As soon as he said this, everyone was in an uproar. The Demon Palace was almost on par with Shamanism in Mobei, especially Demon Master Pang Ban, who was considered by many to be the most mysterious and powerful person.
Before the rise of the Great Khan, the Mongolians discussed who was stronger between him and Tongtian Shaman daily. Even though the Demon Gate was divided into three sects and six schools, and the sects were almost incompatible with each other, the other sects had to admit that Pang Ban was the undisputed number one in the Demon Gate.
And yet, this young man in front of him dared to boast so shamelessly about such a supreme master.
Countless fans of the Demon Palace were about to scold him when Pang Ban slowly said, "That's right, I haven't mastered the Great Art of Daoist Heart Demonic Seed. If we really fight, I'm no match for you."
The other people who were filled with righteous indignation were instantly silenced. The scene was silent for a moment. Many people were still unwilling to believe it. This guy looked like he was in his twenties or thirties. Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, he couldn't be so powerful.
Jin Bingyun was also very surprised. In her heart, her honored master was invincible, but now he actually admitted that he was inferior to a young man. This made her look at Song Qingshu with a hint of fanaticism.
No matter who it was, they all had respect and admiration for the truly powerful.
Suddenly, she felt something and turned around. She noticed that Pang Ban was looking at her intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately remembered her mission of planting the demonic seed in Daoist Heart.
All these years, in order to complete this mission, she had done a lot of research on this goal. She even thought that she knew him better than his lover. She was very certain that she would succeed, but now that he was right before her, she couldn't help but waver. Can I really complete this mission?
Previously, she had been very resistant to this mission. She had already wanted to die. The reason why she had been studying Song QingShu so desperately was to take revenge on Pang Ban. She wanted to see if her master, whom she loved and hated at the same time, would be sad, sad, or jealous when she threw herself into his arms and made love to him?
Noticing that his beloved disciple's eyes weren't as lifeless as they usually were, and there seemed to be a trace of vigor in them. Especially when he looked at Song Qingshu, Pang Ban suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart. However, he immediately noticed that his cultivation that had been stagnant for a long time seemed to be showing faint signs of loosening, and he couldn't help but be lost in thought. Could this be the meaning of Dao Heart Bedevilment …?
He quickly composed himself. Now was not the time to think about these things. His demonic eyes looked at Song Qingshu. "Although your cultivation is high, you are only one person. You are destined to be alone tonight."
Song Qingshu was about to answer when he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He looked to the other side of the battlefield.
Hong Qigong was in the midst of his battle with the Vajra Sect Master when he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet was blood-red as if he was in a sea of blood. Hong Qigong was stunned for a moment before his hair stood on end. He had never felt such an inexplicable sense of danger ever since he had achieved success in martial arts.
He forced the Vajra Sect Master back with a palm strike and tried to fly out of the sea of blood, but a monstrous wave suddenly surged in front of him and blocked his way.
Hong Qigong's expression changed drastically. He took out the rarely used Dog Beating Stick from his waist and immediately used the ultimate move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique, No Dog Under the Heavens. Countless green bamboo stick shadows appeared around him, protecting him in the center while striking the blood-red wave around him.
In the distance, Song Qingshu's expression was solemn. He immediately used Imminent Skyline to appear next to Hong Qigong. However, Pang Ban seemed to be prepared for this. He took a step forward and stood between him and Hong Qigong.
In that split second, Hong Qigong's victory was already decided. The green bamboo stick shadows that filled the sky disappeared, and Hong Qigong fell heavily to the ground. The Dog Beating Stick in his hand had already been broken.
"Master!" Guo Jing felt a sharp pain in his head. At that moment, he recalled many things.
Seeing this, Zhou Botong rushed over to catch him. His usually frivolous face was now filled with anxiety. "Old Beggar, what's wrong?"
Hong Qigong spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid this is the end of this old beggar." As he said this, he looked fearfully at the figure that was gradually appearing in the distance. 520
A tall and burly old man appeared a few feet away. His golden armor made him look especially heroic, and the two wolf fur pendants on both sides of his helmet added a sense of ferocity to his appearance.
"Greetings, Great Khan!" The surrounding soldiers all knelt down to pay their respects. Yang Guo and the others quickly brought Guo Jing to Hong Qigong's side.
"What was the name of that move of yours?" Temujin ignored the surrounding soldiers and looked at Hong Qigong.
"No Dog Under the Heavens." Hong Qigong looked at the broken stick in his hand, his face full of bitterness. No Dog Under the Heavens was the ultimate move of the Dog Beating Stick Technique. When Ouyang Feng broke it on Mount Hua, Hong Qigong didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it was just a practice. He had given Ouyang Feng a day and a night to break it.
How could he have had the time to react during the actual battle? And even if the technique was broken, it didn't matter. The technique was dead, and the person was made of fire. A single technique was indeed easy to break, but it was a different story when the person used it.
But today, he had lost. He had clearly lost. Even if they fought ten more times, he would still lose.
Temujin nodded. "Not bad. I've heard that the Beggar Clan's Dog Beating Stick Technique is unparalleled. Today, I've seen it for myself. To think that you were able to escape with your life from my hands."
Even though he was praising Hong Qigong, as one of the Five Greats of the Central Plains, Hong Qigong, who had dominated the martial world for so many years, couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
Song Qingshu said in a low voice: "For someone of the Khan's status to suddenly launch a sneak attack, isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Even though Hong Qigong wasn't a match for him in a direct confrontation, he shouldn't have lost so badly.
Temujin snorted. "We Mongols learn the tactics of the wolves of the steppe. We avoid the enemy's strength and attack their weaknesses, waiting for the right opportunity to strike the fatal blow. It was through this method that we were able to conquer this vast empire. "The Khan is mighty, the Khan is mighty!" The surrounding soldiers all cheered. Clearly, this was a popular theory among the Mongols.
"The Khan is mighty, the Khan is mighty!" The surrounding soldiers all cheered. Clearly, this was a popular theory among the Mongols.
Song Qingshu knew that there was no point in saying anything more. He stepped in front of Hong Qigong and the others and said to Yang Guo, "Take them away, I'm here."
"What about you?" Even though the opponent was a love rival, Yang Guo couldn't bring himself to abandon his comrades.
"Don't worry about me," Song Qingshu said. "If I don't leave now, no one will be able to leave."
"I'll stay with you," Zhou Botong said. "It's not like I haven't seen any grandmasters before. Back in the day, I sparred with my senior brother every day. I'm used to it."
Song Qingshu was a bit tempted. Zhou Botong's kung fu had indeed reached the threshold of that level. It wasn't as if Song Qingshu couldn't put up a fight. But in the end, he shook his head. It was too dangerous for Zhou Botong to stay here. "Yang Guo can't take care of all of them by himself. Do you want Hong Qigong and Guo Jing to die here?"
Zhou Botong scratched his head and was in a difficult position. "Old Urchin," Yang Guo said, "let's take Uncle Guo and Hong Qigong away first so that they won't be a burden to him. We'll come back later to help."
Guo Jing's eyes were filled with tears. "Brother Song, this all started because of me. You don't have to worry about me. Take my master and the others and leave. You've saved me so many times already, I don't know how to repay you. "
"Brother Guo, don't worry about it," Song Qingshu replied. "Saving you … is what I should do. you leave first, I can easily escape by myself."
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