Seeing that Song Qingshu's hand was getting closer, Ren Yingying's breathing became faster and faster. But even so, she still gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.
"You'd rather be touched by me than scream?" This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be depressed. He didn't know whether to press down or not.
"Feel as much as you want. When my father and Brother Chong kill Dongfang Bubai, I'll definitely tear you into pieces!" Ren Yingying's pale face was filled with hatred.
"Tear me into pieces?" Song Qingshu was in a daze. How many women had said that already? Was he being too casual with women? This wasn't the modern era that was open and free.
"Forget it, I'll do it if you don't want to." After hesitating for a long time, Song Qingshu couldn't press down anymore. He opened his mouth and shouted, "I say, Oldman Ren, Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian or whatever, Ren Yingying is in my hands now. If you don't surrender, I'll take off one of her clothes on the count of three. Let's see how long she can last … Oh, by the way, beauty, how many clothes are you wearing today?" Song Qingshu lowered his head and asked Ren Yingying.
Before Ren Yingying could answer, Ren Woxing and the others were already furious and started cursing, "How can a gentleman kidnap a woman!"
"A gentleman?" Song QingShu laughed self-deprecatingly, "Cult Master Ren, you are the dignified Cult Master of the Devil Cult, yet you keep saying that you are a gentleman. Aren't you going to wallow in the mire with those famous upright sects?"
"Father, Brother Chong, don't fall into his trap. He won't dare to take off my clothes." Ren Yingying saw that Song Qingshu didn't really touch her just now. She knew that Song Qingshu was just trying to scare her.
"Is that so? I feel like my professionalism has been insulted. " With a crisp sound, the thin muslin dress that Ren Yingying wore was ripped off by Song Qingshu.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it smells good." Song Qingshu brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "Young Hero Linghu, I'm afraid you haven't even undressed Miss Ren yet. You didn't expect me to beat you to it. I'm really sorry." As he spoke, he placed his hand on Ren Yingying's lapel and pretended to pull it off.
"Ah!" Ren Yingying couldn't hold it in any longer. Her feminine instincts made her scream. Ling Huchong's eyes burned with rage when he saw this. He ignored Dongfang Bubai's attack and swung his sword to thrust forward.
To an elite like Dongfang Bubai, even the slightest opening was enough to be fatal. Besides, Ling Huchong's defense was wide open at that moment. Dongfang Bubai pushed his jade-white palm gently against the center of his back. Linghu Chong coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground dejectedly. He tried to stand up a few times, but he fell again and again.
Because an opening appeared on Linghu Chong's side, Xiang Wentian and Ren Woxing were also hit. Xiang Wentian's chest was pierced by Dongfang Bubai's needle, and he felt his entire body go numb. His whip fell to the ground, and all his strength disappeared. He had already lost the ability to fight. Ren Woxing's injuries were even more severe. When Dongfang Bubai's attack landed on Linghu Chong's back, Ren Woxing finally found an opportunity to strike her shoulder. He immediately activated [Absorbing Stars], but Dongfang Bubai shot a needle into his right eye. Ren Woxing turned pale with fright.
He withdrew his palm, and with a bang, his back crashed into the wall. With a cracking sound, half of the wall collapsed. If he hadn't retreated in time, the needle would've pierced his brain, and he would've died. Even so, his right eye was blind, and his face was covered in blood. He only had less than thirty percent of his combat power left.
Dongfang Bubai had heavily injured three top-class elites in an instant, and his shoulder had been sucked in by Ren Woxing's Absorbing Star Technique. True Qi instantly surged out of his body, and it was inevitable that his breathing would be chaotic. He thought that if Song Qingshu hadn't used a trick to distract the three people, the price he would've paid today would've been much more than this.
Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu, and was about to speak when the roof suddenly shattered. A black figure with a ghost mask came crashing down from above.
Dongfang Bubai had used up all his strength, and he hadn't gathered any new strength yet. He hastily raised his palm to block the attack, and blood gushed out of his mouth. The black figure was like a maggot, and he kicked Dongfang Bubai's chest again and again.
Song Qingshu didn't have the mood to hold Ren Yingying hostage. He quickly used Traceless Steps in Sand and rushed over. With one hand, he grabbed Dongfang Bubai's slim waist and placed her behind him. With the other, he used Arrogant Dragon's Regrets to fight against the black figure.
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was known as the fiercest in the world, and Arrogant Dragon's Regrets was also one of the most powerful moves in the world. Song Qingshu was confident that if he fought against the black figure head-on, he would definitely be heavily injured if he did not retreat.
But against his expectations, the black figure flipped in the air and did not dodge. He just extended his palm to receive the attack. When their palms clashed, Song Qingshu felt that his palm force had been guided by an incredibly sticky and gentle force, and he missed. The black figure's other palm pressed against his chest without a sound, and Song Qingshu instantly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was heavily injured.
Fortunately, after Song Qingshu blocked the black figure's attack for a while, Dongfang Bubai finally recovered. He swung his arm, and dozens of embroidery needles shot into the black figure's acupressure points.
The demon-masked man had to stop. His hands moved at varying speeds before he drew a huge circle in front of him. The air seemed to have frozen, and a wall of qi that could be seen with the naked eye appeared. Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needles shot into the wall of qi, and after they entered it for half an inch, they could no longer move forward. The demon-masked man crossed his arms, and the dozens of embroidery needles shattered inch by inch before they fell to the ground. When he raised his head to look, the two of them had already escaped to the back of the mountain while Dongfang Bubai was shooting out needles.
The demon-masked man had planned for a long time today. He knew that if he had not used Ren Woxing and the others as a cover and successfully ambushed Dongfang Bubai, it would have been almost impossible for him to get rid of Dongfang Bubai. He knew very well the danger of letting the tiger return to the mountain, so he immediately chased after them.
Song Qingshu carried Dongfang Bubai and sprinted through the mountains. Dongfang Bubai's injuries were much more serious than Song Qingshu's, and he was already in a semi-conscious state. After running for a while, he had no choice but to stop. It turned out that he was not familiar with the terrain of Blackwood Cliff, so he instinctively ran towards a secluded place. In the end, he was now facing a hundred thousand feet tall cliff.
Dongfang Bubai slowly woke up as the cold wind blew at him from the top of the cliff. He looked around, and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of his lips, "I didn't think that I, Dongfang Bubai, who has roamed the world unrivaled, would lose my life in the hands of a rascal today."
"The Leader of the Ming Cult is not some small fry. Chapter 159: A Great Reversal
Disciple, "Song Qingshu's face was ashen as he turned his head to look at the path he had come from," Am I right, Zhang Wuji? "
The demon-masked man took off his mask, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, full of heroic spirit. It was the love rival of Song Qingshu's two souls — Zhang Wuji.
"Brother Song really has a good eye," Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu in surprise, "After we parted at the Lion Slaying Gathering, I didn't think that Brother Song would not only recover his meridian channels, but have also learned a high level of martial arts."
When he thought of how he had pretended to treat his illness on Mount Shaoshi, but in reality, he had wanted to get close to Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu could not help but grit his teeth in hatred, "The heavens have eyes, that's why they gave me a sliver of a chance."
"Why is Brother Song filled with hatred towards Wuji?" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu in confusion, then quickly came to a realization, "No wonder I thought Zhiruo's expression was very strange the last time I saw her. It looks like Brother Song already knows about the matter between me and her."
"Pah!" Song Qingshu scolded angrily, "Don't speak as if there's really something between you and her. I wonder if she told you about one thing?"
"What thing?" Zhang Wuji was startled as expected.
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