Song Qingshu was shocked and instinctively wanted to fight back, but he immediately realized that he was now a member of the Shuiyue Grand Master. He had to resist the urge to use his own kung fu and directly unsheathed the Shuiyue Saber. At the same time, he recalled the steps of the Shuiyue Grand Master and slashed at the darkness in front of him.
But no matter how bright the moon was, it could not illuminate the darkness of the universe. The Shuiyue Saber burst into a brilliant light and then faded into endless darkness.
The distorted light around them gradually returned to normal, and the people around them finally saw the situation clearly. It turned out that the Tongtian Shaman's hand was already pressed on the shoulder of the Shuiyue Grand Master.
The Tongtian Shaman's eyes narrowed slightly. He was clearly going to press on the top of the opponent's head, but at the last moment, the opponent moved half an inch away, so that he could only restrain the opponent's shoulder. It seemed that the Shuiyue Grand Master really had some skills.
"Your Excellency is really amazing!" Many shaman followers in the King's tent cheered when they saw him defeat the opponent with one move.
The other masters also echoed. The cultivation that the Tongtian Shaman had shown in that moment was too terrifying. If it had been them, they didn't know if they could have avoided it.
At this juncture, the Tongtian Shaman would not say that his attack did not meet his expectations. He withdrew his hand and coughed. "The Grand Master's kung fu is really good. Fu Cailin was able to easily defeat the Grand Master, so his kung fu must not be inferior to mine."
He was puzzled. Just now, he had caught the Shuiyue Grand Master by surprise, but Fu Cailin was able to suppress him when the Shuiyue Grand Master's saber was at its peak. There was already a gap between them. Could it be that Fu Cailin's kung fu was higher than his?
But he quickly denied this thought. He did not think that anyone in the world could surpass him in kung fu, not even Temujin. Fu Cailin was born in a small country. Even if he had broken through to the realm of Grandmaster by chance, he should be at the bottom of the Grandmasters. The reason why he could defeat the Shuiyue Grand Master so quickly was mostly because Korea and Dongying were not far apart and knew each other's kung fu very well. Fu Cailin's Bright Swordsmanship also had an advantage in this aspect, so this exaggerated comparison was created.
With this in mind, he relaxed and slowly returned to his seat.
Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat. Facing a Great Grandmaster's all-out attack, even with his cultivation, he didn't dare to take it lightly. However, his current identity meant that he couldn't fight back, so he could only use the cultivation of the Water Moon Great Sect to fight back.
If the Tongtian Shaman had not stopped, he might have lost his life on the spot. In that moment, he weighed the pros and cons and guessed that the opponent was most likely testing the martial arts of the Shuiyue Sect and had no intention of killing them. Moreover, according to Zhao Min's analysis, he and Temujin seemed to be on good terms, but were actually not on good terms. The Shuiyue Sect had betrayed them before, so they should be the target of his recruitment.
Therefore, in the end, Song Qingshu decided not to reveal his true strength. Even so, at the last moment, he still moved a few inches to avoid being hit. After all, the Water Moon Sect was a top expert in the world, so it was not strange for them to react like this.
"Fu Cailin killed a member of our Mongolian diplomatic mission. We should have immediately sent troops to punish them and make them pay with their blood, but this time, Xixia is playing tricks on us, which is a serious provocation. How about this, I will personally lead a team to deal with Xixia. Jigu, you take a team of ten thousand people to Goryeo and let the King of Goryeo deal with the murderer and give us an explanation."
At this moment, a young man stood up excitedly, "Yes, Jigu will not fail the mission."
Song Qingshu recalled Zhao Min's explanation last night and remembered that this Jigu was the son of Temujin's second brother, Hesar. Temujin's two younger brothers each controlled a large army and played an important role in the Mongolian Empire.
Now that the Mongolian army was divided into two groups, Song Qingshu felt a little relieved. Although Jigu's army was not large, it had at least reduced some of the pressure on Xixia. Moreover, Goryeo looked weak, but this country was not like the plains countries of Eastern Europe. A team of ten thousand Mongolian soldiers could sweep the grasslands of Eastern Europe, but against the hilly terrain of Goryeo, a team of ten thousand was not enough.
In the past, both the Sui and Tang Dynasties had been dragged into this quagmire by Goryeo. Hopefully, this time, the Mongolians would also be dragged into this quagmire.
"Shuiyue Sect, we Mongolians have always been fair in rewards and punishments. Originally, you deserted the battle and abandoned Xulewu, causing him to almost lose his life to the enemy. This is a crime punishable by death. But considering that you saved Xulewu and Chabi, your merits and demerits offset each other, and I will not pursue this matter. But if there is a next time … "Temujin suddenly sat up straight, and his tone became cold." Even if you make up for it later, you will still die! "
Song Qingshu felt as if he was in a sea of blood, and his whole body was about to be submerged in it at any moment. Looking at the people around him, he thought that this must be an illusion caused by Temujin releasing his Qi. He hurriedly suppressed the restless zhenqi in his body and pretended to be frightened as he replied, "I will remember this."
"You can leave now." Temujin waved his hand. It was obvious that the Shuiyue Sect did not have the right to participate in this meeting.
As he walked out of the tent, he could faintly hear Temujin asking Khubilai about his thoughts on Xulewu's attack. There were so many experts around that it was not good for him to stay, and since he knew who the mastermind was, he did not continue to listen.
After leaving the palace, he was wondering if he should go back to his residence or go to Zhao Min's place when he suddenly heard a pleasant voice. "Is that the Shuiyue Sect?"
Song QingShu turned around and saw an unbelievably beautiful face with a noble and inviolable posture. When the warriors around her saw her, their hearts began to race. Some of them were short of breath, and their bodies were trembling. Looking at their expressions, if it weren't for the fact that there were others present, they might have knelt down beside her to express their admiration and respect.
Song Qingshu had seen many beauties: Chen Yuanyuan, Taj-kis, Xiao Long Nu, Ge Bi, Huang Rong, Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, Ren Yingying … all of them were stunning beauties. Although he was a bit surprised that there was such a beautiful girl in Mongolia, he quickly regained his composure and imitated the usual style of the Shuiyue Sect. Wuji began to look her up and down. The yellow silk dress gently wrapped around her slender and beautiful body. The curves of her body seemed to be revealing an unfathomable secret.
Noticing his impudent gaze, the girl's eyes were still very calm and did not show any signs of anger.
Song Qingshu was startled. What's wrong with this girl? She's so young, but why does her eyes look so bleak? He could even sense a faint sense of death?
"The Grand Master still hasn't replied to me?" The girl finally spoke again.
Song QingShu replied, "Since you already know me, isn't it superfluous to ask?"
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