Chapter 20

"You are too arrogant!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you oppose the imperial court!"

"I will chop you into meat sauce today!"

……

The captains were provoking, but their bodies were unconsciously retreating.

Under the oppression of song Qingshu's sweeping sword intention and hegemony, these small captains felt that they even had difficulty breathing.

One of the team grew up and shouted, drawing a knife to cut song Qingshu.

However, before his knife could fall, a blood flower had bloomed in his throat.

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

After being stained with blood, the vigorous Qi attached to the Zhenwu sword became more profound and strange.

The red light in Song Qingshu's eyes is also faintly more prosperous.

"Asshole, give it to me and kill him ~!"

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

"Even if Zhang Sanfeng comes and has to run away, what can you do?"

……

The surviving team leader retreated. They fled to the crowd, commanded these elite cavalry to mount and surround song Qingshu.

WOW!

The combat effectiveness of cavalry on the horse is completely different from that on the ground.

In a short breath, seven or eight spears came from all directions and stabbed song Qingshu.

"Vulnerable!"

Song Qingshu sneered, adding three feet of Zhenwu sword and three feet of sword gang in his hand. It was six feet, not much shorter than the spear.

Qiang!

The sword awns are in the air, seven or eight spears are broken, and the incision is as smooth as a mirror.

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was as colorful as rain. In an instant, it crossed the throat of five Mongolian elite soldiers without blood.

"Die!"

Behind him, a Mongolian soldier roared and chopped his saber at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's hair was flying in disorder. When he turned around, he practiced sword gang and picked it up horizontally.

Suddenly, the tall horse and the Mongolian soldiers were cut in two.

The internal organs of horse corpse and human corpse mixed together and crashed to the ground, which was very bloody.

This scene frightened many Mongolian soldiers.

So that in a short time, no cavalry dared to approach within ten meters around the circle centered on Song Qingshu.

"Young leader is overbearing. Is it necessary to fight hundreds of Mongolian elite with one person's strength?"

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

"He is worthy of being the descendant of Zhenwu sword and has not fallen into the reputation of immortal Zhang."

……

On the tower, everyone was watching the battle.

Listening to the words of Wudang and Mingjiao disciples, Zhao Min was quite unhappy.

She snorted coldly, "how strong is it? It seems majestic, but how many times can he make such an attack? "

At this time, Zhao Min wished song Qingshu had exhausted his internal power in the chaotic knife and died directly in the chaotic war.

Because she can foresee that if song Qingshu does not die today, it will be Zhang Sanfeng in the future.

Congenital master, that's a terrible existence that has the opportunity to take the head of the general among the ten thousand armies.

If Zhang Sanfeng is willing, even if he sneaks into the Dayuan palace and assassinates the contemporary Yuan emperor, he may not have no chance to succeed.

Of course, it's just possible to succeed, not necessarily.

Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng is worried about it. In order to preserve Wudang's orthodoxy, he can't do it himself.

But song Qingshu's style is completely different from Zhang Sanfeng. He is more powerful and overbearing.

If you kill one person in Wudang, I will kill 3000 yuan soldiers!

This is a devil who kills to stop killing. His talent is more terrible than Zhang Sanfeng. If he really grows up

I'm afraid the whole royal family of Dayuan will be worried and sleep uneasily.

Listening to Zhao Min's words, Li Wuwei, Deng Wuchen and the three Ming disciples were silent.

They naturally know that Zhao Min is right. It's not difficult to survive under the siege of Mongolian elite soldiers. Experts can basically do it the day after tomorrow.

But with the passage of time, the dual consumption of true Qi and physical strength will be faster and faster.

Finally, if you don't pay attention a little, you will fall in the siege.

Therefore, song Qingshu is very powerful now, which doesn't mean he can hold on all the time.

Obviously, those Mongolian elite soldiers also understand this truth.

"Don't be frightened by him. He won't last long!"

"Yes, kill him, cut off his head and reward ten liang of gold!"

"Don't give him a chance to recover his Qi, cut him down!"

……

Ten meters away, the team leaders were shouting.

However, although they shouted, they didn't dare to take a step closer, just cheering up their men.

After all, the corpses in that place and song Qingshu's indifferent expression when he killed people really make people feel empty.

Even the ferocious Mongolian soldiers who are used to killing people still feel cold in front of song Qingshu.

This is a fiercer man than them, like a God and a devil.

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

Song Qingshu's expression did not change at all. He took his sword and walked towards the Mongolian soldiers step by step.

At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the general trend of heaven and earth.

When he took one step, the Mongolian soldiers could not help but step back.

There were even many front row horses whose legs were soft and collapsed on the ground.

"The so-called Mongolian elite only attack the old and 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 go?"

"Are you afraid?"

A burst of drinking, with endless hegemony and sword intention, frightened some Mongolian cavalry fell to the ground without even holding their weapons.

Paralyzed horses, not to mention, even shit and urine can be found everywhere.

The elite cavalry regiment of hundreds of people suddenly became a pot of porridge and could not even form an effective battle array.

Song Qingshu sneered and disappeared in place when he was steep.

The divine sword waved horizontally and swept the sword Gang, ignoring all obstacles.

With each sword cut out in Song Qingshu, more than three Mongolian soldiers must be killed.

In a short time of more than a dozen breaths, the body spread all over the ground and blood flowed into a river.

"His breath has weakened. Ha ha, he can't!"

"Attack with all your strength. How long can you last? People in the Wulin of the Central Plains, no! "

"Kill him and save the princess. We can all be promoted!"

……

Song Qingshu stopped and gasped a few times.

This action seems to be an understatement, but it makes the morale of the Mongolian soldiers soar, as if they see the hope of being promoted.

One by one, they all rushed towards song Qingshu.

Qiang!

The sword Gang rose again. The sword was as powerful as a dragon. Three more Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Song Qingshu's breath was more unstable, and his body was also slightly shaken.

It seems that just a few more blows will exhaust your true Qi and be slaughtered by others.

A sword!

Two swords!

Three swords!

……

Eighteen swords!

Nineteen swords!

……

Thirty five swords!

Thirty six swords!

……

As time went by, the color of sword Gang on Zhenwu sword became lighter and lighter, and the number of sword Qi became less and less.

More and more Mongolian soldiers fell under the sword of Song Qing.

Unknowingly, two or three hundred elite cavalry were killed by song Qingshu, leaving only more than 30 people.

The situation of song Qingshu was also extremely bad. His face was as pale as paper and seemed to fall at any time.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes.

Song Qingshu's shaky body is as big as a mountain.

impassable!