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Suddenly, the Zhenwu sword in Song Qingshu's hand burst out with a brilliant light.

Then without hesitation, he slashed towards He Zudao's sky-filled sword shadow!

Clang!

There was a crisp sound, followed by a series of clashing sounds.

It's obviously just two swords clashing, but it's like thousands of troops and horses piercing the clouds with thousands of blades.

Song Qingshu's figure flashed, and he retreated a few steps!

When the Kunlun disciples saw this scene, they all cheered loudly.

In their eyes, since Song Qingshu retired, it was their ancestor who won.

But they didn't see that He Taichong's face was full of disbelief at this time, even his hands were trembling!

After a while, He Zudao took a deep breath and laughed loudly: "Sure enough, being famous is not as good as meeting, Song Xiaoyou, I am so convinced!"

The cheers around stopped abruptly, and all the Kunlun disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, inexplicably shocked.

What did the ancestor say just now?

In the competition just now, the ancestor lost?

How can this be?

They didn't want to believe it, but what the ancestor said forced them to believe it.

In this competition, it turned out that their ancestor of Kunlun, who was known as the Three Saints of Kunlun, was defeated by He Zudao?

After a moment of silence, voices of discussion erupted one after another.

But all these arguments can be summed up in one sentence.

"Old Ancestor, how did you lose..."

Yes, among the people present at this time, only Song Qingshu, He Zudao, and He Taichong could understand the essence of the competition just now.

As for the others, they may not even understand what happened.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, as He Zudao was aging rapidly, he started coughing.

He Taichong looked anxious, and immediately rushed over to support He Zudao.

He Zudao waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm old and useless, so I just use such a trick, it's a little powerless."

"Little friend Song, I still have to thank you for dispelling the old man's Thunderbolt swordsmanship just now, otherwise I'm afraid that this old bone will be backlashed by my own sword energy."

This faint sentence made everyone in Kunlun startled again.

This Song Qingshu not only won, but also broke the old ancestor's Thunder swordsmanship!

They couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

After all, that was what the ancestor himself said!

Song Qingshu was not prepared to stay any longer, but Song Qingshu was willing to discuss with He Zudao.

However, such a delay was not what Song Qingshu wanted.

"Okay, since Senior He is fine, I will take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu continued to jump into his carriage and walked forward without thinking.

But He Zudao, supported by He Taichong, kept watching Song Qingshu's back.

It wasn't until the carriage completely disappeared that He Zudao said with a smile: "In a few years, in this Jianghu, I'm afraid there will be hardly any enemy Song Xiaoyou..."

He Zudao sighed lightly, but he didn't realize how powerful his words had an impact on the surrounding Kunlun disciples!

……

Not long after, the rumor that Song Qingshu passed by Kunlun and defeated He Zudao with one move caused another storm in the rivers and lakes.

Although this time was equally shocking, it did not cause too much disturbance.

"What, you said that Song Qingshu defeated the Kunlun Patriarch?"

"Isn't that normal? Looking at what Song Shaoxia has done, it's nothing to be surprised by defeating him."

"That's right, it would be strange if Song Shaoxia didn't defeat He Zudao."

actually……

Nowadays, it is not surprising that Song Qingshu has made any noise in the world.

Even, in many places, heroes in the world are still discussing who Song Qingshu will challenge next time.

Of course, Wudang is impossible.

Song Shaoxia is a disciple of Wudang, how could he go to trouble Wudang?

The rest is Emei and Shaolin.

However, everyone in the world is not a fool, there are two choices, which one Song Qingshu will choose, it is almost ready to come out.

Even before Song Qingshu left for Shaolin, countless heroes of the rivers and lakes had already gone to Shaolin first.

They are going to watch Song Qingshu's fight against Shaolin!

……

After Song Qingshu, Huahua and Li Deng met, they drove directly to Shaolin.

On this day, Song Qingshu's carriage road was advancing on the official road, but suddenly encountered a group of refugees.

Li Wuwang is a clever man, seeing this scene, he threw the whip to Deng Wu'an, but he himself leaned towards the crowd of refugees.

After a while, Li Wuwang ran back.

"Young master, according to the statements of the common people, a small group of Yuan soldiers appeared in the village ahead!"

"Yuan soldiers?"

Song Qingshu frowned slightly.

But Deng Wu'an said first: "How is it possible, this place is near the Shaolin sect, if it's a large group of Yuan soldiers, it's fine, you said that the small squad of Yuan soldiers robbed the people, don't you think the Shaolin sect doesn't care?"

Li Wuwang frowned slightly: "Perhaps, the disciples of the Shaolin School didn't notice it!"

Song Qingshu glanced at Li and Deng, but did not speak.

In today's arena, the six major sects claim to be famous and decent, especially this Shaolin, which has repeatedly declared that they are the leaders of the six sects, and it is their mission to eradicate violence and bring peace, save all living beings, and save the common people.

Whether it's for their propaganda, or for whatever reason.

In short, most people do think so.

But upon hearing this news, Song Qingshu always felt something was wrong.

"Li Wuwang, go and deliver the carriage to the fleeing people, let's go there on foot."

Li Wuwang nodded, of course he knew that the Young Sect Leader was planning to take action himself.

Soon, the four of them walked towards the small village.

The small village is not big, but it can still see the prosperity of the past. To say the least, there are probably hundreds of families.

But at this time, flames were everywhere and lifeless. It was obvious that the people who could escape had already fled.

Walking into the village, you can still see some corpses everywhere.

"Haha, little lady, do you still want to escape? Obediently obey me, maybe I can save your life!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from a house not far away.

Song Qingshu frowned, without any hesitation, he launched the Three Thousand Thunders directly.

In an instant, he came to the private house.

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Indifferently, he shot decisively with a single finger, and in an instant, the person dressed as a man from the Yuan Dynasty was killed without even making a sound.

And a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in ragged clothes, looked at Song Qingshu in horror.

The three of Huahua had already chased in, and Song Qingshu gave Huahua a wink.

After Huahua understood, she came to the girl and comforted her in a low voice.

……

"Young master, they don't seem to be Yuan people."

Suddenly, Deng Wu'an, who was dealing with the corpse, spoke.

Li Wuwang also walked over after hearing the words.

He casually took off the man's hat, his head was bare, but the clear ring scars were clearly visible.

"Monk? This, how is this possible? These people, how could they be monks!"

Li Wuwang's face was full of disbelief, while Deng Wu'an frowned.

The sound of scolding and the cry of a woman could be heard faintly in the distance.

It seems that those so-called Yuan people should be driving the crowd forward.

……

Song Qingshu glanced at the corpse, but then said to Deng Wu'an: "Deng Wu'an, you and Huahua take this girl away, Li Wuwang and I go to see the situation."

After finishing speaking, he stepped towards the door.

Li Wuwang didn't dare to delay, took the Zhenwu sword from Huahua, and ran to catch up with Song Qingshu's footsteps.

Soon, the two saw about a dozen people dressed as Yuan people in front of them, and they were driving away more than [-] women.

The youngest of those girls was only eight or nine years old!

"Damn it, these bastards, young master, I'll kill them!"