Chapter 2449
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Hearing these words, song Qingshu's eyes are straight. Others don't know what it means. Doesn't he know? He is a mythical character in the field of fiction. In this world, he has seen the characters carved on the mountain wall in Shendiao valley. The meaning of the sword has benefited him a lot these years.
"Madame, you should be saved." Song Qingshu said.
Gu Ningqing muttered to himself: "is the legend true?" In Wushuang City, she also heard the legend about Dugu Yimai. Before, Dugu Fang died, and Dugu Ming even went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pray. At that time, she secretly despised this guy's practice, but now it seems that she really invited the elder?
"Ma'am, stay here. I'll go out and have a look." Song Qingshu asked Gu Ningqing to leave the tent in a hurry.
I found a man standing in the distance. He was not as old as I thought. On the contrary, he looked very young. His sword eyebrows and stars were different from ordinary Naibai Xiaosheng. There was a kind of inexplicable confidence and calmness in his eyes, as if nothing could stop him in the world.
The black cloak was hunting in the cold wind at night. He stood there like the most sharp sword. Meng chixing on the other side saw that his pupils were shrinking: "I'm going to be defeated alone?" As the elder of the demon sect, he naturally heard the legend of the other side.
"I didn't expect that anyone in the world would remember me," the young man said with a rusty smile, and then his eyes fell on him. "Did you kill Dugu Yifang?"
Song Qingshu was surprised. No matter how old he was, how could he be so young? However, he thought that the old urchin Zhou Botong was not young, but as he grew older, many of his white hair turned black. It should be that Xuangong cultivation had reached a certain level and his mood was innocent, so he could rejuvenate to a certain extent.
In addition, there are those of Xiaoyao sect. They are all seventy and eighty years old, but they look like little girls.
It is thought that this lonely pursuit of defeat either cultivates some skills like the eternal youth skill or reaches an incredible level. At present, it seems that it is the latter.
Meng chixing, after all, is a great master and a great master of the demon sect. He naturally has pride in his heart. After listening to his inquiry, he coldly replied, "so what?"
Dugu Qiubai sighed, "I didn't intend to get involved in the dust, but after all, wushuangcheng and I still have some unfinished roots. When my old friend's son was killed, we have to get justice for him."
Song Qingshu's heart leaps wildly. Dugu Ming's sword technique in Xixia does have the shadow of Dugu's desire to defeat. It's just that there is too much difference in the realm. He was suspicious at that time, and now it's finally confirmed.
Meng chixing also laughed: "open your eyes and have a look. This is no longer your time. I have millions of Mongolian soldiers, and I have countless commanders. Do you dare to come to the barracks alone? It's beyond our capacity. "
Dugu Qiubei gave him a light look, but he didn't get angry. His voice was as plain as water, as if he was saying something more natural: "you go first, or you won't have a chance."
Meng chixing was furious: "your tone is so big!" Of course, he can order Mongolian soldiers and warriors to go up first. First, he can test each other's accomplishments. Second, he can consume each other's strength.
But now in full view of the public, he also wants face!
What's more, as a great master, on the one hand, cultivation is equally important. Which great master does not have absolute confidence and momentum? How can you be weakened by the other party's words?
"Then you must die." Meng chixing's pupil shrinks, his mental power turns into substance, and the nine transparent wind blades suddenly appear around him. The next moment they shoot at him to make him a beehive.
You should know that when you dealt with Dugu before, a blade of wind broke his opponent's unique and invincible master, and then cut his opponent's life without losing his power. Now he has gathered nine handles at the same time and attacked him from all directions at the same time. It can be seen that he dare not despise him at all.
Just as the nine handle wind blade was just coming out and its momentum was about to rise rapidly, it seemed that the shadow of a sword appeared on his head. He didn't move at all, but the shadow of the sword on his head had spun ahead of time and made a very sharp sound. When the nine handle wind blade was the weakest, he crushed it into powder.
Song Qingshu seems to have a clear understanding. He remembers that the sword technique of seeking defeat alone has always been attacking but not defending. Every time he attacks the enemy, he will save him. Then one move after another is like overwhelming the enemy.
If someone can make him take a defensive move, he will be jubilant for months.
Sure enough, after the attack, he didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe. He split to mengchixing in an instant.
Meng chixing's face changed greatly. He didn't expect that his attack would be defused by the other party at the beginning, and then his move came so quickly, but he also responded quickly. After all, he only needed to use his mind, and a transparent wall of light would block in front of him.
In the past, with this light wall, he allowed Dugu to bombard countless fists with an invincible hand, but he didn't shake a cent. Now he has laid three.
However, under the other side's sword, the unbreakable wall of light broke into pieces as if ice and snow met with fire. Then the other side's sword broke three walls of light without stopping. Finally, the sword struck the other side's eyebrows.
Meng chixing's tall figure was stiff, and he muttered to himself in a very bitter tone: "what an overbearing sword."
Immediately a blood line spread in the center of his eyebrows, and then the pupil was no longer shiny. The whole person staggered and fell down from the tower, fell heavily on the ground, and had no breath.
"So you die?" There was a chill in all the soldiers.
Even song Qingshu is no exception. Although Meng chixing is not a strong man in the realm of great master, his method of turning spiritual power into material object is quite clever. Even if he wants to win in his own prime, it is not easy to kill him alone, let alone end his life with one move.
Can I take that sword just now?
Song Qingshu only felt a little thirsty.
"Meng chixing!" Tiemuzhen just came after hearing the news. He saw Meng chixing from a distance, and he wanted to come and hold the battle. He thought that two on one, plus the thousands of troops, the other side would die.
How do you know that Meng chixing died in the blink of an eye, or was he killed by the other party?
There was a chill behind him. Since he unified Mongolia, the word fear no longer appeared in his dictionary, but at this moment, he felt deep fear.
"Did you take people to destroy Wushuang city?" He looked at him quietly, moving his eyes.
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Hearing these words, song Qingshu's eyes are straight. Others don't know what it means. Doesn't he know? He is a mythical character in the field of fiction. In this world, he has seen the characters carved on the mountain wall in Shendiao valley. The meaning of the sword has benefited him a lot these years.
"Madame, you should be saved." Song Qingshu said.
Gu Ningqing muttered to himself: "is the legend true?" In Wushuang City, she also heard the legend about Dugu Yimai. Before, Dugu Fang died, and Dugu Ming even went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pray. At that time, she secretly despised this guy's practice, but now it seems that she really invited the elder?
"Ma'am, stay here. I'll go out and have a look." Song Qingshu asked Gu Ningqing to leave the tent in a hurry.
I found a man standing in the distance. He was not as old as I thought. On the contrary, he looked very young. His sword eyebrows and stars were different from ordinary Naibai Xiaosheng. There was a kind of inexplicable confidence and calmness in his eyes, as if nothing could stop him in the world.
The black cloak was hunting in the cold wind at night. He stood there like the most sharp sword. Meng chixing on the other side saw that his pupils were shrinking: "I'm going to be defeated alone?" As the elder of the demon sect, he naturally heard the legend of the other side.
"I didn't expect that anyone in the world would remember me," the young man said with a rusty smile, and then his eyes fell on him. "Did you kill Dugu Yifang?"
Song Qingshu was surprised. No matter how old he was, how could he be so young? However, he thought that the old urchin Zhou Botong was not young, but as he grew older, many of his white hair turned black. It should be that Xuangong cultivation had reached a certain level and his mood was innocent, so he could rejuvenate to a certain extent.
In addition, there are those of Xiaoyao sect. They are all seventy and eighty years old, but they look like little girls.
It is thought that this lonely pursuit of defeat either cultivates some skills like the eternal youth skill or reaches an incredible level. At present, it seems that it is the latter.
Meng chixing, after all, is a great master and a great master of the demon sect. He naturally has pride in his heart. After listening to his inquiry, he coldly replied, "so what?"
Dugu Qiubai sighed, "I didn't intend to get involved in the dust, but after all, wushuangcheng and I still have some unfinished roots. When my old friend's son was killed, we have to get justice for him."
Song Qingshu's heart leaps wildly. Dugu Ming's sword technique in Xixia does have the shadow of Dugu's desire to defeat. It's just that there is too much difference in the realm. He was suspicious at that time, and now it's finally confirmed.
Meng chixing also laughed: "open your eyes and have a look. This is no longer your time. I have millions of Mongolian soldiers, and I have countless commanders. Do you dare to come to the barracks alone? It's beyond our capacity. "
Dugu Qiubei gave him a light look, but he didn't get angry. His voice was as plain as water, as if he was saying something more natural: "you go first, or you won't have a chance."
Meng chixing was furious: "your tone is so big!" Of course, he can order Mongolian soldiers and warriors to go up first. First, he can test each other's accomplishments. Second, he can consume each other's strength.
But now in full view of the public, he also wants face!
What's more, as a great master, on the one hand, cultivation is equally important. Which great master does not have absolute confidence and momentum? How can you be weakened by the other party's words?
"Then you must die." Meng chixing's pupil shrinks, his mental power turns into substance, and the nine transparent wind blades suddenly appear around him. The next moment they shoot at him to make him a beehive.
You should know that when you dealt with Dugu before, a blade of wind broke his opponent's unique and invincible master, and then cut his opponent's life without losing his power. Now he has gathered nine handles at the same time and attacked him from all directions at the same time. It can be seen that he dare not despise him at all.
Just as the nine handle wind blade was just coming out and its momentum was about to rise rapidly, it seemed that the shadow of a sword appeared on his head. He didn't move at all, but the shadow of the sword on his head had spun ahead of time and made a very sharp sound. When the nine handle wind blade was the weakest, he crushed it into powder.
Song Qingshu seems to have a clear understanding. He remembers that the sword technique of seeking defeat alone has always been attacking but not defending. Every time he attacks the enemy, he will save him. Then one move after another is like overwhelming the enemy.
If someone can make him take a defensive move, he will be jubilant for months.
Sure enough, after the attack, he didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe. He split to mengchixing in an instant.
Meng chixing's face changed greatly. He didn't expect that his attack would be defused by the other party at the beginning, and then his move came so quickly, but he also responded quickly. After all, he only needed to use his mind, and a transparent wall of light would block in front of him.
In the past, with this light wall, he allowed Dugu to bombard countless fists with an invincible hand, but he didn't shake a cent. Now he has laid three.
However, under the other side's sword, the unbreakable wall of light broke into pieces as if ice and snow met with fire. Then the other side's sword broke three walls of light without stopping. Finally, the sword struck the other side's eyebrows.
Meng chixing's tall figure was stiff, and he muttered to himself in a very bitter tone: "what an overbearing sword."
Immediately a blood line spread in the center of his eyebrows, and then the pupil was no longer shiny. The whole person staggered and fell down from the tower, fell heavily on the ground, and had no breath.
"So you die?" There was a chill in all the soldiers.
Even song Qingshu is no exception. Although Meng chixing is not a strong man in the realm of great master, his method of turning spiritual power into material object is quite clever. Even if he wants to win in his own prime, it is not easy to kill him alone, let alone end his life with one move.
Can I take that sword just now?
Song Qingshu only felt a little thirsty.
"Meng chixing!" Tiemuzhen just came after hearing the news. He saw Meng chixing from a distance, and he wanted to come and hold the battle. He thought that two on one, plus the thousands of troops, the other side would die.
How do you know that Meng chixing died in the blink of an eye, or was he killed by the other party?
There was a chill behind him. Since he unified Mongolia, the word fear no longer appeared in his dictionary, but at this moment, he felt deep fear.
"Did you take people to destroy Wushuang city?" He looked at him quietly, moving his eyes.
Hearing these words, song Qingshu's eyes are straight. Others don't know what it means. Doesn't he know? He is a mythical character in the field of fiction. In this world, he has seen the characters carved on the mountain wall in Shendiao valley. The meaning of the sword has benefited him a lot these years."Madame, you should be saved." Song Qingshu said.Gu Ningqing muttered to himself: "is the legend true?" In Wushuang City, she also heard the legend about Dugu Yimai. Before, Dugu Fang died, and Dugu Ming even went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and pray. At that time, she secretly despised this guy's practice, but now it seems that she really invited the elder?"Ma'am, stay here. I'll go out and have a look." Song Qingshu asked Gu Ningqing to leave the tent in a hurry.I found a man standing in the distance. He was not as old as I thought. On the contrary, he looked very young. His sword eyebrows and stars were different from ordinary Naibai Xiaosheng. There was a kind of inexplicable confidence and calmness in his eyes, as if nothing could stop him in the world.The black cloak was hunting in the cold wind at night. He stood there like the most sharp sword. Meng chixing on the other side saw that his pupils were shrinking: "I'm going to be defeated alone?" As the elder of the demon sect, he naturally heard the legend of the other side."I didn't expect that anyone in the world would remember me," the young man said with a rusty smile, and then his eyes fell on him. "Did you kill Dugu Yifang?"Song Qingshu was surprised. No matter how old he was, how could he be so young? However, he thought that the old urchin Zhou Botong was not young, but as he grew older, many of his white hair turned black. It should be that Xuangong cultivation had reached a certain level and his mood was innocent, so he could rejuvenate to a certain extent.In addition, there are those of Xiaoyao sect. They are all seventy and eighty years old, but they look like little girls.It is thought that this lonely pursuit of defeat either cultivates some skills like the eternal youth skill or reaches an incredible level. At present, it seems that it is the latter.Meng chixing, after all, is a great master and a great master of the demon sect. He naturally has pride in his heart. After listening to his inquiry, he coldly replied, "so what?"Dugu Qiubai sighed, "I didn't intend to get involved in the dust, but after all, wushuangcheng and I still have some unfinished roots. When my old friend's son was killed, we have to get justice for him."Song Qingshu's heart leaps wildly. Dugu Ming's sword technique in Xixia does have the shadow of Dugu's desire to defeat. It's just that there is too much difference in the realm. He was suspicious at that time, and now it's finally confirmed.Meng chixing also laughed: "open your eyes and have a look. This is no longer your time. I have millions of Mongolian soldiers, and I have countless commanders. Do you dare to come to the barracks alone? It's beyond our capacity. "Dugu Qiubei gave him a light look, but he didn't get angry. His voice was as plain as water, as if he was saying something more natural: "you go first, or you won't have a chance."Meng chixing was furious: "your tone is so big!" Of course, he can order Mongolian soldiers and warriors to go up first. First, he can test each other's accomplishments. Second, he can consume each other's strength.But now in full view of the public, he also wants face!What's more, as a great master, on the one hand, cultivation is equally important. Which great master does not have absolute confidence and momentum? How can you be weakened by the other party's words?"Then you must die." Meng chixing's pupil shrinks, his mental power turns into substance, and the nine transparent wind blades suddenly appear around him. The next moment they shoot at him to make him a beehive.You should know that when you dealt with Dugu before, a blade of wind broke his opponent's unique and invincible master, and then cut his opponent's life without losing his power. Now he has gathered nine handles at the same time and attacked him from all directions at the same time. It can be seen that he dare not despise him at all.Just as the nine handle wind blade was just coming out and its momentum was about to rise rapidly, it seemed that the shadow of a sword appeared on his head. He didn't move at all, but the shadow of the sword on his head had spun ahead of time and made a very sharp sound. When the nine handle wind blade was the weakest, he crushed it into powder.Song Qingshu seems to have a clear understanding. He remembers that the sword technique of seeking defeat alone has always been attacking but not defending. Every time he attacks the enemy, he will save him. Then one move after another is like overwhelming the enemy.If someone can make him take a defensive move, he will be jubilant for months.Sure enough, after the attack, he didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe. He split to mengchixing in an instant.Meng chixing's face changed greatly. He didn't expect that his attack would be defused by the other party at the beginning, and then his move came so quickly, but he also responded quickly. After all, he only needed to use his mind, and a transparent wall of light would block in front of him.In the past, with this light wall, he allowed Dugu to bombard countless fists with an invincible hand, but he didn't shake a cent. Now he has laid three.However, under the other side's sword, the unbreakable wall of light broke into pieces as if ice and snow met with fire. Then the other side's sword broke three walls of light without stopping. Finally, the sword struck the other side's eyebrows.Meng chixing's tall figure was stiff, and he muttered to himself in a very bitter tone: "what an overbearing sword."Immediately a blood line spread in the center of his eyebrows, and then the pupil was no longer shiny. The whole person staggered and fell down from the tower, fell heavily on the ground, and had no breath."So you die?" There was a chill in all the soldiers.Even song Qingshu is no exception. Although Meng chixing is not a strong man in the realm of great master, his method of turning spiritual power into material object is quite clever. Even if he wants to win in his own prime, it is not easy to kill him alone, let alone end his life with one move.Can I take that sword just now?Song Qingshu only felt a little thirsty."Meng chixing!" Tiemuzhen just came after hearing the news. He saw Meng chixing from a distance, and he wanted to come and hold the battle. He thought that two on one, plus the thousands of troops, the other side would die.How do you know that Meng chixing died in the blink of an eye, or was he killed by the other party?There was a chill behind him. Since he unified Mongolia, the word fear no longer appeared in his dictionary, but at this moment, he felt deep fear."Did you take people to destroy Wushuang city?" He looked at him quietly, moving his eyes.
