Flower Stealing Master

"It's not a threat, just telling the truth." Fang Yeyu continued, "Moreover, although the master's martial arts is high, it is not invincible in the world. For example, our emperor Ba Siba, and my master demon Pang Ban, any No one master may win, let alone our profuse sweat and great achievements, even my master is ashamed."

The previous news about Temujin’s practice of magic arts was heard from the hearsay, and now it has been confirmed by their insiders, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but cast a shadow in his heart, which is higher than the martial arts of Ba Siba and Pang Ban. Today’s Temujin is in the end. What kind of existence?

Seeing that he fell silent, Fang Yeyu couldn't help being overjoyed: "The master is a fairy-like figure, and he naturally distinguishes the pros and cons. After we return to our country, we will inevitably say a few words for your country and the master in front of the Great Khan."

Waiting for him is a bit of cold star, Fang Yeyu tried to raise the double halberd to hold the opponent's weapon when he was shocked, but his reaction was finally slow. He looked down at the long sword stuck in his throat, and he looked incredulous: " Why... why?" He couldn't figure out why the other party knew that Mongolia was so powerful and chose to kill the killer so unwisely. Isn't he afraid of bringing disaster to Goryeo?

"Since Mongolia is so strong, I naturally have to get rid of a few of your minions first." Even if Fu Cailin is really here, he would not believe Fang Yeyu's nonsense. After returning home, when nothing happened, I would say good things to Gaoli. ? If they lied to three-year-olds, it was more likely that after they returned, they would tell the truth in front of Temujin, and then revenge.

What's more, Song Qingshu is not Fu Cailin, and he doesn't have to manage Gao Li's life and death.

Although Fang Yeyu’s martial arts is good, he is still far from the realm of the master, but in Song Qingshu’s eyes, he is more important than a master like Shuiyue Dazong. No matter how high the martial arts of Shuiyue Dazong, he is just an eagle dog, but Fang Ye Yu is a confidant with a resourceful figure. Although killing him is not as exaggerated as breaking Mongolia's arm, it can also save a lot of trouble in the future.

"My master will take revenge for me..." Fang Yeyu felt the strength of his whole body run out quickly, and his heart was panicked to the extreme. He hates it and is unwilling to think of dying here so silently!

"Magic Pang Ban? There will be a battle with him sooner or later." Song Qingshu retracted the long sword, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

A **** arrow burst out, and Fang Yeyu fell heavily to the ground, unable to speak any more.

Xu Lie at the side panicked, watching the masters of his subordinates being killed, and now even Fang Yeyu is dead, he couldn't help but feel cold: "Don't come over!"

"Aren't your martial arts very high? Why don't you go up and fight him?" Mrs. Zhen beside him laughed and smiled very happily. She didn't expect this so-called assassin to cause any disturbances, but she knew that his martial arts was so high. She even directly washed the Mongolian courtyard, watching the former enemies die one by one, a hint of inexplicable happiness rose in her heart. You know how many times I have tried to kill these people in these years, but I have not been able to succeed.

"Shut up slut!" Xu Liewu cursed, and at the same time he felt regretful. He also barely had the strength of a grandmaster. If he joined forces with those people just now, instead of adding firewood one by one like before, it may not be necessary. Can't stop the opponent, but who knows this man's martial arts is so terrifying?

"Your martial arts is very high?" Thinking of his usual arrogant appearance, Song Qingshu only felt a violent killing intent in his heart, his brows were slightly frowned, what happened to him, how could he have an uncontrollable emotion Is it because you killed too much just now?

"Xiao Wang is so mediocre. Naturally he dare not compare with the master. I don't know what kind of conditions the master can let me go?" Although Xu Liewu had a martial arts, he was facing a life and death crisis at this time, but he found that his hands and feet were a little unwilling. It can't show anything at all.

In the final analysis, he was afraid of making a move just like those people just now, and directly "proactively" hit the opponent's sword, then it would really be over.

He has many soldiers under his command, and has captured countless countries. He is the most powerful person in the world. There are countless beautiful concubines in the family, and there is no time to enjoy the great world. He does not want to die here like this.

As for the direct surrender, he didn't have the slightest psychological burden. You must know that when the profligate started his career, his strength was also very weak. Temporary tolerance is not unacceptable.

"Let you go?" Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him constantly, killing him directly, killing him, and he would live up to his gratitude.

But Song Qingshu is also very clear that as one of the few remaining grandchildren of the Mongolian Great Khan, as the real power prince who controls nearly one-fifth of Mongolia’s power, he will die in Xingqing Mansion and will inevitably bring endless things to Xixia Military disaster.

"Your martial arts are so high, you are still afraid of this, will you not be suffocated when you live like this?" Song Qingshu only felt that there was an invisible villain in his ears who kept taunting and urging.

"Shut up!" Despite being covered by a mask, Song Qingshu's face was still very hideous at this time, and he kicked Xu Liewu's head directly. If he kicked it firmly, it would burst like a watermelon.

Suddenly the appearances of Mu Wanqing, Li Qinglu, Yelu Nanxian and others appeared in his mind, as well as the people in the city of Xingqing Mansion that he had seen on weekdays. Song Qingshu suddenly changed the direction of his feet and stepped directly on Xu Liewu. Above the knee.

"Ah!" Xu Liewu kept rolling on the ground holding his legs, struggling and howling desperately. He himself is a master, knowing that his legs have been completely shattered.

"Capital crime can be exempted from living sin and hard to forgive." Song Qingshu left a cold sentence and quickly turned away. He felt that his mind was extremely unstable at this time, and worried that staying here could not help but impulsively kill Xu Liewu. Up.

Suddenly he frowned, and immediately grabbed his hand. Mrs. Zhen had already been sucked into his hand. At this time, she was holding a dagger in her hand. It turned out that she just saw Xu Liewu fell to the ground and had no resistance to resist. He grabbed a weapon from the ground and pierced Xu Liegu's chest.

"If I let him go, you want to kill him?" Song Qingshu's eyes flushed, miraculously extremely bad.

"I... I and him are as deep as the sea." After he glanced at it, Mrs. Zhen's heart palpitated. Just now, she saw the situation that the other party was like no one, and easily tortured many Mongolian masters.

"He can't die, at least he can't die now." Song Qingshu said coldly, worried that Mrs. Liu Zhen would be in trouble here, so he directly grabbed her shoulders and left the Mongolian residence.

Along the way, Song Qingshu only felt that his whole body was turbulent with blood and blood, and the whole person had an inexplicable killing intent, as if the killing just now was far from enough. He is no stranger to this situation, joy-the demon of Zen is not the first time When he appears, he needs to vent his hostility thoroughly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance. Just now Xu Liewu had sent someone to bathe and change her clothes for Mrs. Zhen in order to better enjoy the beauty. At this time, the white and delicate skin on her chest was not known whether it was due to water vapor or after revenge. Excited a little more pink, the whole person is mature and beautiful, exuding amazing femininity.