fierce, and they went straight for Dongfang Bubai's vitals. But her figure was like a ghost, drifting here and there like a wisp of smoke. The tips of their swords and whips were always several inches away from her body.
Suddenly they heard Xiang Wentian cry out, followed by Linghu Chong's' hey '. Both of them were hit by the needles one after another. Although Ren Woxing's [Absorbing Stars] technique was profound, Dongfang Bubai's movements were extremely fast, so it was difficult for him to touch him. Secondly, the weapon he used was an embroidery needle, so he couldn't absorb any internal energy from it. After fighting for a while, Ren Woxing also cried out, and his chest and throat were hit by the needles. It was a pity that Dongfang Bubai had two ultimate skills.
Dongfang Bubai was injured by Feng Qingyang's [Innate Sword Qi], and his injuries kept coming back. His movements were much more difficult than usual, and he didn't have the confidence that he would be able to block the other two great elites' attacks once he infused his internal energy into his opponent's body. Therefore, although Ren Woxing and the other two were repeatedly hit by the needles, they weren't heavily injured.
Ren Woxing, Xiang Wentian, and Linghu Chong shouted repeatedly, and their voices were filled with anger and anxiety. The three of them infused their internal energy into their weapons, and the wind howled loudly, but Dongfang Bubai didn't make a single sound. Ren Yingying saw everything clearly from the side, and she knew that if this continued for a long time, the three of them would be exhausted, and they would definitely die under Dongfang Bubai's needles. She was anxious, but she knew that if she went up, she would only be a hindrance, and wouldn't be of any use.
She glanced over and saw that Song Qingshu was standing not far away, and he was watching the fight attentively, and his face was filled with concern. Ren Yingying had a thought, and she slowly walked over.
Song Qingshu saw that Dongfang Bubai was surrounded by three great elites, and although the situation was a little dangerous, he was still in an invincible position for a short period of time. He wasn't in a hurry to attack, and instead, he carefully observed their martial arts.
Noticing that Ren Yingying was sneaking over, Song Qingshu was shocked, but he quickly realized what she was planning. He hesitated for a moment, but didn't make any move.
Ren Yingying suddenly raised the short sword in her left hand, and placed it on Song Qingshu's neck, and scolded, "Quick, tell Dongfang Bubai to stop."
Song Qingshu raised his hands, and pretended to yield, "Okay, okay, I'll call, I'll call."
Ren Yingying was worried that Dongfang Bubai would attack too quickly, so she slowly moved behind Song Qingshu, and used the tip of her sword to push against his back, so that he would be in front of her, in case Dongfang Bubai suddenly pounced on her.
"By the way, beauty, how do you want me to call you, or do you want me to call you obscenely?" Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu suddenly turned his head, and looked at her with a smile.
"You're courting death!" Ren Yingying's pretty face turned cold, and she swung her sword to stab Song Qingshu's thigh.
Song Qingshu felt that his acting was almost over, and his figure flashed, and he dodged the attack. Ren Yingying was stunned, and her waist went numb. Song Qingshu had already sealed the numbing acupoint, and her body went limp, and she fell backwards.
"Beauty, why are you so careless?" Song Qingshu hugged her delicate body, and blew a breath into her ear.
Ren Yingying's neck suddenly turned red, half from embarrassment, and the other half from anger. All these years, she had always been the high and mighty Saintess, and her status in the Sun Moon Sect was extraordinary. Naturally, no one dared to disobey her. Usually, when she was with Linghu Chong, she would be embarrassed and angry for a long time if he said something frivolous. She had never endured such naked teasing from Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu's warm and fragrant body was in his arms, and he only felt a strange fragrance assailing his nostrils. He felt that her skin was also ice-cold, and for a moment, he actually forgot to speak.
"Shameless! Let me go! "Ren Yingying was worried that Linghu Chong and the others would see and distract them, so she purposely bit her lip and said in a low voice.
"Let you go? How can I bear to ~ "Song Qingshu laughed," As the saying goes, the wheel of fortune turns. You forced me to scream just now, and now it's my turn to make you scream.
What are you doing? "
"What do you want?" Ren Yingying's beautiful face suddenly turned pale.
Song Qingshu said, "Nothing much, I just want you to scream in pain, and distract your father or your Brother Chong."
"Don't even think about it!" Ren Yingying knew that they were already at a disadvantage, and if they were distracted because of her, they would immediately fall into Invincible Dongfang's hands.
"You forced me to do this. Do you know what martial arts I'm best at?" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and asked in her ear.
"How would I know!" Feeling the breath he exhaled, Ren Yingying's delicate skin was covered in a layer of tiny goosebumps.
"I know quite a lot of martial arts, and the one I'm best at is the Blood Cleansing Silver Spear Technique. Of course, it's a little inconvenient to use it in this situation … But I have another martial art, the Breast Grabbing Dragon Claw. I can let you evaluate it, miss." Song Qingshu's smile was full of wickedness.
"Could it be that you're from the Shaolin Temple …" Before Ren Yingying could finish, she suddenly realized the vulgar meaning in her words and immediately shut her mouth in embarrassment.
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