Flower Stealing Master Chapter 423: Quiet and revenge

"I thought it was a master who was hiding there. I didn't expect it to be you." Zhang Wuji saw Song Qingshu come out without the slightest surprised expression.

"I thought Zhang Wuji was just a big change in his temperament, but I didn't expect Ming Zun to occupy his body." Song Qingshu said with a faint smile.

"Are you here too?" Under the moonlight, Zhou Zhiruo was surprised to see the appearance of Song Qingshu.

Zhao Min smiled reluctantly: "I just said that you will be thankful that you have expressed your attitude tonight."

Zhou Zhiruo's face was volatile, thinking that if she had acted ambiguously with Zhang Wuji, now she is really not human inside and outside.

"Zhiruo, I'm glad you thought of me first at a critical moment." Song Qingshu came to Zhou Zhiruo's side and held her smooth as a jade hand.

In front of Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously shrank her hand back, and said unnaturally: "Who misses you, just ask you to help me get revenge."

"Obviously, I am helping your ex-boyfriend get revenge." Song Qingshu said with a smile on his face without any sorrow, "but I am broad-minded. It's no big deal to avenge your ex-boyfriend."

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side with anger.

Looking at the two quarreling, Zhao Min felt stunned, thinking that he and Wuji's brother were so sweet back then... When he thought of this, Zhao Min suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Mingzun not far away. "Song Qingshu, you help me kill this old monster, I can promise you any terms!"

"Any conditions?" Song Qingshu's eyebrows trembled a few times, apparently thinking of some nasty pictures.

Zhang Wuji laughed: "Have you three flirting and cursing? It's almost impossible to kill this seat."

"Really?" Song Qingshu showed a weird smile, and disappeared into the spot.

Zhang Wuji's pupils suddenly tightened sharply. It turned out that Song Qingshu's fingers were holding fierce sword energy, which was only three inches away from his neck.

The two figures are separated at the touch of a touch, Song Qingshu has already returned to the place, looking at the blood beads on the fingertips, cried out a pity.

Zhang Wuji touched the bony scar on his face, frowning: "I still underestimated your martial arts. I didn't expect you to grow to this point in just one or two years. "

"I said that Mingzun, did you live too long and your brains are a little awkward? We didn't fight against each other not long ago, and we don't know what you are emboldened to pretend to be there." Song Qingshu Yao He shook his head, looking disgusting and contemptuous.

"The humble ant, do you think it was the real strength of this seat last time? Let me see the supreme magic of Mingjiao." Zhang Wuji opened his hands, his clothes were windless, and the belt on his head was shattered by the force. , Full of heads fluttering in the air.

The holy fire ring around the waist seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, floating in midair, one by one, around Zhang Wuji's body, slowly rotating, and the sound of dragons chanting from time to time.

"The sacred fire of the Persian Ming religion dictates martial arts?"

Song Qingshu's expression became dignified. In the original work, Zhang Wuji's nine-sun magical skill was great, and the universe was moved to the sixth level of the unprecedented, and he also received the Taijiquan and Taichi sword taught by Zhang Sanfeng. Such martial arts configuration was also used by the Persians The three envoys couldn't find the north. In addition to Zhang Wuji's actual combat ability, it was also related to the sacred fire used by the Persian Third Envoy to make the martial arts too strange.

Speaking of, Song Qingshu and Mingzun have also fought twice, but every time he used Zhang Wuji’s own martial arts, so Song Qingshu has always been thinking about how to break his universe and the Nine Suns. This time Suddenly encountering the sacred fire order, Song Qingshu felt a sense of vomiting blood in the wrong place in the college entrance examination review.

"Go a little further, I may not have the time to protect you later." Song Qingshu said quickly, blocking the two women behind him.

Zhou Zhiruo shook his head: "I will stay to help you."

Song Qingshu knows that Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts is not what it used to be, and the study of Jiuyin Zhenjing has reached a very high level. Although it is not as good as Guo Jing's decades of painstaking practice of Jiuyin Zhenjing, he is in harmony with Jianghu. In comparison with other people who have practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures, the realm will not fall in the slightest.

However, Song Qingshu still didn't plan to let her intervene. After all, the opponent this time was an old monster like Mingzun. I don't know how many killers the other party had. It was too risky for Zhou Zhiruo to mix in.

"You can help me take care of Zhao Min by the way." Song Qingshu knew that with Zhou Zhiruo's temperament, she might not listen to her own words, so she had to change her opinion.

"You won't get her hands on her too?" Seeing that Song Qingshu still didn't forget Zhao Min at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly looked strange. The women surrounding Song Qingshu during this period of time dazzled her, and both People were clearly here just now, and Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't be surprised if Song Qingshu really wanted to have something with Zhao Min.

Even in Zhou Zhiruo's heart, there is a kind of ecstasy. She lost to Zhao Min in the original competition for Zhang Wuji, and she has been extremely unwilling to do so. Now that Feng Shui turns around, she has the advantage of Song Qingshu and the Ming media who is marrying his wife. The bitter taste of the loser.

Song Qingshu hasn't answered yet, but Zhao Min blushed first and couldn't help cursing: "What nonsense! Hey, be careful!"

A piece of sacred fire made a silent and silent flying towards Song Qingshu from the darkness, Zhao Min saw that he was focusing on himself and Zhou Zhiruo, and hurriedly drew his sword and slashed to it.

Clang!

The long sword in Zhao Min's hand broke at the sound, and the whole person was bitten by thunder, and a strange flush appeared on his face, apparently suffering from a serious internal injury.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to check her injuries, the large sacred flames had already attacked continuously, hurriedly drew out the wooden sword, and guarded the two women.

Every time the wooden sword comes into contact with the Holy Fire Ling, Song Qingshu feels that his breath is tumbling, and he can’t help but feel astonished. Zhang Wuji’s nine-sun magical skill is so great that there are probably very few people in the world who can be deeper than him. , The internal strength was actually a bit stronger than Zhang Wuji at the peak, only to fly the holy fire a dozen times, a feeling of numbness came from his mouth.

However, Song Qingshu's practice is the deepest martial arts in Tantric Buddhism, and double cultivation with women has made his progress more effective with half the effort. Although it is not as good as Mingzun, the gap has not reached the point of desperation.

What makes Song Qingshu even more troublesome is the strange attack trajectory of the Holy Fire Ling. You must know that Wan Jianqi was able to drop the arrow point by point without hesitation. But now there are six Holy Fire Lings in total, but he is forced to rush.

Many times I thought I had calculated the trajectory of the holy fire order, and stabbed it in advance with a sword. As a result, the holy fire order suddenly changed its trajectory as if it suddenly violated the laws of physics, which caused Song Qingshu to stab it into the empty space with a sword, which was extremely uncomfortable.

And even if Song Qingshu hit the holy fire order, after the holy fire order was knocked over, he went around behind him and attacked.

"Be careful." Song Qingshu had no time to control the situation behind him, so he had to remind him verbally.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, shaking a long whip in his hand, and knocked a holy fire order that flew in front of Zhao Min. Zhao Min's face was pale, and he looked at the far away holy fire order with lingering fear, and couldn't help but report back to Zhou Zhiruo. Smile gratefully.

Song Qingshu knew that he couldn't continue to be beaten passively like this. If he went on like this, he would be exhausted sooner or later without being struck to death by the holy fire. "You hold on for a while."

Song Qingshu yelled, gave up the sacred fire order that was flying in front of him, and attacked Mingzun in the pavilion with a flash.

He knew that he didn't block most of the attacks of the Holy Fire Order in front of him, and Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min could not stop the attacks of the Holy Fire Order alone. Song Qingshu was actually gambling. According to Mingzun's previous words, he was like an old **** ghost who had been hungry for a thousand years. Song Qingshu bet that he would never be willing to hurt these two beautiful women.

Exerting the white python whip technique to the extreme, Zhou Zhiruo actually blocked the holy fire decree flying all over the sky by ten feet away, but every time the holy fire decree came in contact with the long whip in her hand, her face turned white. When they couldn't support it, the sacred flames all over the sky disappeared, and they flew into the pavilion one after another.

Yu Guang glanced at the situation of the two women, Song Qingshu smiled comfortedly, and he really won the bet. Instead of staying in one place and resisting Mingzun's 6 attacks, he can finally fully use his advantage.

Song Qingshu's figure flickered, encircling Mingzun in the center, and he attacked Mingzun's temple from the upper right corner~IndoMTL.com~the next moment he appeared on the ground and picked Mingzun's hamstrings...

Because of the fast speed, in Mingzun's eyes, Song Qingshu's figure is seen in all directions, and it is not a pure phantom. Every figure's attack is real. If one is not careful, the opponent will hit the key.

Ming Zun created the entire Mingjiao martial arts system, and his realm cannot be described by the master of martial arts. Changing to other top masters, he had already died under the attack of Song Qingshu with no dead ends in all directions, but Mingzun, with his astonishing cultivation base and fighting consciousness, actually survived.

A few times in the counterattack, I almost hit Song Qingshu, only because the opponent was too fast, only the afterimage was broken in the end. In shock and anger, Ming Zun quickly summoned the holy fire order to protect his body, and finally managed to regain his decay.

The entire pavilion has long been shattered by the vertical and horizontal sword aura and the holy flame flying all over the sky. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min have long been unable to distinguish between the two. Only two afterimages can be seen entangled with each other. Wherever they pass, the big tree It collapsed suddenly, the floor shattered every inch, and the flying leaves shattered into dust before they got close.

The two women looked at each other in amazement, and Zhao Min said worriedly: "Who do you think will win?"

"Who do you want to win?" Zhou Zhiruo asked rhetorically.

The two women have always been at odds. When she heard her, Zhao Min frowned: "Aren't you nonsense?"

"The body of that Mingzun belongs to Zhang Wuji from your family after all. He also has most of Zhang Wuji's memories. In fact, if you open one eye and close the other, there is no difference between him and Zhang Wuji. Do you really want him to die? Zhou Zhiruo smiled unkindly.

"In my heart, Brother Wuji is dead, and that person is the murderer who killed him." Zhao Min said with a cold face and said with a cold voice.

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