Taj-tish was the head of the Ming Dynasty's Four Kings, her power was far above that of the third or fourth generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. A purple shadow flashed past, and the Quanzhen disciples felt a strange force coming from their swords, and they couldn't help but stab to the side.
Song Qingshu looked at the beautiful woman beside him and said, "Didn't you leave? What, you can't bear to part with me? "
Taj-tish's face turned red, "Who can't bear to part with you? It's just that we are all comrades, and I can't bear to see you all chopped into a pile of mud."
"I really like Madam's tsundere character." Song Qingshu looked at her with a playful expression.
"What is tsundere?" Taj-tish was startled at first, and then said angrily, "Besides, who wants you to like me?"
The hundreds of Taoists in Chongyang Palace were all Taoists who had left home to cultivate. Suddenly hearing the two of them flirting with each other, their words lingering, they were all in a difficult position. The older ones were embarrassed, and the younger ones couldn't help but have worldly desires. Everyone looked at each other, and some of them couldn't help but blush. Zhang Zhiguang shouted, "Chongyang Palace is a peaceful place, don't say such indecent words here!"
Song Qingshu laughed coldly, "Not only indecent words, I also want to do some indecent things, what can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his arm and grabbed Taj-tish's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. Then, in front of her startled eyes, he kissed her heavily.
Taj-tish's mind went blank, and for a moment, she forgot to struggle, and let the other party kiss her until her face and ears turned red. Xiao Long Nu, who was on the other side of Song Qingshu, looked at the two curiously. She didn't know why, but this scene was somewhat familiar. She couldn't help but think back to that night in the inn, when Grand Senior Sister and Song Qingshu had sex in front of her. Her pale cheeks instantly blushed.
Pucha Qiucao had a strange expression on her face. She hadn't paid much attention to Tang Kuo Bian's son-in-law before, but she didn't expect him to be so daring. Even though she was very displeased with Tang Kuo Bian's flirting with women other than his wife, she couldn't help but admire his boldness at this moment. Even when he was surrounded, he was able to ignore the crowd.
"If Big Brother Yang were to hug me like this …" Pu Cha Autumn Grass's mind flashed with a certain scene, causing her heart to beat wildly.
"It's indecent!"
"Immoral!"
"This is preposterous!"
…
The Quanzhen Daoists in the hall couldn't help but be enraged, and raised their swords to attack again.
They had the advantage in numbers, and with the flashes of swords around them, there was no place to dodge. Taj-tish's face turned slightly pale, thinking that when her husband passed away, she didn't die with him, and now, she had to share life and death with Song Qingshu.
She raised her sword and was about to charge forward to meet the enemy, but she didn't have time to think about how many swords she could block. Unexpectedly, a great force came from her waist, and she fell back into Song Qingshu's embrace. His indifferent voice sounded in her ears, "Leave the rest to me."
In this short period of time, Song Qingshu had barely managed to control Xiao Long Nu's injuries. With one hand holding onto Xiao Long Nu, he used his other hand to press in the air, and the dozens of swords scattered on the ground started to tremble. The Quanzhen Daoists also noticed the abnormality, and were bewildered. Suddenly, the dozens of swords on the ground flew into the air, and with Song Qingshu as the center, they started to revolve rapidly, forming a resplendent sword screen.
The Daoists who were too close couldn't dodge in time, and their flesh was lacerated. Fresh blood flowed, and they hurriedly retreated in fear. At first, the sword screen was just a …
It danced three feet away from Song Qingshu, and as they retreated, the entire circle of light expanded to nearly ten feet.
Just like that, Song Qingshu embraced Xiao Long Nu, and brought Taj-tish and Pu Cha Autumn Grass out of the hall as if they were taking a stroll. Along the way, no one from the Quanzhen Sect dared to take a step closer.
Taj-tish looked at the flickering sword screen, and was so shocked that her red lips parted slightly. Is this really martial arts? No wonder even Revered Ming was defeated by him! But at such a young age, how did he train his martial arts to this level?
Not to mention Taj-tish, even the usually calm and collected Xiao Long Nu was curiously observing her surroundings, and her eyes flickered. She reckoned that even with the [Inescapable Net], she could barely control dozens of swords at the same time. However, the range of control was limited to a few inches around her body, and definitely not more than ten feet.
Moreover, because she was controlling too many swords, it was inevitable that the strength of each sword would be reduced by a lot. This resulted in her being unable to break through the defense of a true expert, and would inevitably appear to be too fancy and not heavy enough. However, the opponent's sword formation did not have this problem at all. Dozens of swords revolved at high speed around them, and anyone who dared to approach would immediately be minced into minced meat.
Pu Cha Autumn Grass's reaction was the coldest. After all, she was already somewhat numb to the mystical martial arts displayed by the opponent. Moreover, she had always thought that Song Qingshu was Tang Kuo Bian. Towards a married man like Tang Kuo Bian, it was difficult for her to have any other thoughts. Her only thought was that she was amazed by Princess Ge Bi's foresight in choosing a husband. One must know that Tang Kuo Bian's presence in the capital had never been high, and who would have thought that he was actually such an outstanding character.
Seeing that Song Qingshu and the others ignored them and swaggered out like that, the Quanzhen disciples in the hall all felt ashamed. Zhang Zhiguang's thoughts were even more frantic: We have so many people surrounding them, and one of them is even heavily injured. If we let them go just like that, how would I have the face to fight for the position of headmaster in the future?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiguang shouted: "Everyone, don't be frightened by him. This sword screen only looks powerful. Let's charge forward together. I don't believe that he can still control those swords!"
Many of the Quanzhen disciples agreed, but no one dared to actually charge forward. After all, the sharp sound of the sword screen whistling past could be heard clearly. It really did not look like it was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Seeing that no one moved, Zhang Zhiguang suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He shouted: "Everyone, don't be afraid. Let's throw our swords together!"
The "Big Dipper Formation" had been trained for this type of coordination. If they met a difficult enemy, sometimes they would shoot their swords at each other. The person on the other side would receive their companion's sword, and the enemy would be forced into a panic and reveal an opening.
Hearing Zhang Zhiguang's reminder, the Taoists all seemed to wake up from a dream. They raised the swords in their hands horizontally in front of them, and then used their other hand to circulate their inner strength and hit the end of the sword hilt. In a moment, countless swords immediately shot towards Song Qingshu who was in the middle.
Song QingShu let out a cold snort, and the sword screen around him immediately sped up. Then, clanging sounds rang out in the hall. When the swords collided with the sword screen, they were like water droplets colliding with a stone wall, immediately scattering in all directions.
In a moment, the sharp swords danced in the hall, and all flew in irregular trajectories. Although the Quanzhen disciples had been trained to receive each other's swords, how could they receive these kinds of swords that flew randomly?
Cries of alarm rang out in the hall. The Taoists had been injured by the flying swords, and almost no one was able to stand unscathed.
Song Qingshu looked around. In the entire hall, besides Ouyang Feng and the Quanzhen Seven Masters who were competing with their inner strength, the surrounding area was densely packed with zhenqi. In addition, they were a bit far away.
Most of their strength had already disappeared, so when they were shaken by their zhenqi, they all fell to the ground and did not affect them at all.
Qiu Qianren had originally been having a headache dealing with the "Big Dipper Formation", but in the end, these fast flying swords had disrupted the opponent's formation. He took the opportunity to attack and severely injure a few of the opponents, breaking the formation in one fell swoop.
Song Qingshu was also incomparably shocked. He did not expect the situation to be reversed in an instant, and the entire Quanzhen sect had basically lost the ability to fight.
Putting away the sword screen, Song Qingshu stretched out his foot and took a step forward. In a flash, he appeared in front of Zhang Zhiguang. He looked down at the groaning Taoist lying on the ground with two swords still stuck in his body. He could not help but smile mockingly. "Brother Zhou's brilliant plan to bring peace to the world has resulted in a double loss."
Zhang Zhiguang saw that because of his rotten idea, the entire Quanzhen sect was likely to be destroyed. He could not help but feel ashamed and wished that there was a hole in the ground that he could crawl into.
Who knew that at this time, Song Qingshu would suddenly raise his voice. "Thank you for your help, Taoist priest. We were able to subdue your sect without any effort. I will not forget this contribution."
"Zhang Zhiguang, you bastard!"
"Traitor!"
"Deceiving master and destroying ancestors!"
"Despicable and shameless traitor!"
…
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the Taoists in the hall all glared at Zhang Zhiguang and cursed him.
Zhang Zhiguang wanted to cry but no tears came out. He wanted to explain but did not know how to. After all, the truth was right in front of him. If it was him, he would not believe it either. However, this black pot was too big for him to bear. Even if others did not believe him, he still had to explain.
However, just as he was about to speak, Song Qingshu's voice rang in his ear again. "I can make you the next Quanzhen sect leader, but it depends on whether you know what's good for you."
Zhang Zhiguang was stunned. The other party was clearly standing three feet away and his lips did not move. Why was he able to hear his voice? However, he was after all an outstanding figure among the third generation disciples of the Quanzhen sect and could be considered to be experienced and knowledgeable. Soon, he remembered the secret voice transmission technique of the martial arts world.
While he was shocked, Zhang Zhiguang's mind was also racing. Now that the other party had control of the entire scene, there was no use in resisting. It was better to obey the other party. After all, the other party could not personally take over the Quanzhen sect. He needed a spokesperson, and he could use this opportunity to obtain the position of sect leader that he dreamed of.
Seeing Zhang Zhiguang's expression change, but he did not say anything to defend himself, Song Qingshu knew that he was tempted.
The reason why Song Qingshu forced Zhang Zhiguang to the point of opposing the entire Quanzhen sect was so that he had no way out and could only cling tightly to his thigh in order to continue to sit firmly in his position. Otherwise, if he chose a person who had the support of the sect to be the sect leader, if the other party had other thoughts, it would not be easy to take back the power of the Quanzhen sect.
"Brother Feng, Chief Qiu, I'll leave this place to you. Help Taoist Zhang clean up the mess, I'll go down the mountain first." Compared to the Quanzhen sect, Song Qingshu was more concerned about the life and death of Xiao Long Nu. He was anxious to find a place to treat her injuries.
Ouyang Feng was using all his strength to compete with his internal energy and had no time to reply. Qiu Qianren smiled. "Marshal, don't worry, leave this place to us."
Song Qingshu was about to leave when Xiao Long Nu struggled to raise her head, her eyes slowly swept across the hall. She said in a low voice, "Wait, where's Yin Zhiping?"
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Sigh, the highest realm of seeking death was quarreling with his wife on the Double Seventh Festival.
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