With a long spear in hand, it was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, emitting a brilliant cold light. In the dark night, this spear was extremely stunning.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled. Even though he had just caught a glimpse of Xu Liewu's martial arts were very high, he realized that he had still underestimated him. With the spear in hand, his aura doubled. In Jianghu, he would be a top-notch expert.
What gave Song Qingshu a headache was that his opponent's spear was not aimed at him, but at Madam Zhen.
The most rational thing for Song Qingshu to do now was to ignore Madam Zhen's life and continue to attack Xu Liewu. In a few moves, he would be able to take his life. But if he did that, Madam Zhen would instantly be pierced by his opponent's spear, and even a Daluo Golden Deity would not be able to save her.
Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still moved to protect the beauty in his arms. Firstly, he was a man who had tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex. If he watched a woman die in his arms, he would not be able to get over it. Secondly, he did not really want to kill Xu Liewu. Xu Liewu's identity was very sensitive. If he was killed here, it would immediately attract the Mongolian army. With the style of the Mongolians, they would definitely massacre the entire city, and blood would flow like a river.
Right now, Song Qingshu had not organized the forces in his hands, and it was not wise to immediately start a war with the Mongolians.
Xu Liewu had roamed the western countries for many years, and his eyes were very sharp. Seeing this, he continued to attack Madam Zhen in his opponent's arms with the spear in his hand, buying time for himself.
Song Qingshu held the warm and fragrant woman in his arms with one hand, and his other hand pointed in the air. The spear that filled the sky instantly fell into silence.
Xu Liewu felt his hand go numb, and he almost lost his grip on the spear in his hand. He could not help but be shocked. It should be known that his martial arts were well-known in Mongolia, where there were many experts. Who knew how many experts in the western countries could not last more than ten moves against his spear. But now, his full strength attack was actually blocked by his opponent with one hand.
But although he was panicking, his hands did not panic. Not only did he not escape, but he also used everything he had learned and continued to attack his opponent. Born in Mongolia, he knew very well that he should never expose his back to the enemy.
In this way, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a bit of a headache. This Xu Liewu was, after all, a grandmaster level expert. Now that he was fighting with his life on the line, and he still had to protect Madam Zhen, he could not help but feel somewhat flustered.
"Prince!"
"Assassin!"
There was a sudden commotion outside the door. If the guards outside still didn't respond after such a big commotion, then they could all retire and return to their hometown.
The door was slammed open, and two figures rushed in.
One of them had an extremely strange movement technique. His whole body was like a shadow. He slid in front of Song Qingshu in an instant and attacked his lower body.
"Holy Fire Badge martial arts?" Song Qingshu was shocked. After all these years of fighting with Zhang Wuji, as well as the Persian Three Wind and Cloud Envoys, he was very familiar with this strange martial arts technique. When a normal person encountered such a strange and powerful move, their first reaction would be to retreat and defend. If they did so, they would fall into the next few extremely powerful killing moves, and most of them would die on the spot.
Therefore, Song Qingshu did not retreat, but advanced instead. He directly punched at the top of his opponent's head. Not only did he dispel the opponent's following moves, but he also turned defense into offense, instantly changing the situation.
The person who came was wrapped in a black cloak, and most of his face was covered. Even though his expression could not be seen clearly, it was obvious that he was shocked. He did not expect his killing move to be countered in an instant.
He hurriedly clasped his hands in front of him, blocking the opponent's ferocious punch. Temple Street
Feeling the distortion on his fist, Song Qingshu immediately understood that the opponent had used the Heaven and Earth Great Shift to dispel the force of his fist.
"The Old Man of the Mountain!" At this time, Song Qingshu had already confirmed the opponent's identity. He was also a little afraid of his reputation as the King of Killers. Now that he was alone in the enemy's camp, he did not want to fight him in close combat.
For decades, the Old Man of the Mountain had made a big name for himself in the West, making everyone tremble with fear. God knew how many secret killing skills he had.
The level of one's martial arts was never directly related to one's ability to kill. Although the old man in the mountain's martial arts were strong, Song Qingshu was not too worried. Instead, he was very wary of the old man's proficiency in assassination.
The Old Man of the Mountain seemed to be afraid of his martial arts as well. He did not fight to the death as soon as he arrived. The two of them separated as soon as they touched, and very tacitly stopped fighting at the same time.
However, Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless. At this time, a long and sharp saber was unsheathed. The bright light of the saber instantly dimmed the candlelight in the room. The saber was like the bright moon in the well, and also like the cool breeze in the mountains. It was quiet and gentle, but behind it was full of the aura of destruction.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled, and he did not dare to be careless. He grabbed a candlestick at the side and threw it over.
It seemed like a casual throw, but the timing and strength were just right. Before the aura of the Old Man of the Mountain's saber reached its peak, it detonated the aura in advance. The candlestick was shattered by the saber qi, and the oil in the candlestick splattered everywhere, creating balls of sparks. This prevented the surrounding warriors from surrounding the Old Man of the Mountain.
At that instant, Song Qingshu saw the appearance of the person who threw the saber. The person was tall and straight, wearing a sleeveless outer robe that was the color of gorilla's blood, a pair of brand new white pants, and a pair of straw sandals. His thick snow-white hair draped over his broad shoulders, and his eyes shone like lightning. There was no expression on his face that was as sinister as an eagle's.
The saber in his hand was flat and narrow, and both the blade and hilt were longer than the Blade of Middle-Earth by half.
"A Japanese?"
Seeing that more and more Mongolian experts were rushing over after hearing the news, Song Qingshu did not want to be surrounded. He made a prompt decision, and while everyone's eyes were dazzled by the light from the fire, he soared into the sky, breaking through the roof and escaping.
"Don't let them get away!" Xu Liewu was flustered and exasperated. Madam Zhen was the brains of Khwarazm. If it wasn't for her existence, the Mongolians would have long since wiped out Khwarazm. Based on the evaluation of her by the Mongolians' upper echelons, her value alone was equivalent to a Mongolian army of ten thousand.
However, compared to her, Xu Liewu was more wary of that mysterious man. To think that the mysterious man could break through the tight security and silently appear in his sleeping quarters. This was too hair-raising. The higher a person's status was, the more they would care about their own life. Right now, it was as if there was a sharp sword hanging over their heads at any moment. Who could endure this kind of fear?
However, just as he finished speaking, a lump of black stuff whizzed over.
"Be careful!" The Japanese warriors at the side hurriedly warned.
Xu Liewu was an expert himself, and he hurriedly picked up the longspear in his hand and stabbed over. He had already seen clearly that it was a piece of tile, and it should have been thrown over by that person when he broke through the roof. However, under his longspear, it would immediately turn into dust.
However, the tile suddenly paused in the air, and then abruptly accelerated. This delay allowed it to dodge his longspear, and it directly slapped onto his face.
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