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Chapter 19
The lives of the two disciples of Wudang sect are more valuable than the two elders of xuanming?
Are you kidding? You should know that the two elders of xuanming are the existence of six or seven heaven after tomorrow.
Moreover, they are proficient in the art of joint attack. Together, they can win even in the face of the existence of the eighth heaven the day after tomorrow.
They are worth more than 3000 elite soldiers. Can they be compared by just two Wudang branch disciples?
"Don't go too far, young Xia song," said Zhao Min with a heavy face. "Although you have good strength, no matter how strong you are, you can't be an enemy with thousands of troops and horses."
"It really angered the imperial court, and the army pressed the border. I'm afraid that no matter how good the martial arts of young Xia song and immortal Zhang are, they can only exhaust their Qi and die."
Speaking of this, Zhao Min has completely torn her face.
In the face of absolute power, all intrigues and tricks are empty, and can only be suppressed with more powerful power.
The elite iron cavalry of the Mongols is enough to level any sect in the Central Plains.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, he can't have any chance to compete in front of thousands of troops. He can only escape in embarrassment.
If you resist by force, you can only die by exhaustion.
Therefore, although there are many Jianghu heroes in the Wulin of the Central Plains, few of them are against the imperial court.
"Mongolian cavalry is famous. It's really not difficult to level Wudang Mountain."
Song Qingshu looked directly at Zhao Min and said indifferently, "but after stepping down on Wudang Mountain, you, the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty, have to be ready all the time to be found by me."
Zhao Min sneered: "you are too confident. Even Zhang Sanfeng doesn't dare to be so arrogant."
Song Qingshu stopped talking. He walked straight towards the city gate with Zhenwu sword in his hand.
Outside the city gate, there are hundreds of elite Mongolian cavalry.
Looking at Song Qing's book, it's obviously not out of town to send warmth.
"Little leader!"
"Young Xia song, don't be impulsive!"
"Now that Zhao Min is in our hands, we can force the Mongols to retreat. You don't have to take risks."
……
Seeing song Qingshu walking out of the city with a sword, everyone panicked.
Jianghu Rangers and battlefield elite soldiers are two completely different concepts.
Under the same cultivation, ten Jianghu Rangers can easily kill ten battlefield elite soldiers.
However, when the number of elite soldiers reaches more than 100, there will be qualitative changes. It is like a sharp sword, which can easily tear up 100 Rangers in the same realm.
Even if it is a congenital master like Zhang Sanfeng, it can only guarantee to break through in thousands of troops.
If you really want to be desperate and fight to the death, killing dozens or hundreds of people will consume a lot of Qi and physical strength and be forcibly piled up by the crowd tactics.
It is easy to say that ten thousand armies should take the head of the general.
If you really want to be surrounded by thousands of troops, there are enemies in all directions. You can't even distinguish between southeast and northwest, let alone looking for leaders.
At this time, the Mongolian elite outside Danyang Town, although only two or three hundred, has begun to take shape.
If they are really surrounded by them and form a dead end, even the extremely strong man of the Ninth Heaven the day after tomorrow may not be able to retreat.
Now, although song Qingshu has killed the deer staff guest.
But no matter how powerful his strength is, can he compare with the Jidao master of jiuchongtian?
It's too much to fight hundreds of elite soldiers alone!
……
However, even if everyone is persuading, song Qingshu's footsteps still don't stop for a moment.
He walked steadily, neither fast nor slow.
Each step is exactly the same size, as if measured with the most accurate ruler.
Every step he takes, his momentum will save a point.
The Zhenwu sword in your hand is clanging. It seems that it will fly out of the scabbard at any time to kill the enemy and drink blood.
"This is..."
Zhao Min stared blankly at Song Qingshu and muttered to herself, "invincible power?"
The so-called invincible trend refers to the trend of a bully who firmly believes that he is invincible, even though thousands of troops are still moving forward.
This kind of potential is simple to say, but it may not be mastered by one of thousands of people, which is not inferior to the sword intention.
Among the people Zhao Min saw in his life, only one of the supreme powers in the yuan imperial family had this hegemony.
I still remember that time when Zhao Min met the strong man. He was only five years old.
However, more than ten years later, the terrible trend is still vivid, which shocked Zhao min.
Zhao Min never thought that song Qingshu was just a young man in his early twenties.
Not only understand the sword meaning that can only be understood by unique swordsmen, but also understand the invincible power that can only be understood by unique overlords.
Is he more evil than Zhang Sanfeng and the supreme royal power?
This man must not stay!
Zhao Min's eyes showed a murderous intention. As Princess Dayuan, she is by no means an ordinary woman and has great courage.
In the face of the unique Tianjiao among the Han people, if you are sure you can't win over, destroy it!
Not to mention that Zhao Min and everyone have their own ideas. At this time, song Qingshu has put everything down.
At this time, he entered a magical realm.
In his eyes, the whole world disappeared, leaving only a city gate in front of him, getting closer and closer.
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pushed open the gate. The yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and there was a boundless outside the gate.
Hundreds of Mongolian elite soldiers were neatly arranged in front of song Qingshu, with swords and crossbows, vaguely condensing a powerful trend.
If ordinary people have not seen the world, they will be scared cold and weak in an instant in front of this general trend.
"Song Qingshu, let our princess go quickly, otherwise the yuan court will be angry, and you will be bloody in Wudang!"
The Mongolian officer rode on a high horse, pointed his whip at Song Qingshu and threatened.
Song Qingshu raised his head indifferently and looked up at the Mongolian officer. His original dull eyes gradually became fierce.
A terrible domineering momentum came on his face, which made Mongolian officers sweat all over, as if carrying a mountain.
Boom!
The Mongolian horse collapsed directly to the ground, and was shocked by the bullying force, which splashed the officers all over.
"You... You... What do you want!"
The Mongolian officer pointed to song Qingshu in horror, his head blank.
Qiang!
Song Qingshu didn't speak, but slowly pulled out the Zhenwu sword.
A drop of blood dropped on the ground along the smooth body of Zhenwu sword.
The next second, the Mongolian officer's eyes were lax, and a bright blood flower slowly bloomed in his throat.
Nearby, several Mongolian captains shouted in horror: "you... You killed adults!"
"Asshole, you're finished. The whole Wudang will be buried with you!"
"Wait for our army to level Wudang Mountain and blood flow into a river!"
……
"You ants dare to threaten me."
Song Qingshu looked up at the Mongolian elite soldiers, and a red light flashed in his eyes.
Although it took him only a month to cross the world, those people on Wudang Mountain have been recognized by song Qingshu.
In Song Qingshu's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng and the seven swordsmen of Wudang are close relatives.
Threatening him with Wudang sect is undoubtedly touching his adverse scale in the world.
He was angry.
"Today, my song Qingshu tells me that if Wudang is killed, I will destroy your Mongolian battalion. If Wudang is killed, I will kill 3000 yuan people!"
"Today, two disciples of Wudang died, and the second old xuanming was almost dead!"
"With your words, it's barely enough!"
On the Zhenwu sword, a three foot long dark red sword awn was transmitted, and the light was dense.
Song Qingshu stepped out, and the vast black sun rose behind him.
Like God, like devil!
Are you kidding? You should know that the two elders of xuanming are the existence of six or seven heaven after tomorrow.
Moreover, they are proficient in the art of joint attack. Together, they can win even in the face of the existence of the eighth heaven the day after tomorrow.
They are worth more than 3000 elite soldiers. Can they be compared by just two Wudang branch disciples?
"Don't go too far, young Xia song," said Zhao Min with a heavy face. "Although you have good strength, no matter how strong you are, you can't be an enemy with thousands of troops and horses."
"It really angered the imperial court, and the army pressed the border. I'm afraid that no matter how good the martial arts of young Xia song and immortal Zhang are, they can only exhaust their Qi and die."
Speaking of this, Zhao Min has completely torn her face.
In the face of absolute power, all intrigues and tricks are empty, and can only be suppressed with more powerful power.
The elite iron cavalry of the Mongols is enough to level any sect in the Central Plains.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, he can't have any chance to compete in front of thousands of troops. He can only escape in embarrassment.
If you resist by force, you can only die by exhaustion.
Therefore, although there are many Jianghu heroes in the Wulin of the Central Plains, few of them are against the imperial court.
"Mongolian cavalry is famous. It's really not difficult to level Wudang Mountain."
Song Qingshu looked directly at Zhao Min and said indifferently, "but after stepping down on Wudang Mountain, you, the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty, have to be ready all the time to be found by me."
Zhao Min sneered: "you are too confident. Even Zhang Sanfeng doesn't dare to be so arrogant."
Song Qingshu stopped talking. He walked straight towards the city gate with Zhenwu sword in his hand.
Outside the city gate, there are hundreds of elite Mongolian cavalry.
Looking at Song Qing's book, it's obviously not out of town to send warmth.
"Little leader!"
"Young Xia song, don't be impulsive!"
"Now that Zhao Min is in our hands, we can force the Mongols to retreat. You don't have to take risks."
……
Seeing song Qingshu walking out of the city with a sword, everyone panicked.
Jianghu Rangers and battlefield elite soldiers are two completely different concepts.
Under the same cultivation, ten Jianghu Rangers can easily kill ten battlefield elite soldiers.
However, when the number of elite soldiers reaches more than 100, there will be qualitative changes. It is like a sharp sword, which can easily tear up 100 Rangers in the same realm.
Even if it is a congenital master like Zhang Sanfeng, it can only guarantee to break through in thousands of troops.
If you really want to be desperate and fight to the death, killing dozens or hundreds of people will consume a lot of Qi and physical strength and be forcibly piled up by the crowd tactics.
It is easy to say that ten thousand armies should take the head of the general.
If you really want to be surrounded by thousands of troops, there are enemies in all directions. You can't even distinguish between southeast and northwest, let alone looking for leaders.
At this time, the Mongolian elite outside Danyang Town, although only two or three hundred, has begun to take shape.
If they are really surrounded by them and form a dead end, even the extremely strong man of the Ninth Heaven the day after tomorrow may not be able to retreat.
Now, although song Qingshu has killed the deer staff guest.
But no matter how powerful his strength is, can he compare with the Jidao master of jiuchongtian?
It's too much to fight hundreds of elite soldiers alone!
……
However, even if everyone is persuading, song Qingshu's footsteps still don't stop for a moment.
He walked steadily, neither fast nor slow.
Each step is exactly the same size, as if measured with the most accurate ruler.
Every step he takes, his momentum will save a point.
The Zhenwu sword in your hand is clanging. It seems that it will fly out of the scabbard at any time to kill the enemy and drink blood.
"This is..."
Zhao Min stared blankly at Song Qingshu and muttered to herself, "invincible power?"
The so-called invincible trend refers to the trend of a bully who firmly believes that he is invincible, even though thousands of troops are still moving forward.
This kind of potential is simple to say, but it may not be mastered by one of thousands of people, which is not inferior to the sword intention.
Among the people Zhao Min saw in his life, only one of the supreme powers in the yuan imperial family had this hegemony.
I still remember that time when Zhao Min met the strong man. He was only five years old.
However, more than ten years later, the terrible trend is still vivid, which shocked Zhao min.
Zhao Min never thought that song Qingshu was just a young man in his early twenties.
Not only understand the sword meaning that can only be understood by unique swordsmen, but also understand the invincible power that can only be understood by unique overlords.
Is he more evil than Zhang Sanfeng and the supreme royal power?
This man must not stay!
Zhao Min's eyes showed a murderous intention. As Princess Dayuan, she is by no means an ordinary woman and has great courage.
In the face of the unique Tianjiao among the Han people, if you are sure you can't win over, destroy it!
Not to mention that Zhao Min and everyone have their own ideas. At this time, song Qingshu has put everything down.
At this time, he entered a magical realm.
In his eyes, the whole world disappeared, leaving only a city gate in front of him, getting closer and closer.
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pushed open the gate. The yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and there was a boundless outside the gate.
Hundreds of Mongolian elite soldiers were neatly arranged in front of song Qingshu, with swords and crossbows, vaguely condensing a powerful trend.
If ordinary people have not seen the world, they will be scared cold and weak in an instant in front of this general trend.
"Song Qingshu, let our princess go quickly, otherwise the yuan court will be angry, and you will be bloody in Wudang!"
The Mongolian officer rode on a high horse, pointed his whip at Song Qingshu and threatened.
Song Qingshu raised his head indifferently and looked up at the Mongolian officer. His original dull eyes gradually became fierce.
A terrible domineering momentum came on his face, which made Mongolian officers sweat all over, as if carrying a mountain.
Boom!
The Mongolian horse collapsed directly to the ground, and was shocked by the bullying force, which splashed the officers all over.
"You... You... What do you want!"
The Mongolian officer pointed to song Qingshu in horror, his head blank.
Qiang!
Song Qingshu didn't speak, but slowly pulled out the Zhenwu sword.
A drop of blood dropped on the ground along the smooth body of Zhenwu sword.
The next second, the Mongolian officer's eyes were lax, and a bright blood flower slowly bloomed in his throat.
Nearby, several Mongolian captains shouted in horror: "you... You killed adults!"
"Asshole, you're finished. The whole Wudang will be buried with you!"
"Wait for our army to level Wudang Mountain and blood flow into a river!"
……
"You ants dare to threaten me."
Song Qingshu looked up at the Mongolian elite soldiers, and a red light flashed in his eyes.
Although it took him only a month to cross the world, those people on Wudang Mountain have been recognized by song Qingshu.
In Song Qingshu's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng and the seven swordsmen of Wudang are close relatives.
Threatening him with Wudang sect is undoubtedly touching his adverse scale in the world.
He was angry.
"Today, my song Qingshu tells me that if Wudang is killed, I will destroy your Mongolian battalion. If Wudang is killed, I will kill 3000 yuan people!"
"Today, two disciples of Wudang died, and the second old xuanming was almost dead!"
"With your words, it's barely enough!"
On the Zhenwu sword, a three foot long dark red sword awn was transmitted, and the light was dense.
Song Qingshu stepped out, and the vast black sun rose behind him.
Like God, like devil!