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The essence of Xuanming God's Palm is to attack the enemy with pure cold and poisonous palm power. Every strike of He Biweng will bring a lot of true energy, which consumes far more than Song Qingshu's sword technique.

Coupled with Song Qingshu's Heaven Swallowing Devil Art, he swallows the spiritual energy around him all the time to replenish his own consumption, and his mana is almost always full.

One ebbs and another, at the beginning He Biweng could still gain a little upper hand by relying on his powerful skills.

But when he consumed more than half of his skill, his strength dropped significantly.

What shocked and frightened him was that Song Qingshu's aura was still extremely uniform and stable, as if it hadn't been consumed at all.

He Biweng felt that all three views had collapsed. A mere kid in the first heaven of the day after tomorrow, unexpectedly forcibly dragged him down, a top expert in the sixth heaven?

This is just a short life!

"No, this kid is too wicked, he must be dealt with quickly!"

Dodging the Zhenwu sword stabbed by Song Qingshu sideways, He Biweng retreated with a cold light in his eyes.

In the next second, He Biweng did not continue to dodge in the face of the Zhenwu sword that was chasing after the victory.

He let the real martial arts sword in Song Qingshu's hand stab into his left shoulder abruptly, and at the same time clasped Song Qingshu's sword-holding wrist with his left hand.

In the next second, he used Xuan Ming's palm power with his right hand, and slashed towards Song Qingshu's body.

Abandon the pawns and keep the handsome, lure the enemy to go deep!

He Biweng is worthy of being a ruthless old Jianghu, but he tried his best to bear Song Qingshu's sword and also wanted to return Song Qingshu's palm.

In his opinion, as long as Song Qingshu's cold poison enters his body, the battle will be over.

The boy who can take down this evildoer will not lose a single sword.

It's a pity that He Biweng's imagination was too good, but the reality is not what he imagined.

Facing He Biweng's Xuan Ming's palm force, Song Qingshu didn't show any panicked expression on his face.

On the contrary, Song Qingshu smiled.

That kind of laugh is a sneer, a mocking laugh!

Then, He Biweng saw Song Qingshu's left hand raised, and he moved his palm to block his Xuanming palm.

"sucker Punch!"

He Biweng sneered, in terms of palm strength, apart from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms a hundred years ago, who were they afraid of in the Xuanming lineage?

Facing palms against palms, you're just looking for your own death!

boom!

The palms collided with each other, and the aftermath of the incomparably cold palm force dissipated in an instant, covering the ground within a radius of several feet with a layer of hoarfrost.

"You...how did you know how to master Xuanming God's Palm!"

It was hard to conceal the shock on Crane Biweng's face.

In Song Qingshu's palm, he actually sensed the palm force of Xuan Ming from the same origin and vein.

No, not just of the same origin.

Strictly speaking, the palm strength of Song Qingshu's Xuanming Divine Palm is even higher than that of He Biweng.

Immediately, Crane Biweng became confused in the wind.

how can that be!

Song Qingshu sneered: "Go to the underworld and ask Lord Yan!"

At this time, He Biweng lost his mind because of the extreme shock, and at the same time he was hit by the sword in his left arm, and fell into absolute passivity in an instant.

Song Qingshu gained power and was relentless, and his sword intent shot out, directly cutting off He Biweng's left arm shoulder to shoulder.

Ah!

With a scream and severe pain, He Biweng's mind was completely lost, and most of his palm strength was weakened.

In the next second, Song Qingshu split Hebiweng's Xuanming palm, and firmly clasped his five fingers on Hebiweng's dantian.

"go to hell!"

Looking around in the green shirt, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with a domineering demon.

The Heaven Swallowing Devil Kungfu was fully deployed, and the power of the Sixth Layer of Heaven behind He Biweng poured into Song Qingshu's body continuously.

Devouring... Refining...

Devouring... Refining...

Crane Biweng wanted to struggle, but his true energy seemed to be out of control, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

"You... what evil skills are you doing!"

Crane Biweng's eyes showed deep fear, which turned into fear after a while: "No, don't kill me!"

Song Qingshu's eyes showed no forbearance, kindness to the enemy was cruelty to himself.

After devouring He Biweng's pure skills, Song Qingshu swung his real martial arts sword horizontally, and directly chopped off his head, spattering three feet of blood.

At this time, the three melon-eating people on the side were all dumbfounded.

He Biweng of Xuanming Er Lao Li, one of the top masters in the Jianghu, was slaughtered just like this?

It's just too dreamy...

After a long time, Jiang Wuchen came to his senses first, with tears in his eyes.

"Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, the Young Master has avenged you!"

"Wait a little longer, I can see the old man Crane Biweng take his life before he dies, I am satisfied, and I will come down to accompany you immediately."

Seeing Jiang Wuchen who was confessing his last words, Song Qingshu rolled his eyes helplessly.

It has to be said that all these ancient people are drama masters.

What's wrong, you're addicted to pretending to be a hero?

"Come and sit down," Song Qingshu waved at Jiang Wuchen, "I can detox the poison from Xuanming God's Palm."

Jiang Wuchen laughed miserably: "Sect Leader, please don't comfort me. I know my body, the cold poison has already entered the heart veins, even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, it will not be able to save me."

"I can see that you are showing great power, the young master, so..."

boom!

With a muffled sound, Jiang Wuchen fell to the ground with a big bump on the back of his head, unable to say anything else...

Song Qingshu clapped his hands, with an impatient expression on his face: "It's more wordy than Tang Monk, there are so many people in the town waiting to be rescued, there's no time for you to delay."

"Even the Immortal Da Luo can't save you. If the Immortal Da Luo hears what you say, a thunderbolt will directly strike you to death."

Seeing his temper rising, he even beat up his own people, the Young Master.

The remaining two Wudang disciples felt a chill in the back of their heads, and unconsciously took a few steps back, doubts arose in their hearts.

Is this young master really from a prestigious family...

Chapter 16 Zhao Min's Means

"Ahem, young master, can you really save Fourth Junior Brother?"

Song Qingshu said calmly: "It's not a big problem, it's nothing more than a cold poison."

After swallowing all the strength of He Biweng's body with the magic power of swallowing the sky, the true energy in Song Qingshu's body suddenly rose sharply.

Even if the Xuanming Zhenqi was converted into the vitality of the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art, the amount was compressed by more than ten times, it still allowed him to break through in strength and reach the second heaven of acquired heaven.

In addition, Song Qingshu has completely deciphered the Xuanming God's Palm method, and he knows the exercise route of this method like the back of his hand.

Relying on the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Art" to relieve Jiang Wuchen's cold poison is nothing at all.

A moment later, Song Qingshu received his credit and stood up.

The blackness and coldness on Jiang Wuchen's face had completely disappeared. Although his face was a little pale due to the damage to his vitality, it was no longer a big problem.

Seeing this set of operations, the senior brother Li Wuwang and the second senior brother Deng Wu'an of the Wudang branch were dumbfounded.

By the way, our young master is too perverted~!

That is the palm of Xuanming, the insidious and evil kung fu that even the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng was helpless, and it was unraveled unexpectedly.

More importantly, the cold poison in Jiang Wuchen's body is not as shallow as that of Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an, but the poison has already attacked his heart.

Generally speaking, even ordinary poisons will become extremely troublesome after attacking the mind, and they are close to death.

Once the cold poison of Xuanming God's Palm hits the heart, even if the Taoist is reborn with a hundred damages, it is impossible to cure it.

But in front of Song Qingshu, treatment is like playing.

Could it be that he, the young master, is really an immortal from the sky descending to earth?

"Why are you so dazed?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an: "Take the fourth brother back to the room to rest, and we will save the townspeople."

After some simple repairs, Song Qingshu took Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an and walked towards the entrance of the town quietly.

At this time, Danyang Town was in chaos.

Even though Zhao Min has explicitly prohibited disturbing the people, there are still Mongolian soldiers who take advantage of the chaos to plunder the people's property, beat and kick, rape and plunder.

After everything subsided, all the townspeople were gathered at the entrance of the town and squatted on the ground.

Zhao Min was dressed in white clothes, leaning on the chair, shaking a folding fan in his hand, like a handsome young man in troubled times.

If it weren't for a group of ferocious Mongolian soldiers surrounded by her, many Han women would be fascinated by her and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Princess, everyone has already been brought," the Mongolian officer beside him reported.

"Okay," Zhao Min nodded slightly, closed the folding fan, and slowly exuded a majesty of a superior.

As a woman, to be able to manage such a large number of elite soldiers and martial arts masters for King Ruyang, Zhao Min naturally has her own skills.

Among other things, just the aloofness she exuded while standing there was enough to make many people feel ashamed.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the heir of the Ruyang Palace, and I have always liked Han culture," Zhao Min said, looking at the group of townspeople, "So I gave myself a Han name, Zhao Min."