'Night Owl' Yang Leng, 'Soul Snatcher' Jie Fu, and 'Soul Seeker' Tai Sui 'Du Mu were Dan Yuru's Senior and Junior Brothers. Each of them was a powerful Demon Gate Overlord and had once competed for the position of Heaven's Mandate Cult Leader. Even if they lost to Dan Yuru, they were only a hair's breadth apart.
If it was any other time, the few of them would not put down their dignity to bully the few with numbers. However, this time, Brother Ali had given them a death order, and they had to complete the mission. Moreover, this mysterious person had suddenly appeared, so they did not dare to be careless.
Everyone only saw a flash of golden light, and the few of them had already attacked in front of Song Qingshu. It turned out that Yang Ling's weapon was a steel mace that was about three feet long. Its surface was shining with golden light, and it was very good at using the reflection of light to block the enemy's sight. By the time they reacted, they had already lost the upper hand. It was unknown how many martial arts masters who were not weaker than him had suffered because of this.
"Be careful!" The Princess of Dual Cultivation hurriedly reminded them. Dan Yuru and the others were glaring at them covetously from the side. She had to restrain them and couldn't help them, so she could only remind them. However, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was surprised to find that her mother had also spoken at the same time. The two of them looked at each other, and their cheeks were a little hot.
Song Qingshu nodded at the two girls, expressing his gratitude for their reminder. However, the smile on his lips made them feel extremely uncomfortable. Their eyes were somewhat evasive, but in the end, they were still concerned about his safety, so they carefully watched the battle.
Wanyan Zhongjie, who was at the side, curled his lips and said, "The war is imminent, and he still doesn't forget to seduce women. What a headache … The Ge Bi sisters don't even care about him. I'm so angry."
Song Qingshu took a step forward and just happened to enter Yang Leng's embrace. Yang Leng was shocked and really did not understand how the other party appeared three feet in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, the steel mace hurriedly struck towards the other's back.
But in the next second, he felt a pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger, and he could no longer hold the steel mace in his hand. He became more and more puzzled. It should be known that he was an old devil who had run amuck in the Western Regions for decades, and most of his skills were in the steel mace in his hand. How could it be taken away by the enemy as soon as he came up?
Although he was shocked, his decades of combat experience made him make the right choice. He didn't care about anything else and immediately used all the power in his body to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He felt as if a mountain had slammed into his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was like a broken sandbag as he flew to the wall ten feet behind him.
At this moment, "Soul Seeker Taisui" Dumu's two halberds were already stabbing towards his ribs.
Be it the angle or the strength, it was extremely vicious. The other party could only retreat.
However, there was still the "Soul Snatching" Talisman's flexible sword that was as venomous as a snake or scorpion. As long as he retreated, that incomparably treacherous flexible sword would pierce through his back.
But what surprised him was that his opponent didn't retreat. He didn't even show the slightest hint of panic. He just calmly raised his mace and swung it at his wrist.
Over the years, countless experts had lost their lives to his twin halberds. The unique characteristic of his martial arts was that once he gained the upper hand, his twin halberds would be like an evil dragon emerging from the sea, attacking his opponent wave after wave, leaving no room for his opponent to counterattack.
Now that his opponent had attacked later than him, and it might be because he had just seriously injured Yang Leng, causing him to expend a lot of his vital energy. As a result, his attack speed was extremely slow in his eyes. Wasn't he courting death?
In Dumu's mind, the image of his twin halberds stabbing into his opponent's body and sending blood and flesh flying appeared. He thought that with this contribution, he would get the biggest share when they split the spoils of war later. He would get at least one of the wife and the princess. It would be hard for the evil buddha to refuse.
When the time came, should he choose the wife or the princess? One was mature and beautiful, and the other was young. It was really difficult to choose. Sigh, anyway, I can't compete with Zhong Youxian. When the time comes, I'll let him choose first and leave the rest to me.
Thinking of the beauty, the corners of Dumu's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. But the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. It turned out that the steel mace in his opponent's hand had actually reached him first and directly broken his hands!
Dumu was shocked. He couldn't care less about picking up the fallen halberds. He desperately retreated to the side of Zhong Youxian and the others.
At this moment, Xie Fu's sword was just about to touch Song QingShu's clothes, but seeing that his two companions had returned with serious injuries, his heart was also in a state of turmoil. His decades of fighting instincts made him hurriedly retreat. Even though it was clear that if the flexible sword moved forward an inch, it would have pierced the opponent. Normally, this distance would not even take a blink of an eye for him, and he could instantly end the enemy's life.
But today, he didn't dare to gamble. All the cells in his body seemed to be giving him an alarm, telling him to escape, escape immediately!
But unfortunately, it was still too late. His eyes widened as he watched the opponent's jade-like fingers directly touch the tip of his sword and then gently bend it. His extremely tough short sword, which even if it was pressed down by a boulder, was actually like tofu, broken by the opponent's two fingers.
Directly broken.
Then he saw the hand raise up, and a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. Jie Fu only felt a chill on his neck, and then he saw the inverted ceiling. His whole body fell into endless darkness.
"I'm going to … die like this?" This was his last thought.
Although it took a long time to describe all this, from the joint attack of the three to Jie Fu's collapse, it was only the blink of an eye. Zhong Youxian and Dan Yuru wanted to save him, but it was too late.
The whole inn suddenly fell into a strange silence. Everyone stared at the man standing quietly in the center of the field. In the blink of an eye, three masters of the Tianming Sect took the initiative to attack, but in the end, one died and two were seriously injured. Who was the opponent!
Compared to the horror in the eyes of Zhong Youxian, Dan Yuru, and the others, the eyes of Madam of Double Cultivation Sect and the Princess were full of brilliance. Looking at the man's proud voice, they wondered if he was an immortal.
Just now, they had fought with Yang Leng and the other two. Every one of their martial arts was higher than theirs, and they could only barely resist their opponents by relying on the Dual Cultivation Mansion's secret skill, "Love of a Fallen City". However, these three experts were defeated instantly even though they outnumbered them?
Was there really such a master in the world?
The mother and daughter quickly thought about all the masters they knew. Even if the Lord of the Wushuang City was here, he would not be able to defeat these three demons in the blink of an eye. Was this person a human or a god?
Wanyan Zhongjie, who was standing to the side, had a smile on his face. He thought that Brother Song was really powerful. If he was not worried about exposing his identity, he might have already cheered on the side.
Dan Yuru felt her throat was a little dry. "With such martial arts, you are definitely not a Nameless person in Jianghu. May I know your name?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "A dying man doesn't need to know."
Zhong Youxian grinned hideously. "We respect you, but do you really think you are invincible in the world?" He was known as the Evil Buddha and was the number one master of the Tianming Sect. He was even qualified to compete for the number one master of the Holy Gate. A few decades ago, he fought to a draw with the Devil Master Pang Ban. Although Pang Ban's martial arts had improved greatly in recent years, he thought that he was not bad.
Therefore, although he was a little afraid of Song Qingshu, he was not that afraid of him. Moreover, there were Dan Yuru, Zhan Yu, Leng Yan, and many other masters of the Tianming Sect. If they really fought, it was still unknown who would win.
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