Ever since his conversation with Ouyang Feng, the shadow that had accumulated in Song Qingshu's heart had suddenly cleared up, and the entire world in his eyes had become very different from before.
Blood Knife Ancestor, Venerable Sangjie, and True Jade were all grandmasters who ruled over a region. They were the best of the best in the world of martial artists. Song QingShu stood calmly with his hands clasped behind his back despite being surrounded by the three of them. There was not a hint of seriousness on his face.
Su Quan and the others, seeing his arrogance, couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for him. In the eyes of the three of them, however, it was a completely different scene. They clearly saw Song QingShu standing there, yet they were unable to sense his existence. That feeling that was similar to the warping of space caused them to be anxious and bewildered, and their courage was taken away.
True Jade clearly knew that he had pretended to curry favor with Song Qingshu, but he had secretly joined forces with Blood Knife Ancestor and the others to lure Ouyang Feng over, taking advantage of the opportunity to eliminate the two. Now that Song Qingshu had escaped, the one who was the most angry was probably himself.
Seeing that Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie had the intention to retreat, he knew that even if Song QingShu let them go, he might not let him go. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the initiative to initiate the battle, tying Blood Knife Ancestor and Sangjie to the same boat.
With the lesson from Shengjing Sect, True Jade didn't dare to use Taishan Sect's sword technique this time. Instead, he switched to Iron Sword Sect's martial arts. His sword moved nimbly, and coupled with the marvelous Lightning Steps of Hundred Changes, his figure drifted erratically toward Song Qingshu.
The other people in the field secretly admired him. True Jade seemed to have turned into seven afterimages, each of which was like smoke or fog, making it hard for people to see them clearly. Even before the fight began, he was already in an invincible position.
Blood Knife Ancestor and Master Sangjie were extremely experienced people, so they knew that if they just stood by and watched, they would eventually be defeated one by one. Thus, it was better to combine their strength, and the outcome was still unknown.
The two of them shouted loudly and took advantage of this opportunity to close in. Blood Knife Ancestor brandished his blood knife, which flickered with a cold light. Sangjie's Giant Palm Seal was incomparably profound. Together with True Jade, they attacked Song QingShu from three different directions.
"Be careful!" The two women warned in unison.
Su Quan turned around and looked at Fang Yi with a smile that was not a smile. Fang Yi felt a chill in her heart when she was stared at by Su Quan. She quickly lowered her head, but the corner of her eyes still drifted to the field.
True Jade was very satisfied with his performance this time. Whether it was the timing or the angle of the thrust, it was the culmination of a lifetime of experience. He was confident that any expert would retreat under such a treacherous sword move.
Very quickly, the smile on his face froze. Song Qingshu had only moved his body slightly to the side, and he had dodged his most powerful strike. Shocked, True Jade wanted to retreat, but at this moment, Song Qingshu stretched out two fingers. His speed was very slow, so slow that True Jade could clearly see the trajectory of his opponent's hand. However, he was stunned to find that he couldn't dodge. In the next moment, the sword in his hand was firmly caught by those two fingers.
In a moment of absent-mindedness, True Jade felt a skillful force coming from the tip of the sword. He was pulled by the other party to meet Blood Knife Ancestor's attack.
Blood Knife Ancestor aimed a lightning-fast strike at Song Qingshu's back. Just as he was secretly delighted, his vision blurred and in the next moment, True Jade's sword unexpectedly stabbed at him.
The sword was a treasure sword that could cut through iron like mud, and the knife was also a treasure sword with a threatening cold air. After the sword and blade collided, Blood Knife Ancestor and True Jade retreated several meters, feeling their blood and Qi in turmoil. They looked at the gaps in their weapons and didn't have the time to feel distressed. They hastily raised their heads to watch the battle.
After Song QingShu had forced the two masters to retreat, a wooden sword appeared in his right hand out of nowhere. Looking at the complicated and abstruse handprints that were coming at him from the side, he raised the sword and stabbed at a certain point in the handprints. Master Sangjie screamed and flew back.
When he steadied himself, his chubby face was drenched in cold sweat. His hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe, making it hard to see them clearly.
When everyone was confused, Song QingShu said, "Sangjie, if you can escape with your life today and go back to the Zhen Yan Sect to practice hard for three years, you might be able to practice the Mahamudra back."
When Blood Knife Ancestor and True Jade saw Sangjie's ashen face, they were shocked. Sangjie was the number one master of the second generation of the Zhen Yan Sect, and his Mahamudra kung fu could be said to have reached a higher level, but it was actually destroyed by Song Qingshu's sword?
The fat on Sangjie's face trembled, and his voice was hoarse. "What you have given me today, I will definitely return it a hundred times in the future."
"In my opinion, those who say this are incompetent people." Song Qingshu smiled indifferently. "Not to mention that you don't even know if there will be a day."
Sangjie's face turned pale, and Blood Knife Ancestor also felt a chill in his heart. Looking at the Yelu siblings who had been watching with folded arms, he said in a cold voice, "Khitan has received great kindness from Mongolia, and we have always advanced and retreated together. Are you two just going to watch from the side?"
The Yelu siblings looked at each other and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes. Originally, they did not want to get involved in this muddy water, but Liao and Mongolia were allies, and now the broken Liao needed to rely on Mongolia in many places. If the Mongolian envoy was killed here, it was afraid that it would damage the relations between the two countries.
Yelu Nanxian took off her cloak, revealing her enviable tall and proud figure. She slowly pulled out the sword in her hand and pointed it at Song Qingshu. She looked at him with a wry smile and said, "Mr. Song, people can't help themselves in Jianghu, please!" Yelu Qi also stepped forward. When he was young, he received the teachings of the Old Urchin, Zhou Botong, and had learned most of the Quanzhen Sect's orthodox martial arts. Although his martial arts were not as good as his cousin Yelu Nanxian's, within the Yelu Imperial Family, he was still one of the top experts.
Seeing Yelu Nanxian's cold face filled with seriousness, Song Qingshu put away his wooden sword, revealing a warm smile, "Since they are Miss Nanxian's friends, this one naturally will not make things difficult for them. Whether you want to stay or leave, please do as you please."
Yelu Nanxian was taken aback, noticing that everyone's gazes on her were filled with an inexplicable ambiguity. A rare blush appeared on her face as she sheathed her sword. Looking at Song QingShu, there was a hint of gentleness in her eyes, "Nanxian thanks Mister Song."
Su Quan coughed lightly, looking at Blood Knife Ancestor and the others, she coldly said, "Why are you still here? Are you waiting for the Divine Dragon Sect to prepare a feast for you?"
Although she really wanted to take this opportunity to kill Blood Knife Ancestor and Master Sangjie to avenge Hong Antong and establish her authority in the sect, Song Qingshu had already agreed to let them go. Su Quan weighed the importance of establishing her authority and her impression in Song Qingshu's heart, wisely not refuting Song Qingshu's words.
Watching Blood Knife Ancestor and the others leave in a sorry state, Yelu Nanxian thought to herself, this trip not only helped the Mongolian side, but also indirectly destroyed Ali Buge and Hong Li's plot, at the same time, she also completed Su Yin's task of protecting Su Quan, it was really a rewarding trip. She looked at Song QingShu with a hint of gratitude and said, "We brother and sister also have to return to Great Liao, we will bid farewell here, until we meet again."
"See you later." Song QingShu nodded with a smile.
Watching Song Qingshu watch Yelu Nanxian leave, Su Quan giggled and said, "Her shadow has disappeared for so long … since you can't bear to let her go, why not make her stay as a guest?"
Song Qingshu was startled, smiled bitterly and said, "No way, I was thinking about a question, how long can you be the Sect Leader?"
At this time, the Divine Dragon Sect disciples in the hall finally reacted, they all knelt down and shouted, "We respectfully request the Sect Leader to ascend to the throne, may the Sect Leader enjoy immortal fortune and live as long as the heavens."
Su Quan smiled sweetly, holding Song Qingshu's hand with one hand, she said, "Come with me." Holding Song Qingshu's hand, the two of them walked up the stairs step by step, arriving in front of Hong Antong's throne. Su Quan sat down naturally and said in a sweet voice, "Rise."
"Thank you, Sect Leader!"
"Although Sect Leader Hong was wrong in the past … but he has done a great service to the sect. Come, collect Sect Leader Hong's body and bury it the next day."
"We solemnly obey Sect Leader's decree."
Many Divine Dragon Sect disciples cursed endlessly in their hearts. In the past, it was clearly her and Sect Leader Hong who wantonly harmed the elderly, but now she pushed all the blame to Hong Antong.
"There is one more thing," Su Quan looked at Song Qingshu next to her with a smile, "Pass down my order, from now on this Mr. Song is our Divine Dragon Sect's most distinguished guest, seeing him is the same as seeing the Sect Leader, his order is the Sect Leader's order."
Most of the young Divine Dragon Sect disciples were Su Quan's confidants, they did not feel anything, but the rest of the elderly sneered incessantly in their hearts: her husband has just died, yet she pushed the adulterer out so quickly …
However, now that the general situation has been settled, these people did not dare to have any other thoughts. Hearing Su Quan's soft and charming voice, their bodies and bones somewhat softened, their hearts were filled with endless envy: this Song Qingshu is really lucky in love, he can wantonly enjoy this kind of kindness.
"Right now the army is outside, everyone must perform your duties and strictly guard each stronghold. As for the specific matters, I will pass down the order later."
Looking at the Divine Dragon Sect disciples respectfully retreating below the stairs, Su Quan felt as if she was in a dream, she did not expect that her wish would come true so quickly, she originally thought that it would take a lifetime …
Thinking of this, Su Quan looked at Song Qingshu, her eyes full of affection.
Being looked at by such a beautiful and charming woman with this kind of eyes, no man would not be moved. Song Qingshu was proud of himself, but he secretly exclaimed in his heart: did Su Quan really have love for him? Perhaps not. Right now, strong enemies were everywhere, she needed a strong man, and he was more in line with her requirements in all aspects, that was why she appeared to be so duty-bound.
If it was a young and inexperienced boy, perhaps he would be confused by her affectionate eyes, but Song Qingshu had already passed this stage, with one glance he could see through Su Quan's careful thoughts.
If it was before, perhaps Song Qingshu would have a grudge in his heart, but now he had slowly become accustomed to the rules of this world, Su Quan's choice was understandable, not to mention that Su Quan was not only a beautiful woman, but also a smart and mature woman. Getting along with such a woman, presumably there would not be any unnecessary troubles.
"Right now the strong enemies have not retreated, Divine Dragon Sect's vitality is greatly damaged, you … do you have any good idea?" A sentence that could not be any more normal, but when Su Quan said it with a coquettish and charming nasal voice, it was particularly seductive.
"There is a way, but I don't know if Madame Hong dares to do it or not." All along, Song Qingshu had been thinking about how to solve Divine Dragon Sect's predicament. Not long after he arrived at Divine Dragon Sect, he received inspiration from various emissaries and came up with a solution.
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