Song QingShu looked at Fang Yi and couldn't help but feel guilty. Fang Yi noticed his gaze, and the resentment that had accumulated in her during this period of time immediately disappeared. She suddenly realized that Feng Xifan was thrusting his sword at her, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Watch out!"
When Feng Xifan saw that Song QingShu was suddenly distracted, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly thrust his sword towards Miao Ruolan, who was in Song QingShu's arms. His calculations were very clear. Song QingShu's martial arts were very high. If he attacked him directly, even though he was caught unprepared, he might not be able to hurt him.
But if he stabbed the little girl in his opponent's arms, he would definitely save her. Saving someone and saving oneself were two completely different reactions. Saving oneself was all instinctive and it was difficult to have a flaw in one's movements. But saving someone was different. If one was caught off guard, one would definitely reveal a flaw. Feng Xifan was waiting for that moment of opportunity.
Noticing Feng Xifan's action, how could Song Qingshu not understand his intentions? He immediately became furious. He had originally decided not to help either side, but don't blame me if you are looking for death.
Song Qingshu stretched out his palm to block the tip of the sword. Feng Xifan was immediately overjoyed. Isn't this equivalent to crippling one of your hands? Just as he was about to use all his strength to stab his opponent's palm, the vital energy on the tip of the sword was like a clay ox entering the sea.
Song Qingshu coldly snorted and lightly pushed his palm forward. Like breaking dry weeds and rotten wood, he broke Feng Xifan's long sword inch by inch.
Feng Xifan only felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. He could not summon his inner strength no matter how hard he tried. His whole body was numb and he stood there in a daze.
Song QingShu didn't give him another chance. His finger silently pressed on his Shanzhong acupoint, and his zhenqi instantly destroyed his vitality. He said coldly, "You should also taste the feeling of killing someone without spilling blood."
Feng Xifan's face turned red and his throat gurgled. The vitality in his eyes gradually disappeared and he finally fell to the ground.
Seeing Feng Xifan fall to the ground, Zheng Keshuang was shocked, but he didn't take it too seriously. He instructed his men to help him up. He didn't know that his men ran over and sighed. He suddenly stuttered, "Second Young Master, Feng … Feng … Feng …"
"Feng, what the f * * k!" Not only did he fail to show off his skills in front of the beauty, but he also made a mess of himself. Zheng Keshuang was already filled with anger. Seeing that his subordinates were so stupid, he immediately became furious.
"Master Feng is dead."
As soon as these words came out, the pavilion suddenly fell into a strange silence. Even the people of Mu Palace had a look of disbelief. Just 30 minutes ago, Feng Xifan was still here showing off his prowess, but he just died silently like this?
Patter!
The teacup in Zheng Keshuang's hand fell to the ground. He was the first to react because he knew that his men would never dare to deceive him. If he said that Feng Xifan was dead, then he was really dead.
Thinking of how Feng Xifan had dazzled his eyes and attacked the opponent so many times, only to have the opponent take his life with a raise of his hand, Zheng Keshuang couldn't help but tremble. He understood that he had probably offended someone he shouldn't have.
"You … You actually killed Master Feng, you … Do you know who I am?" Zheng Keshuang said in a threatening manner.
"Why can't Feng Xifan be killed? He just killed Master Bai of Mu Palace. A life for a life, it's very fair. " Song Qingshu thought that since Feng Xifan had been killed, the Zheng family of Taiwan would definitely be offended, so he might as well take the opportunity to sell a favor to Mu Palace.
In fact, in Song Qingshu's view, the people of Mu Palace were now withered and had long been declining, far less valuable than the Zheng family of Taiwan. However, in the short contact just now, Song Qingshu understood that he and Zheng Keshuang were not the same kind of people, and they were destined to not be in the same pot. It was better to get along with Mu Palace, not to mention that Mu Palace also had Fang Yi.
Sure enough, when they heard Song Qingshu say so, the people of Mu Palace had a look of gratitude in their eyes, especially Bai Hansong's younger brother, Bai Hanfeng, and Mu Jiansheng.
Needless to say, the reason why Mu Jiansheng was so grateful was that he knew it was difficult to kill Feng Xifan with his own strength to avenge his men.
Under his leadership, the people of Mu Palace had struggled for many years for the illusory goal of fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, but they could not see the slightest possibility of success. Everyone's hearts had long been wavering. If Mu Jiansheng could not avenge Bai Hansong this time, perhaps it would be the last straw that broke the camel's back. It would be a huge blow to his prestige, and the Mu Palace might even fall apart.
Now that Song Qingshu had killed Feng Xifan, he had really solved a potential crisis for him, so how could Mu Jiansheng not be happy?
Fang Yi's eyes were even more charming. In her view, Song Qingshu's action was mostly for her, otherwise, he had no friendship with Mu Palace, why would he take the risk of offending the Zheng family of Taiwan to kill Feng Xifan?
Mu Jianping's face was full of stars, her small cherry mouth opened wide, and she muttered with a sigh, "Senior Sister, your friend's martial arts is very high."
Song Qingshu did not expect to make so many good karma, he just looked at Zheng Keshuang coldly and said, "I know you are the second son of Yan Ping Jun Wang of Taiwan. I admire the heroic deeds of Lord Guoxing in the past, so I will not hurt his descendants. You can leave."
"Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name? The Zheng family will definitely reward you generously in the future."
Zheng Keshuang understood that with the opponent's martial arts, if he wanted to take his life, the group of "experts" around him who usually had their eyes on the top of their heads would not be able to stop him. Hearing Song Qingshu say this, he felt relieved, but suddenly felt that it would be very embarrassing to leave like this, so he could not help but drop a few words.
Song Qingshu's face showed a trace of a mocking smile, "I am Song Qingshu, waiting for you at any time."
Zheng Keshuang's face alternated between red and white. Feng Xifan could barely be considered the number one expert of Taiwan, but in the past two years, Song Qingshu was recognized as the number one expert of the Manchurian Qing in Jianghu.
Under Sang Feihong's arrangement, the many sisters of the Five Lakes Sect would sing and tell stories in the streets and alleys, and they would all publicize Song Qingshu's deeds.
Song Qingshu had already defeated many famous experts in Wulin, and with the Five Lakes Sect's exaggerated propaganda, in the hearts of the Jianghu people who did not know the truth, Song Qingshu was vaguely qualified to be the number one expert in the world.
Zheng Keshuang belonged to this type of Jianghu people who did not know the truth. In addition, he saw with his own eyes that the usually invincible Feng Xifan was killed by him in one move, which deepened the fear in his heart. He understood that he might not be able to avenge himself, so he did not care about any polite words and left dejectedly with his subordinates.
Mu Jiansheng took the opportunity to step forward and salute, saying, "So you are the righteous Song who assassinated the fake Emperor Kangxi. Mu Jiansheng has long heard of your name." The Mu Palace had always believed that the Manchurian Qing had stolen the Great Ming Dynasty's rivers and mountains. Therefore, even when they chatted on a daily basis, they never acknowledged the identity of the Kangxi Emperor, and only addressed him as the fake Emperor.
Seeing that Mu Jiansheng had long heard of his name not because of his martial arts, but because of his reputation for 'failing' to assassinate Kangxi, Song Qingshu was immediately filled with emotion, 'These people from the Mu Palace are indeed righteous people who fight against the Qing and restore the Ming. Their martial arts may not be high, but their spirit of doing something even though they know it is impossible is worthy of respect.'
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