At this time, song Qingshu was shaky, like a reed. It seemed that as long as the wind was stronger, it could blow him down.

However, more than 30 Mongolian elite across the street seemed to be frightened and dared not take a step forward.

On the city wall, people looked at Song Qingshu's proud back, and they were all dull.

Suddenly, Li Wuxu seemed to think of something and jumped down from the wall without hesitation.

"Your Highness, you have done well enough. Let's solve the rest!"

Deng Wuchen and the three Ming disciples also reacted, jumped down the wall and ran towards song Qingshu.

The five of them worked together to deal with hundreds of Mongols, but they could not catch them.

But at this time, only about 30 Mongols were killed, and they could replace song Qingshu.

After all, song Qingshu looks so weak now.

If the ship capsized in the gutter and was seriously injured or even killed by the remaining thirty or forty Mongolian soldiers, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Soon, the five came to song Qingshu.

"Young Xia song, we will never forget your helping hand today."

One of the Ming doctrine army arched his hands and said, "you should step back and rest. Give us the rest of these Mongolian thieves!"

"Yes, young Xia song, don't force it. If you lose your skills, you won't have any sequelae."

"Young leader, take a rest. Don't be brave!"

……

Looking at the five men around him, song Qingshu's face suddenly sank: "what are you doing down here? Go back to me!"

Li Wuwei burst into tears: "little leader, you have done enough."

"The third younger martial brother and the fifth younger martial brother have knowledge under the spring. They will thank you. Don't hold on any longer."

Deng Wuchen was also moved and his eyes flushed: "there are 30 Mongolian dog thieves left. The five of us are enough to deal with them. Don't hold on without the leader!"

Song Qingshu slapped Deng Wuchen on the forehead: "what are you doing? If you scare away a Mongolian son of a bitch, see how I deal with you!"

At this moment, Li Wuwei and Deng Wuchen were stunned.

Because they were surprised to see that song Qingshu's face, which was as pale as paper and bloodless, was rapidly returning to ruddy.

"Well, since you have come down, surround them!"

Under the gaze of dozens of frightened eyes, song Qingshu slowly raised the Zhenwu sword, and his eyes burst out with unparalleled edge: "don't let one go!"

Loud as thunder!

Behind him, the already dim shadow of the sun soared, emitting infinite terrible attraction.

Between heaven and earth, flying sand and stones!

The endless terrible aura almost condensed into a whirlpool and poured into song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's originally weak momentum is also soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three foot sword Gang rallied again, even more solid and more sharp than before.

Song Qingshu's body was straight in an instant, breathing in aura like a storm and blood like a river, emitting a more terrible hegemonic power than at the beginning.

"He... He pretended!"

"It's impossible. How could his true Qi recover so quickly!"

"He has never been weak. Does he want to kill us all?"

"This madman, he is not a man, he is a devil!"

"Run!"

……

The remaining 30 Mongolian soldiers are not fools. At this time, they dare to fight, turn around and run away.

Unfortunately, if hundreds of people fled before, song Qingshu really didn't recruit.

But now those Mongolian soldiers were confused by song Qingshu and fought until there were only 30 people left, surrounded by five people such as Li Wuwei.

Under such circumstances, how can these completely frightened Mongolian soldiers escape?

Soon, more than 30 Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Some were killed by five people including Li Wuwei, and others were picked off by song Qingshu and screamed on the ground.

Hundreds of Mongolian elite did not escape!

"What a terrible opponent!"

On the city wall, Zhao Min looked at the handsome man in a green shirt like a handsome childe in the world, and the color of fear in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

A peerless genius with invincible potential and sword intention should have been arrogant and extremely proud.

But song Qingshu pretended to be weak and dragged hundreds of Mongolian elite to death.

Even Zhao Min can't help but marvel at this trick.

What shocked Zhao Min was the speed at which song Qingshu's true Qi recovered.

In just a few breaths, you can recover all the real Qi and physical strength consumed. What does this mean?

This means that song Qingshu can fight almost endlessly like a perpetual motion machine.

In the war, whether hundreds or thousands of people, only a dozen or so can really fight hand to hand.

In the past battles with Wulin people, Mongolian elite soldiers relied on quantity to forcibly exhaust the true Qi of the warriors and drag them to death.

But song Qingshu's performance today has completely erased this possibility.

He can kill two or three hundred people today without damage, so if two or three thousand people besiege him tomorrow, the result will not change.

If there are no other restrictions on the skill of song Qingshu, unless a real expert is used.

Otherwise, no matter how many ordinary elite soldiers surround him, they will only be consumed by him.

A man with such a mind also has such incredible combat effectiveness and resilience.

At this moment, the weight of song Qingshu in Zhao Min's heart became incomparable.

"He is demonstrating with me and warning the court."

Zhao Min was so clever that she immediately understood song Qingshu's idea.

"If the imperial court kills one person in Wudang, he will kill three thousand yuan soldiers."

Zhao Min muttered to herself, "even if Zhang Sanfeng can't do this threat, he can really do it."

"More importantly, he is only the day after tomorrow. If he is promoted to congenital..."

Looking at Song Qingshu walking towards the city, Zhao Min felt cold and had made a decision.

Wudang, song Qingshu!

Unless they return to the Central Plains, they must not take the initiative to provoke!

……

Bang!

When the city gate opened, song Qingshu appeared in front of the villagers with a long sword.

What came into view was a group of people with panic and fear on their faces. Many of them were trembling and looked very sad.

"Most of the Mongols have been killed by me."

Song Qingshu's voice eased a little: "there are more than a dozen broken tendons by me, which are for you. If anyone wants to vent their anger, they can go out of town at any time. "

Silence!

The townspeople obviously haven't recovered from their previous state, and no one responded at this time.

One, two, three

Finally, a little girl, about five years old, dressed in ragged clothes and braided sheep horns, was the first to stand up from the crowd.

She went to song Qingshu and stared at Song Qingshu with a very complicated expression.

She clenched her fist, her voice with three points of fear, three points of hesitation and four points of hatred, and finally turned into very firm.

"Big brother, you..."

"Can you teach me to kill?"