Flower Stealing Master

Chapter Fifty Golden Book No. 1 Practical Master

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From so far away, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless..."

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Pity. "

Hearing what he said, Wei Xiaobao was in cold sweat, and he secretly regretted that he did not take the fat head, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers of Tiandihui Qingmutang over, otherwise he would not be so vulnerable. This Zhang Kangnian, usually boasted. It’s so loud, and there’s no use for farts at a critical moment. If I can escape this time, I will definitely let Xiao Xuanzi drive you all back to your hometown...

While Wei Xiaobao was thinking about it, his men had already been solved by the blood knife monk.

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remaining guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, and their voices were a little trembling: "Wei...Wei Jue, the situation is...somewhat bad."

"It's not good, you big-headed ghost, you can see it personally." Wei Xiaobao cursed speechlessly, "The others are dead, why didn't you two suffer any injuries?"

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other and had to smile awkwardly.

Song Qingshu saw that the time was almost up. With Wei Xiaobao's urinary nature, the ghost knew whether he would suddenly be able to use his own skills to escape from birth. At that time, his wishful thinking might be passing by.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu walked out of the dark, looked at the blood-swordsmen, shook his head and sighed: "The monks are compassionate, and the masters actually committed the killing precepts. It is really sinful."

Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingshu. His ability to observe words and colors claims to be second in the world, and no one dares to say first.

Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought that the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw it at a glance. Judging from his indifferent expression, it is obviously not the former."

"This hero carries a wooden sword, and he looks like a master in the hands of a master. These evil monks have no Buddhist mercy at all. They want to kill us and hope that the hero will save him." Wei Xiaobao gained confidence. , The attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn.

"Huh, quitting killing is a thing of your Central Plains Zen Buddhism, we don't have so many rules in the Tibetan Buddhism," the blood knife ancestor hesitated, looking at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, and still asked: "I said this little brother, can you really hurt people with this wooden sword?" Although he had never heard of a wooden sword as a weapon, his instinct still made him subconsciously jealous of Song Qingshu.

"Your blood knife can hurt people, but why can't the wooden sword below hurt people?" Song Qingshu smiled faintly, but his heart exploded. This kind of pretending taste is really not bad.

The blood knife ancestor hesitated for a moment, but still greeted his disciple to attack. As in today's chaos, many sects in the Western Regions are looking for the master in their hearts. Most of them are oriented towards the stronger Mongolia, but it is a learning to take refuge in the Mongolian prince. Some people have taken refuge in the Ruyang King Chahan, who has managed the Western Regions. Some have taken refuge in the more popular Kublai Khan. Mu Zhen loves seven emperors, Sun Ali, brother, the first actual combat master in Chapter 50

In the future, the position of sweating will definitely be passed to him, so he led the blood knife door to join Ali Bu.

Nowadays, Brother Ali is staying in the Mongolian steppe and is at odds with the Manchus. This time they discovered that Kangxi sent his most trusted confidant, Wei Xiaobao, to the Southern Song State to discuss alliance matters.

Brother Ali was worried that his situation would be even more difficult after the alliance between Manchu and Song Dynasty was eliminated. Knowing this, the blood knife ancestor volunteered and led his disciples to go south and planned to intercept Wei Xiaobao in the Great Song Dynasty. As a result, not only did the Manchu and Song states not form an alliance, they might even start a war because of Wei Xiaobao’s death. .

Although instinct tells the eccentric young man in front of the blood knife ancestors is not easy, but time is running out, he must fight quickly, before the Song Dynasty court can react, kill Wei Xiaobao. So let the disciples take the lead and try Song Qingshu's fiction. Chapter 51—Two Little Prostitutes

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

Flip your wrist, Chapter 51, two young thieves in your hand

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

Flip your wrist, Chapter 51, two young thieves in your hand

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

Flip your wrist, Chapter 51, two young thieves in your hand

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

Flip your wrist, Chapter 51, two young thieves in your hand

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

Flip your wrist, Chapter 51, two young thieves in your hand

The second-generation disciple of the Blood Sword Sect, headed by Baoxiang, was not weak in martial arts. In the original work, Ding Dian thought he would suffer a head-on with a few of them. He deliberately adopted a sneak attack tactic to win the victory.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless, the wooden sword flew out from his back under the shock of his internal strength, accompanied by a trace of dragon chants.

Bao Xiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness, stepping on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Pop, papa!" After a few crisp noises, Bao Xiang and others only felt a wrist drama. In pain, the blood knives in his hands fell on the ground one after another, and he looked up in amazement, Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been in the sheath again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to hurting lives for a while. Just now, he just shot a few people's acupoints on their wrists with the sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma, a bear!" The blood knife ancestor was bluffed, "This little **** martial arts is higher than the ancestor grandfather, this is not easy to handle."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded and shocked: "This is the master. If he is supported, what is the queen mother and old witch, what is the godlong Hong leader, what is the teacher and nephew of Chengguan...what a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's momentum, and naturally needed to make him feel shocked by his strength.

The blood knife ancestor was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the opponent's martial arts was clearly higher than his own. He looked down and saw the eyes of the disciples expecting, and he was shocked: "If I retreat without a fight, my grandfather's prestige is certain. It's a big loss, these white-eyed wolves can't decide what to make.

After making up his mind, the blood knife ancestor stabbed his toe, and several tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor body, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

Song Qingshu was shocked. Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now. He can't let him cause any damage. He hastened his luck from the dantian to the acupoints on the shoulders, qi travels through the yin, the yin, the yin, and the yin, and he puts out his hands and resorts to the Jianglong eighteenth. The "Shuanglong fetching water" in his palm sucked the tiles flying away in the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really horrible." The blood knife ancestor thought flashed past, taking advantage of Song Qingshu to save Wei Xiaobao, he took a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and smashed into the unmovable Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the court thought that he would take the opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, who knew that he would stab a charming little girl with such a fierce knife!

Song Qingshu was also shocked, and quickly jumped up, with a move that the flying dragon hit the back of the blood knife ancestor in the sky.

The ancestor of the blood knife showed a tricky smile. It turned out that he attacked Shui Sheng with a knife that looked fierce, but in fact, he kept nine points of strength. He calculated that a young man like Song Qingshu would not bear the heart that a beautiful girl was split into two. , Would definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the flaws caused by the hasty movement gave the blood knife ancestors a chance.

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