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On the True Martial Sword, a three-foot-long dark red sword light pierced out, and the light was dense.

Song Qingshu stepped out, and the mighty black sun rose behind him.

Like a god, like a devil!

Chapter 20

"You are too arrogant!"

"Who do you think you are, dare to fight against the court!"

"Today I will chop you into meat paste!"

……

Those small captains spoke provocatively, but their bodies retreated unconsciously.

Under the oppression of Song Qingshu's invincible sword intent and dominance, these small captains felt that it was becoming difficult for them to even breathe.

One of the squad leaders yelled, drew his sword and slashed at Song Qingshu.

However, before his knife had time to fall, a flower of blood had already bloomed from his throat.

This sword is clean and sharp, killing people in an instant!

After being stained with blood, the stellar energy attached to the True Martial Sword became deeper and more bewitching.

And the gleam of redness in Song Qingshu's eyes was faintly more intense.

"Bastard, give it to me, consume him to death~!"

"No matter how strong you are, can you kill hundreds of us?"

"Even if Zhang Sanfeng has to escape when he comes, what can you do?"

……

The surviving squad leader was retreating, they ran towards the crowd, commanded these elite cavalry to mount their horses, and surrounded and killed Song Qingshu.

Whoa!

Mounting cavalry is completely different from fighting on the ground.

In just one breath, there were seven or eight spears shooting from all directions, stabbing towards Song Qingshu.

"Vulnerable!"

Song Qingshu sneered, the three-foot real martial arts sword and the three-foot sword gang in his hand made a total of six feet, not much shorter than a spear.

Clang!

The sword glowed across the sky, and seven or eight spears broke off at the same time, and the incisions were as smooth as a mirror.

The sword light in Song Qingshu's hand was as colorful as rain, and it passed the throats of five elite Mongolian soldiers in an instant, without bleeding.

"Go to hell!"

Behind, there was a roar of Mongolian soldiers, and the saber slashed at Song Qingshu's head.

Song Qingshu's hair fluttered wildly, and when he turned around, he saw swords flying upwards.

Immediately, the tall horse and the Mongolian soldiers were chopped into two.

The internal organs of the horse corpse and the human corpse were mixed together, and fell to the ground, extremely bloody.

This scene shocked many Mongolian soldiers.

As a result, within a short period of time, within a radius of ten meters with Song Qingshu as the center, no cavalry dared to take a step closer.

"Young master is so domineering. Is this going to fight hundreds of Mongolian elites with one person?"

"Happy, I didn't expect the Wudang faction to have such a hero."

"It is worthy of being the heir of the real martial arts sword, and it has not fallen into the prestige of Zhang Zhenren."

……

On the tower, everyone was watching the battle.

Hearing what Wudang and Mingjiao disciples said, Zhao Min felt quite uncomfortable.

She snorted coldly: "So what if he is strong? It looks majestic, but how many times can he launch such an attack?"

At this time, Zhao Min wished that Song Qingshu's internal energy would be exhausted in the chaotic sword, and he would die directly in the chaotic battle.

Because she could foresee that if Song Qingshu didn't die today, he would be Zhang Sanfeng again in the future.

A congenital master, that is a terrifying existence that has the opportunity to take the head of an admiral among thousands of armies.

If Zhang Sanfeng was willing, even if he sneaked into the Great Yuan Palace and assassinated the current Emperor Yuan, he might not have a chance of success.

Of course, success is only possible, not guaranteed.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng had concerns in his heart, in order to preserve the Wudang Taoism, it was impossible to act personally.

But Song Qingshu's handling style is completely different from Zhang Sanfeng's, he is more powerful and domineering.

If you kill me alone in Wudang, I will slaughter three thousand of your Yuan soldiers!

This is a demon who stops killing by killing, and his talent is more terrifying than Zhang Sanfeng. If he can really grow up...

I'm afraid that the entire imperial family of the Yuan Dynasty will be in fear and cannot sleep well.

Listening to Zhao Min's words, Li Wuwang, Deng Wu'an and the three Mingjiao disciples were all silent.

They naturally knew that what Zhao Min said was right, it was not difficult to survive the siege of the Mongolian elite soldiers for a while, and the acquired masters could basically do it.

But as time goes by, the double consumption of qi and physical strength will become faster and faster.

In the end, if you are not careful, you will fall in the siege.

Therefore, just because Song Qingshu is acting very majestic now, it doesn't mean that he can last forever.

Obviously, those elite Mongolian soldiers also understood this truth.

"Don't be intimidated by him, he won't last long!"

"That is, kill him, behead him, and reward him with ten taels of gold!"

"Don't give him a chance to recover, hack him to death!"

……

Ten meters away, the small captains were shouting.

But even though they were clamoring, they didn't dare to take half a step closer, they were just encouraging their subordinates.

After all, the corpses in that place, and Song Qingshu's indifferent expression when he killed someone, really made people feel guilty.

Even the mongolian soldiers, who are used to killing and vicious, still feel cold in front of Song Qingshu.

This is a person who is more fierce than them, like a god and a devil.

"Why, don't you dare come over?"

Song Qingshu's expression didn't change a bit, he held his sword and walked towards the Mongolian soldiers step by step.

At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the general trend of the world.

When he took a step, the Mongolian soldiers involuntarily took a step back.

There were even quite a few war horses in the front row, their legs were so weak that they collapsed to the ground.

"It turns out that the so-called Mongolian elites only attack the old and the weak, women and children, bullying the good and fearing the evil."

Song Qingshu's tone was cold: "I'm right here, why don't you come up?"

"Are you afraid?"

With a loud shout, filled with endless dominance and sword intent, some Mongolian cavalrymen fell to the ground without even holding their weapons firmly.

Not to mention collapsing horses, even urine and feces can be found everywhere.

The elite cavalry regiment of hundreds of people suddenly became a mess, and it was impossible to form an effective battle formation.

Song Qingshu sneered, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Swinging the divine sword horizontally, the invincible sword gang ignores all obstacles.

Every time Song Qingshu cuts out with his sword, more than three Mongolian soldiers must be killed.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the corpses were spread all over the floor, blood flowing like a river.

"His breath has become weaker, haha, he is dying!"

"Attack with all your strength, how long can you last? People in the Central Plains martial arts, no!"

"Kill him, save the princess, and we can all be promoted to rank!"

……

Song Qingshu stopped and took a few breaths.

This action seemed to be an understatement, but it made the morale of the group of Mongolian soldiers soar, as if they saw the hope of being promoted to rank.

One by one, they all rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Clang!

The sword gang rose again, and the sword was as powerful as a dragon, and three Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Song Qingshu's breath became more unstable, and his body shook slightly.

It seems that as long as there are a few more blows, the true energy will be exhausted and it will be slaughtered.

A sword!

Two swords!

Three swords!

……

Eighteen swords!