It turned out that San Du saw the two of them exchange blows. Although he couldn't tell who had the upper hand, he guessed that they had consumed about the same amount of energy. At this time, the old strength had been used up and the new strength had not yet recovered, so they keenly grasped this momentary gap.
Of course, they didn't think that they could defeat a Great Grandmaster. But they gave the sweeping monk enough time to rest, while Song Qingshu didn't have time to recover. Under this situation, the scales of victory would gradually tilt in their favor.
The three long ropes were completely black and no light could be seen when they moved. These three long ropes seemed slow, but they were actually fast, without the slightest sound of wind. Obviously, their internal energy had reached the state of perfection.
Du E's black rope turned into a straight blade, like a spear or a stick, stabbing forward. At the same time, the two black ropes in Du Jie and Du Nan's hands wrapped around him from behind, trying to entangle him for a moment.
"Brother Song, be careful!" The yellow-robed woman also waved her long whip, using the White Python Whip Technique to coil around two of the black ropes, at least to help relieve some of the pressure.
Fu Yaohong's figure flashed and blocked her long whip. Tianshan Tonglao hesitated for a moment, but didn't move.
Song Qingshu, who was in the center of the Vajra Subduing Evil Circle, waved his left hand and used a skillful force to entangle Du Jie and Du Nan's long whips together, counteracting each other's attacks.
Du Jie and Du Nan were shocked. They had been immersed in the Vajra Subduing Evil Circle for decades. The former Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect died here, and even the former Cult Leader of the Devil Cult, Zhang Wuji, was trapped inside and unable to escape. They didn't expect that their opponent could so easily neutralize their attacks.
But what made their eyes widen was another thing. They saw Song Qingshu slowly stretch out the fingers of his right hand and gently clamp down on Du E's black rope, which was powerful enough to break a stone tablet.
Du E, on the other hand, was not surprised but happy. With a flick of his wrist, an earth-shattering internal energy hit Song Qingshu's chest. Long whips had a great advantage, which was that they could multiply your internal energy. The closer to the end of the whip, the stronger the power you could wield.
As a Great Grandmaster, the other party's cultivation was higher than his, but if his inner force was magnified by ten times, would the other party still be stronger than him?
He had actually been so arrogant as to directly clamp the tip of his whip with his hand. If it had been any other expert, Du E was confident that he could even break their ribs and crush their internal organs. The other party was a great grandmaster, so he definitely wouldn't do that. However, breaking the bones of his fingers shouldn't be a problem.
At this moment, the sweeping monk hurriedly warned, "Be careful!"
Du E stared blankly. He didn't understand why the monk would warn Song Qingshu to be careful. Could it be that he cherished talent? But now that the two of them were standing on opposite sides, soft-heartedness would not do.
At this moment, Song Qingshu snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist that was gripping the whip, an even bigger wave followed the black rope and attacked Du E.
The wave that Du E's wrist had conjured was like ice and snow meeting a volcano; it melted in an instant. In his shock, he wanted to let go of the whip, but it was already too late.
An incomparably terrifying inner force directly smashed into his chest, causing Du E to spit out a mouthful of blood. In that instant, he knew that seven or eight of his ribs had been broken, and his internal organs had suffered serious injuries.
"Senior Martial Brother!"
Du Nan, Du Jie, and Du E had been meditating in the Shaolin Temple's back mountain for decades. In order to practice the Vajra Subduing Devil Circle, they had practiced to the point where their hearts and minds were interlinked. Even blood brothers could not compare to the feelings between them.
Seeing Du E in such a miserable state, the two of them were shocked and angry. With a flick of their wrists, they untied the black ropes that were wrapped around them. One of them aimed at Song Qingshu's spine, and the other at his waist.
Song Qingshu's face turned cold. In an instant, countless Sword Qi condensed in the air, and the two impressive black ropes were instantly cut into several pieces.
The rest of the Sword Qi continued to shoot towards the two men's right hands. The Vajra Subduing Devil Circle was called the Subduing Devil Circle, but the three of them had unknowingly entered the Devil's Path. At the Lion Slaying Gathering, countless masters from other sects had died under their black ropes. Even the head of the Kunlun Sect had been beaten to death by them.
Their attacks were extremely ruthless, without the slightest mercy of a Buddhist monk. Just now, whether it was the spine or the waist, a normal person would be lucky enough to survive, but the lower half of their body would be paralyzed. Therefore, Du Jie did not show any mercy.
Du Nan's cultivation was originally lower than Du E's. In the face of the fierce Sword Qi, they could not react at all.
Before the Sword Qi reached their bodies, they already felt a faint tingling sensation on their skin. There was only one thought left in their minds: "My life is over!"
At this moment, a gray shadow blocked in front of the two of them. His hands formed an invisible Qi that melted the Sword Qi. However, his body still shook, and his face became paler than before.
Song Qingshu did not attack again. Instead, he looked at the gray shadow with a somewhat complicated expression. "Originally, your injury would have recovered in a few days. If you force yourself to attack now, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover in a short time."
"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk sighed. "After all, I brought them out of Shaolin Temple. I can't watch them die in a foreign land."
Song Qingshu said lightly, "You should also know the situation just now. I have been merciful. On the contrary, their moves are getting more and more ruthless. Therefore, I plan to cripple one of their hands so that they can meditate and worship Buddha."
"Thank you, benefactor, for being merciful." The sweeping monk nodded. "If you hadn't been merciful, I'm afraid Du E would have died on the spot."
Hearing the conversation between the two, the surrounding people were shocked. Du Nan was even more ashamed. It turned out that the other side had been merciful from the beginning.
However, what was even more shocking was another thing. Just now, the sweeping monk and Song Qingshu had exchanged one move. Listening to their words, the sweeping monk had been defeated in one move. How was this possible?
The strength of the sweeping monk was well known. He was recognized in Jianghu as a figure on par with Wudang Zhenren Zhang. No matter how powerful Song Qingshu was, it was in line with everyone's understanding that he was at most on par with him.
Even if Song Qingshu had suddenly risen in recent years and become a Great Grandmaster, no matter how powerful he was, he was only a little better than the sweeping monk. They were both Great Grandmasters, so how could the winner be decided so quickly?
This was a question that both Song Qingshu and the sweeping monk knew. If they had fought normally, it would not have been so easy to decide the winner. However, just now, the sweeping monk had sensed that his opponent was injured, so he wanted to end the battle quickly. As soon as they met, both sides had used their unique skills to fight.
However, he had not expected that Song Qingshu's sword Qi would be so powerful. In a head-on clash, he had suffered quite a bit. Later on, in order to save Du Nan, his injuries had worsened.
At this time, the yellow-robed woman had already given up fighting Fu Yao. Compared to Fu Yaohong's disappointment, she was now looking at the figure with a face full of excitement. Which girl in the world did not want their lover to be an invincible hero?
Heaven Mountain Tonglao had a complicated expression. She thought to herself that this guy had improved very quickly. The last time they had separated, he was clearly not this powerful. How did he do it? She could not help but want to ask him.
At this time, the sweeping monk was injured, and San Du could no longer fight. Only Fu Yaohong and Heaven Mountain Tonglao were left. However, both of them had some friendship with Song Qingshu. For a moment, both sides were silent.
"Take her away." It was still Heaven Mountain Tonglao who spoke first. She knew that her group could not stop the other party, so she might as well do him a favor. In any case, the Crown Prince was already dead. A mere yellow-robed woman would not affect the overall situation.
However, Song Qingshu shook his head. "This time, I came to the palace mainly to see Brother Guo. I have some questions to ask him."
Fu Yaohong's brows furrowed. "Prince Song, although your martial arts are high, with all of us swarming together and the experts in the palace, you may not be able to win."
The restoration of the Great Zhou Dynasty had been the hard work of several generations. Now that they had finally allowed Emperor Ruiwu's descendant to ascend to the throne, they could not let anyone ruin it, no matter how strong he was.
Hearing her words, the guards and soldiers nearby all drew their swords from their waists and drew their longbows. The situation could be triggered at any moment.
At this time, Guo Jing's voice came from deep within the palace. "Aunt, let him in."
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