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Nineteen swords!

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35 swords!

36 swords!

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As time passed by, the color of the sword gang on the Zhenwu sword became lighter and lighter, and the amount of sword energy became less and less.

More and more Mongolian soldiers fell under Song Qingshu's sword.

Unknowingly, two or three hundred elite cavalry were killed by Song Qingshu and only thirty or so remained.

Song Qingshu's situation was also extremely bad, his face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to fall down at any time.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes.

Song Qingshu's crumbling body was as majestic as a giant mountain.

insurmountable!

Chapter 21 You, Can You Teach Me To Kill?

At this time, Song Qingshu was on the verge of falling, like a reed, it seemed that just a little bit of wind could blow him down.

However, the more than 30 Mongolian elites on the opposite side seemed to be frightened, and they dared not take a step forward.

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

Suddenly, as if Li Wuwang had thought of something, he jumped off the city wall without hesitation.

"His Royal Highness, you have done enough, let us solve the rest!"

Deng Wu'an and the three Mingjiao disciples also reacted, jumped down the city wall and ran towards Song Qingshu.

The five of them teamed up to deal with hundreds of Mongols, and they may not be able to do it.

But at this time, only about [-] of these Mongolians were killed, and they could completely replace Song Qingshu.

After all, Song Qingshu looks so weak now.

If it really 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, five people came to Song Qingshu's side.

"Song Shaoxia, I will never forget your kindness in helping me today."

One of the Mingjiao soldiers cupped their hands and said, "Stand back and rest, and leave the remaining Mongolian thieves to us!"

"That's right, Song Shaoxia don't force it, it won't be good if there are any sequelae if the skill is exhausted."

"Young master, let's rest for a while, don't try to be brave!"

……

Looking at the five men around him, Song Qingshu's face suddenly darkened: "Whatever you are doing down here, go back to me!"

Li Wuwang's eyes filled with tears: "Sect Leader, you have done enough."

"Third Junior Brother and Fifth Junior Brother Quanxia Youzhi will thank you, so don't hold on any longer."

Deng Wu'an was also so moved that his eyes were red: "There are thirty Mongolian thieves left, five of us are enough to deal with them, you don't have to hold on if you don't have the sect master!"

Song Qingshu slapped Deng Wu'an on the forehead: "What are you doing, if you scare away a Mongolian bastard, let's see how I deal with you!"

At this moment, both Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an were stunned.

Because they suddenly saw that Song Qingshu's face, which was as pale as paper and bloodless, was rapidly returning to rosy.

"Forget it, since you guys are down, let's surround them!"

Under the watchful gaze of dozens of pairs of horrified eyes, Song Qingshu slowly raised his Zhenwu sword, his eyes shot out unparalleled sharpness: "Don't let one go!"

Shout out like thunder!

Behind him, the phantom of the sun, which was already dim, radiated soaring light, exuding infinite and terrifying attraction.

Between heaven and earth, flying sand and rolling stones!

The endless and terrifying spiritual energy almost condensed into a tornado and vortex, pouring towards Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu's originally weak aura was also surging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three-foot sword gang was condensed again, even more solid and sharper than before.

Song Qingshu's body straightened in an instant, breathing spiritual energy like a storm, and blood rushing like a river, exuding a domineering power that was more terrifying than at the beginning.

"He... he's just pretending!"

"Impossible, how could his true energy recover so quickly!"

"He has never been weak, does he want to kill us all?"

"This lunatic, he is not a human, he is a devil!"

"Run away!"

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The remaining [-] Mongolian soldiers were not fools either. By this time, they would not dare to fight, so they turned around and fled.

It's a pity that if hundreds of people fled in all directions before, Song Qingshu really had no choice.

But now those Mongolian soldiers were bewitched by Song Qingshu, and they fought bloody until there were only [-] people left, and they were surrounded by five people including Li Wuwang.

Under such circumstances, how could these terrified Mongolian soldiers escape?

Soon, more than 30 Mongolian soldiers were all lying in a pool of blood.

Some were beheaded by Li Wuwang and other five people, while others were cut off by Song Qingshu and screamed on the ground.

Of the hundreds of Mongolian elites, none escaped!

"What a terrible opponent!"

On the city wall, Zhao Min looked at the handsome man in the green shirt, who looked like a handsome young man in troubled times, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.

A dignified peerless genius who condenses invincible momentum and sword intent should have been arrogant to the extreme.

But Song Qingshu pretended to be weak, dragging hundreds of Mongolian elites to death abruptly.

Even Zhao Min had to marvel at this kind of scheming.

What shocked Zhao Min even more was the speed at which Song Qingshu's true energy recovered.

In just a few breaths, all the consumed qi and physical strength can be recovered. What does this mean?

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

In a war, whether it is hundreds or thousands of people, there are only a dozen or so who can really fight hand to hand.

In previous battles with martial arts fighters, elite Mongolian soldiers relied on numbers to forcefully exhaust the true energy of the fighters and drag them to death.

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

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

If there are no other restrictions on Song Qingshu's exercises, then unless a real master is used.

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

A person with such a scheming mind also possesses such incredible fighting power and resilience.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's weight in Zhao Min's heart became incomparable.

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

Zhao Min is so smart, he understood Song Qingshu's thoughts in an instant.

"If the court kills Wudang alone, he will slaughter three thousand Yuan soldiers."

Zhao Min muttered to himself: "Even Zhang Sanfeng may not be able to make this threat, but he really can."

"What's more, he is only the acquired second level now. If he is promoted to the innate..."

Seeing Song Qingshu walking towards the city, Zhao Min's heart felt cold for a while, and he had already made up his mind.

Wudang, Song Qingshu!

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

……

boom!

The city gate opened, and Song Qingshu appeared in front of the townspeople with a long sword in his hand.

What came into view was a group of panic-stricken people, many of whom were trembling and looked very sad.

"Most of those Mongolians have been killed by me."

Song Qingshu's voice softened a little: "There are more than a dozen limbs whose tendons were broken by me, and they are reserved for you. If anyone wants to vent their anger, they can leave the city at any time."

silence!

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

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Finally, a little girl about five years old, wearing ragged little clothes and braiding a shofar, was the first to stand up from the crowd.

She walked up to Song Qingshu and stared at Song Qingshu seriously with an extremely complicated expression.

She clenched her fists tightly, her voice was full of fear, hesitation, and hatred, and finally turned into firmness.

"Big brother, you..."

"Can you teach me how to kill?"

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