Seeing Song Qingshu fall, Pang Ban also made a move. It was just a simple punch, but it was more powerful than any divine weapon. His punch seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, as if there was the power of a mountain behind it.
Song Qingshu could also feel a wave of psychic power, and he knew that this was a special feature of the Demonized Heart technique. It was good at attacking the opponent on the psychic level. If anyone else encountered it, they would be affected by Pang Ban's strange psychic power, and they would be defeated before the fight even started.
Unfortunately, Song Qingshu was also good at psychic power, and to a certain extent, he was immune to one of the opponent's biggest advantages. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight at all.
As the fist and palm collided, Song Qingshu's body shook. After all, he had fought against two Grandmasters, and Pang Ban had seized the perfect opportunity to force him back with one punch. However, Song Qingshu's own blood was boiling, and he could not help but look at the young man with a serious expression, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
The opponent was so young, and yet he had such a level of cultivation. It was simply amazing. If I use this kind of person as a cauldron for the Demonized Heart, wouldn't I become the world's number one?
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly burned with passion.
As Song Qingshu was forced back to his original position, Temujin's monstrous Blood Sea came back. A Mongolian soldier next to him did not dodge in time and was caught by the edge of the Blood Sea. With a scream, he instantly turned into a pile of bones. Perhaps it was an illusion, but he vaguely saw a ghost face with a twisted and painful expression in the Blood Sea, which quickly disappeared with the other bones.
Even Pang Ban and the Tongtian Shaman did not get too close when Temujin attacked, obviously they were also afraid of this Blood Sea.
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, "You think you're the only one with a Blood Sea?"
As he said this, he opened his hands, and the sword aura that had been revolving around him turned into countless rays. From afar, it looked as if he was in a ball of light. Then, he raised his hands, and suddenly a turbulent sea surged behind him. Different from Temujin's Blood Sea, his sea was as white as snow.
"How is this possible?" Everyone was shocked, and the Tongtian Shaman and Pang Ban were also shocked.
However, their eyesight was even better, and they quickly noticed that it wasn't some snow white wave, but countless strands of sword qi! Each Sword Qi was erratic, and they were too close to each other. When they came together, they looked like the waves of the sea.
Song Qingshu waved his hands, and the wave of sword energy behind him surged towards Temujin's Blood Sea.
The bloody sea and the snow-white waves collided fiercely. The white ghost faces in the bloody sea were nailed to death by the Sword Qi, but countless Sword Qi were also melted by the bloody sea.
Everyone around seemed to have heard the sound of the tsunami, but then all the sounds disappeared, as if everything was quiet.
Then, the substance that was mixed with the sea of blood and sword qi spread out in all directions. The Mongolian soldiers in the distance were so frightened that they turned around and fled. They were clearly very far away, but the speed at which the substance splashed out was too fast. It almost reached them in the blink of an eye, and anyone who touched it would die.
Suddenly, a few mournful cries rang out in the air. Like the cries of jackdaws, black crows blotted out the sky and covered the earth as they flew over. They crashed into the sea of blood and Sword Qi that were splashing everywhere. Almost single-handedly, they blocked the aftershocks of the battle between the two of them.
"All hail the Sect Master!"
Many people knelt down to express their sincerest gratitude to the Sorcerer Shaman. Shamanism had a high status in the hearts of the Mongolians, and now the Sorcerer Shaman had saved their lives.
The Sorcerer Shaman did not look at these people. These people were just tools to buy people's hearts. What he cared about the most was the person in the middle of the battlefield. "I've already given you the chance. It's just a matter of whether you can run away or not."
Now that he was in front of Temujin and the others, it was difficult for him to go easy. Just as he was having a headache, he seized this opportunity. After all, he had saved the lives of so many soldiers, and Temujin would not be able to blame him for not doing his best.
Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood, but he had no time to care about anything else. He quickly ran towards the empty space that the Sorcerer Shaman had just revealed. Yu Yu
Pang Ban's body moved, and it seemed as if he had taken a step in front of him. His opponent and Temujin were both injured, and now was the best time to kill him.
But when he thought of the Great Magic of Dao and Heart, he could not help but hesitate. But his face immediately changed, because he sensed that his opponent's sword was extremely sharp, even stronger than when he was at his peak.
Pang Ban had no time to think. The current situation was no longer a question of whether or not he would hold back, but whether or not he would be able to keep his life.
In a hurry, he threw out a punch without holding anything back.
The two separated as soon as they collided. Song Qingshu's figure disappeared at the end of the street, and Pang Ban quickly retreated a few dozen feet before he could stand still. He was still elegant, and his whole person exuded a strange charm. Only Jin Bingyun, who was beside him, could see clearly that blood was flowing from his fist in his sleeve.
Jin Bingyun could not help but be shocked. It must be known that Pang Ban's fist was comparable to metal and stone. Even against the famous Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber of the Central Plains, his fist would not be damaged in the slightest.
After so many years, Pang Ban could kill people with a flick of his fingers, and there were very few people who were worthy of him using his fist. But now, his fist had suffered such a serious injury?
For a moment, Jin Bingyun could not help but be in a daze. Was that man's kung fu really this high? Under the joint attack of three Grandmasters, he had seriously injured two Grandmasters, and still managed to escape?
At this time, Temujin, who had been standing still all this time, finally opened his mouth. "Pass down my order, conduct a citywide search. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must capture Song Qingshu!"
The Tongtian Shaman's eyes moved slightly. He was keenly aware of the hidden tremor in Temujin's voice. Obviously, he was trying his best to suppress his injury. Should he take this opportunity …
But looking at Pang Ban in the distance, and then at the countless Mongolian warriors around, he temporarily dismissed the idea.
After giving the order, Temujin suppressed his trembling body and returned to the main tent under the escort of Naya.
His orders had always been strictly obeyed, but this time, after he gave the order, everyone, whether it was the ordinary soldiers or the experts that were trained in various places, all looked at each other in dismay and did not move.
He is a Grandmaster. If you can't even stop him, then aren't we just going to die?
As if he had seen through everyone's doubts, Pang Ban opened his mouth. "Just now, he used a secret technique similar to the Great Art of Sky Demon Disintegration from the Holy Gate. He overdrew his life force and blood essence for a short period of time. After that, he will become very weak, and even ordinary soldiers can kill him."
In front of so many people, he had fought against the heavily injured Song QingShu in his perfect condition. Even if Pang Ban was calm and composed, he still had to explain the reason behind it to save some face.
Hearing this, the Mongolian soldiers were excited. They roared and ran in the direction that Song Qingshu had just left, as if they could see wealth and glory waving at them.
Watching the crowd leave, Pang Ban said to his disciple, "Bingyun, you go too."
Jin Bingyun nodded. "Okay, I will definitely kill him to avenge Master."
Pang Ban shook his head. "No, you have to save him."
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