"That's not necessarily true!" As Song Qingshu spoke, a sword made of Genuine Qi floated in front of him.
"You want to fight all three of us alone?" A cold laugh came from the right behind them. A group of black crows appeared, and the figure of the Tongtian Shaman slowly appeared.
Seeing him appear, the morale of all the Mongolian soldiers was greatly boosted. The Tongtian Shaman was the spiritual leader of the Mongolians. Now that the three recognized masters were all here, the enemy would not be able to escape no matter how strong they were.
Hou Xibai couldn't help but wave the fan in his hand. "This time, Song Qingshu is dead." For some reason, there was a hint of pity in his tone. It was unclear whether it was because of the heaven's jealousy of the talented or because of Xiao Long Nu.
At this time, Princess Yalun had already moved to a safe place. Hearing this, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there really no chance at all?"
Hou Xibai explained, "Since they are all Great Grandmasters, their cultivation is about the same. Although one against two will definitely lose, there is still a chance to escape. But one against three, there is no way to escape even if he wants to."
After listening to his analysis, Princess Yalun was silent. She didn't know why she would care about someone who had once threatened her. Maybe it was because he was polite to her? Maybe the cooperation was pleasant?
On the other side, Jin Bingyun also frowned. She didn't know why she was so upset. The imaginary enemy she had been studying was dead just like that. Her life seemed to have lost its purpose.
For a moment, she even felt relaxed. Finally, she didn't have to worry about this heavy task anymore. But she immediately realized that even if Song Qingshu was dead, her task would not disappear. Because the Great Spell of Taoist Heart Demon Seed was still missing the last step, so she could only change her target to someone else.
But if it was someone else, they would not be as good as the man in front of her. She didn't know why she thought this way. She could only attribute it to the fact that she had studied him too much and developed a subconscious connection with him.
At this moment, Song Qingshu said, "I have no regrets in my life now that I have forced the Khan, the Shaman Leader, and the Devil Master to fight me together."
He did not expose the Tongtian Shaman's identity. He knew very well that it was impossible for the Tongtian Shaman to openly help him in front of so many Mongolian generals, but if it came down to it, he did not mind exposing the Tongtian Shaman's traitor behavior and taking the brunt of the thunder for him.
"You don't need to provoke us with your words. We Mongolians have always adhered to the principle of using all our strength even when hunting a rabbit. We won't fight you one by one."
On the other side, Pang Ban smiled wryly. Given his personality, he wouldn't do something like joining hands with others, but since the Great Khan had spoken, he wouldn't go so far as to reject him.
The eyes of the Tongtian Shaman flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Song Qingshu said, "But I heard that you Mongolians also have a custom, that is, to allow the enemy to die without shedding blood. Can I exchange this for another request, that is, to let them escape for the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, and then let others chase after them?"
He had heard from Zhao Min that in the Mongolian belief, if blood was shed when one died, they would not be able to return to the embrace of Everlasting Heaven. Therefore, when faced with an enemy worthy of respect, they would avoid killing them with swords and instead choose to put them in a sack and let them be trampled to death by horses.
Temujin looked at Guo Jing and the others and fell silent for a moment.
Song Qingshu thought that he would refuse, but he suddenly nodded and said, "Of course, we Mongolians have always respected heroes. You risked your life to save your friend, and you are a true man. Pass on my order, let them leave first. After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Li Chimei and Ba Siba will be in charge of capturing them."
"Yes, Great Khan!" Li Chimei and Ba Siba accepted the order.
Yang Guo bowed to Song Qingshu and said, "Brother Song, take care!"
Xiaowu and Xiaowu's eyes were filled with tears. "Brother Song, you must come back safely."
"This old beggar owes you a favor." Song Qingshu smiled and did not say anything.
Hong Qigong cupped his hands and said, "This old beggar owes you a favor. I don't know if I will ever be able to pay you back in this lifetime. If I can't, then I'll let my disciple pay for me. "
"But I already owe him several lives, I'm afraid I can't pay you back." Guo Jing looked conflicted.
"Go away, you're not my only disciple. I'm talking about Rong 'er." Hong Qigong patted him on the head.
"Little Song, remember to come back alive. You haven't taught me how to make a kite that can carry people into the sky. But if you really die, don't be afraid. I'll find my elder brother to avenge you. "
Song QingShu was speechless when he heard this. He thought that Zhou Botong's brain had some problems, saying such inauspicious things.
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After they left, Temujin said with a smile, "I suddenly remembered that your Golden Snake Battalion seems to have an alliance with us Mongolians. Wouldn't it be a pity if we became enemies now?"
"I'm allied with the Ruyang Palace, not with the Khan," Song Qingshu replied casually.
"Then I'll give you another chance. As long as you pledge allegiance to me, I'll let bygones be bygones. I'll even arrange a marriage between you and Princess Shaomin. In the future, not only can you inherit the Ruyang Palace, you can also become the King of the Central Plains."
Song Qingshu let out a long sigh. "Actually, ever since I came to this world, I've been trying to avoid making an enemy out of you because I know you're the strongest enemy in the world. But avoiding is not a solution. I've thought about it, and I think it's time to face you."
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of feigning civility and getting through this crisis first, but Temujin's words just now had ulterior motives. If he inherited the Ruyang Palace, what would happen to the Crown Prince? Wouldn't that cause internal strife between the siblings?
As for the King of the Song, that was even more ridiculous. The Mongols had yet to extend their reach to Jiangnan. If he were to accept the title of King of the Song, it would be a complete break with the Song court. When that happened, the Central Plains countries and the Golden Snake Battalion would engage in a fierce battle, allowing the Mongols to reap the benefits.
Of course, Song Qingshu wouldn't fall for a mere empty promise.
"If that's the case, then I can't let you live." As soon as Temujin's voice faded, a wave of blood surged from behind him, wrapping around his opponent.
Song Qingshu was so young, yet his level of cultivation was already so terrifying. If he was given a few more days, what would happen to him? Moreover, he was a powerful force and had a close relationship with the Song court. He was destined to be a potential enemy on the road to the south.
But under normal circumstances, it was extremely difficult to kill a Grandmaster. Today was a rare opportunity, and he naturally wouldn't let it go.
Song QingShu's expression was solemn. The roaring wave of blood before him was like a huge tsunami, and he could vaguely see white bones wailing in pain within each wave. The wave had not yet arrived, but the murderous aura that seemed to have a substance had already blotted out the sky and covered the earth. If one's cultivation was slightly lower, they would probably have their minds destroyed in an instant.
Who knew how many people he would have to kill to master this Sea of Blood and Bones!
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