Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 66

[Chapter 66]

Jiu Mozhi was also secretly shocked. The opponent’s weapon was a long sword like a snake. His swordsmanship was fierce and treacherous, and his internal skills were extremely deep.

Why are there so many young masters in the Central Plains Martial Arts?

Jiu Mozhi was secretly startled, but Nan Murong was fine. Although martial arts were good, they were still far from the prestige spread in the rivers and lakes. When he met Song Qingshu before, he didn’t dare to underestimate the heroes of the world. To a young man whose martial arts are not under his own.

“Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi?” The opponent’s weapons were too distinctive, and Jiu Mozhi’s light flashed, and he finally remembered who the opponent was.

“I don’t know who your master is?” Yuan Chengzhi’s face was sinking like water. In the past few years, he has made great progress in martial arts. He thinks that there are few rivals in the rivers and lakes. He never thought that an ordinary monk would be able to tie him.

“Tubo national teacher, Dalun Ming King Jumozhi has seen the Golden Snake King.” Jumozhi folded his palms together, and secretly transported the flame knife, the unique skill of Ningma Temple.

Yuan Chengzhi had luck on the sword, and the Golden Snake Sword let out a slight dragon roar, waiting for the opportunity to find the flaws revealed by the opponent.

“This monk is too powerful. I’ll stop him. You can join forces to fight quickly. If you wait for the Qing court officers and soldiers to react, it will be bad.” Yuan Chengzhi said in a deep voice, but he didn’t dare to look at everyone. On Mochi.

Seeing his mouth open, Jiu Mozhi knew that his true anger was more or less dissipated, his eyes lit up, and he took advantage of this opportunity to bully himself and attack.

Yuan Chengzhi was terrified of his illusory flaming swordsmanship, and Kumozhi was also a little frightened by his bizarre swordsmanship. Therefore, although Yuan Chengzhi missed the opportunity, he was still able to hold the atrium.

Jiu Mozhi was secretly anxious, and he was dragged by the opponent. I am afraid that there must be hundreds of tricks to distinguish the winner. The other three are all martial arts masters. Under the combined attack, Song Qingshu may not be able to do it.

Duolong, who was on the side, saw that the situation was not good, and slipped out of the door quietly, summoning the soldiers and horses of the Xiaoqi battalion.

The blood knife ancestor and Sangjie Lama slowly walked around Song Qingshu, and together with Hong Antong, the three firmly surrounded Song Qingshu in the middle.

“The three of you have a lot of background in the martial arts. You are more than ten times older than our son, and you are still besieging him together. You are not ashamed!” Surrounded by three people, he couldn’t help but sneer.

“This little lady is so handsome, and she is very appetizing to the ancestor.” The ancestor of the blood knife broke the chastity of countless ladies on weekdays, and he couldn’t see that the other party was disguised as a woman, so he gave Shui Sheng a look, his eyes were full of greed.

Lama Sangjie had just touched a gray nose at Jumozhi, and he was very angry. Seeing that the two of them had not made a move, he was determined to save face in front of the other two. It was like holding a ball between his palms. The most powerful big bright seal of the handprint.

Being so far apart, Song Qingshu felt that the air around his body seemed to freeze, and his face changed, and he quickly shot his sword on several virtual dots in the air.

Lama Sanjie was horrified. This young man was young and his vision was like a great master. Just now, his light-hearted point was just above the weak point of the aura he created. The biggest feature of Mahamudra It is to build a force field that is beneficial to oneself a few meters in advance. The stronger the force field, the more obscure the opponent’s luck and counterattack.

Who knew that before the Great Bright Seal was formed, the force field was smashed by the opponent’s fierce sword energy, Sang Jie groaned, a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Song Qingshu didn’t feel well either. He broke the opponent’s big handprint with a slap in the face, but Sang Jie was the number one master of the Mantra Sect, one of the four major sects of Tibetan esoteric sects. The blood knife ancestor was so discerning, he immediately waved his knife to deceive him. .

“Master Song, be careful!” Wang Yuyan exclaimed subconsciously.

Duan Yu gave her a complicated look, and said sourly, “Miss Wang, let’s go while we’re in chaos, or we won’t be able to go no matter which side of them wins later.”

“But Song Gongzi is kind to me,

How can I leave him at his critical moment?

“Wang Yuyan replied with a frown. Watching the fierce fights in the arena, she was also simulating a few fights in her mind, to see if she could speak out to help Song Qingshu.

“What kind of affection does he have for Miss Wang,” Duan Yu murmured, “Didn’t you see him and Wei Xiaobao Jiu Mozhi being brothers?”

“Young Master Duan is right.” With a long whistle, a handsome young man with a jade-like face walked in.

Looking at the person who came, Duan Yu said embarrassingly, “Young Master Murong.”

“Cousin!” Wang Yuyan turned her head back in surprise, seeing her cousin who had been looking forward to rescue her, she couldn’t help feeling sour, and she almost cried.

It turned out that after Murong Fu knew that Wang Yuyan was caught by Jiu Mozhi, he hurriedly followed his family and finally caught up with him today.

Wang Yuyan’s affectionate cousin really shouted that Duan Yu was heartbroken, but she had no choice but to hold up the wine glass on the table and pour a glass of strong wine.

“Cousin, Young Master Duan was captured by the monk Kumozhi in order to save me, and now his body is being taped.” Wang Yuyan woke up and said quickly and softly.

“Many thanks to Young Master Duan for helping him.” Murong Fu smiled slightly, and with just a few gestures, he released Jiu Mozhi’s restraint, with a very clever technique.

“Young Master Duan, why don’t you follow along to capture the evil monk Jiu Mozhi, and let out a bad breath for his cousin?” Murong Fu looked around the arena, and the situation was immediately clear to his heart.

“Dare to obey!” Duan Yu was tortured by Jiu Mozhi along the way. UU reading www.sonicmtl.com had already held back his resentment. Seeing that Jiu Mozhi was fighting with a young man with a snake sword in his hand, he didn’t even think about it. Thinking about it, he shot the Shao Zejian in the past.

Jiu Mozhi has always had the upper hand, and he has been paying attention to the movement around him for a long time.

However, as a result, the opportunity that had just been established with great difficulty was lost. Yuan Chengzhi finally regained his breath, and he immediately covered up with a fierce offensive, and the situation between the two immediately reversed.

“Gusu Murongfu, here to help your Excellency.” Murongfu knew that fighting alone was by no means an opponent of Jiumazhi, so how could he miss such a good opportunity, and immediately drew his sword and attacked.

Jiu Mozhi’s singles against Murong Fu was of course a solid victory, but at this time two young masters attacked, Yuan Chengzhi’s swordsmanship was bizarre, and Murongfu’s swordsmanship was a combination of the best of several families, and it was also extremely subtle. Dangerous.

Shui Sheng glanced at the field with a complicated look, her eyes wandering, thinking that Song Qingshu and the Hua Kui didn’t know what they were doing in the room just now, and she felt irritable in her heart.

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s “cousin” again, he couldn’t help but think of his childhood sweetheart cousin, who was infatuated with him, stomped his feet fiercely, and Shui Sheng turned around and ran out.

On the other side of the hall, when Song Qingshu’s right hand was numb, the ancestor of the blood knife attacked.

Originally, Song Qingshu had a way to escape by himself, but thinking of Wei Xiaobao, who had no resistance behind him, if he was caught, he would be more fortunate.

He had no choice but to hold Wei Xiaobao’s shoulders, and a Ti Yunzong jumped to the second floor, intending to jump out of the three-person encirclement first and then defeat them separately.

Who knew that Hong Antong had been gaining momentum for a long time, and what he was waiting for was this moment, he rushed out like lightning, and pressed the back of Song Qingshu’s heart with one palm.

[End of this Chapter]