"Madam, he wants to kill me!"
Seeing that Song Qingshu was serious, Ye Fan immediately shouted.
Seeing this, everyone felt ashamed.
Seeing Song Qingshu's incomparable bravery, everyone was in a great mood. It was as if they could already see the scene of Ye Fan being killed by Song Qingshu's sword!
"Don't worry, husband. I'm here!”
Zhou Zhiruo moved her arms lightly and blocked Ye Fan behind her. She was like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world. Her beauty was peerless and her beauty was peerless!
Just as Song Qingshu's sword was about to reach him, Zhou Zhiruo made her move!
Heavenly Sword was pulled out along with its scabbard. It was as fast as lightning, so fast that everyone's eyes could not keep up!
Pa!
With a crisp sound, the sheath of Heavenly Sword struck Song Qingshu's face, causing him to turn his head to the side.
This was not the end.
Although Zhou Zhiruo's arms were slender and seemed boneless, she was the Holy Maiden of Emei and had strong internal energy.
This attack carried Zhou Zhiruo's love for her husband!
She would naturally not show mercy to anyone who was disrespectful to her husband. This blow was very powerful!
Kacha!
Song Qingshu's cheek bone cracked!
Under the immense force, not only did Song Qingshu's neck twist, but his entire body was also sent flying. He spun five or six times before falling to the ground.
The landing position was not good either. His big front teeth happened to hit a green stone slab, and two of his big front teeth flew off. His mouth was full of blood, and he was in a sorry state!
Oh-
The surrounding crowd exclaimed.
Looking at Song Qingshu's miserable state, they all felt that it was a pain in the eyes ~
However, when everyone saw Ye Fan hugging Zhou Zhiruo and revealing a blissful expression, their hearts immediately bled non-stop.
"Senior Brother Song!"
"Senior Brother Song!"
A few Wudang Sect disciples immediately ran over and helped Song Qingshu up.
"Holy Maiden of Emei, although you are the Holy Maiden of Emei, you should know Senior Brother Song's status among the younger generation of Wudang Sect. Even if he is not the Holy Son of Wudang Sect, he is the son of Wudang Hero Song Yuanqiao. His status in Wudang Sect is second only to the Holy Son, Zhang Wuji.”
"Miss Zhou, you injured Senior Brother Song today. We will naturally report this to Senior Uncle Song Yuanqiao. At that time, let's see how you explain it!”
"Our Wudang disciples are not to be trifled with!”
……
The few Wudang disciples were furious. If they did not know their own capabilities, they would have attacked long ago.
"You humiliated my husband, you only have yourselves to blame. Even if I report this to Perfected Zhang, I, Zhou Zhiruo, will have a clear conscience!”
Zhou Zhiruo's attack just now had naturally taken into consideration Song Qingshu's identity and Zhang Sanfeng's powerful deterrence, so she didn't kill him.
"Holy Maiden of Emei, I hope you can have some self-respect! Don't call any wild man husband!”
"Such a shameless man doesn't even dare to duel. He's not even considered a man, and you still call him husband?”
"I really don't know what's wrong with Miss Zhou. Why would she like such a man?”
……
The few Wudang disciples did not dare to make a move, but their mouths were not idle. They kept mocking Ye Fan.
Pa! Pa! Bang!
Zhou Zhiruo was furious. She rushed to her husband in anger. Heavenly Sword's shadow flashed continuously and slapped a few Wudang disciples until their faces were swollen. They fell to the ground and wailed endlessly.
"Miss Zhou, don't go too far!”
Song Qingshu had suffered such a huge loss and lost so much face. He pointed his sword at Ye Fan again.
"Young Hero Song, I, Zhou Zhiruo, have a limit to my patience! If you point your sword at my husband again, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship between Wudang and Emei!”
Zhou Zhiruo's jade-like hands exerted a little force, and Heavenly Sword's scabbard vibrated!
Song Qingshu had already lost face, and now that Zhou Zhiruo was scolding him like this, he immediately lost his face!
"Miss Zhou! I, Song Qingshu, must kill this freeloader today! If you're not afraid of destroying the relationship between Wudang and Emei, then go ahead and attack me! Kill me if you dare!"
Song Qingshu threw caution to the wind and charged at Ye Fan with his sword!
Clang!
Buzz!
Heavenly Sword was unsheathed, and the sword body hummed as it roared into the sky!
At that moment, Song Qingshu felt a terrifying killing intent surge out, covering the sky and covering the earth!
This killing intent was bone-chilling and immediately enveloped him!
"Miss Zhou, I don't believe you dare to kill me!”
It would be very embarrassing if he continued to cower at this time. Song Qingshu continued to approach Ye Fan.
"Then I'll make you believe me."
Zhou Zhiruo's voice was as cold as ice, and the wind caused the jade to shatter. Heavenly Sword carried an unparalleled might as it instantly slashed toward Song Qingshu's neck.
At that moment, Song Qingshu's entire body turned cold, and his legs involuntarily trembled. It was as if he had fallen into hell.
"Wait!"
Just as he felt that he was about to die, Song Qingshu hurriedly shouted!
The killing intent stopped.
Song Qingshu felt a chill on his neck. Only then did he realize that Heavenly Sword was already tightly pressed against his neck. If he moved a little further, the blade would automatically cut through his flesh.
"Miss Zhou, stop. Today's matter ends here. Please put Heavenly Sword away.”
Song Qingshu opened his hand and threw away the Wudang sword in his hand to show his sincerity.
Zhou Zhiruo saw this and didn't want to make things difficult for Song Qingshu. After all, if she killed Song Qingshu, not only would she offend Wudang Sect's hero, Song Yuanqiao, but she would also be slapping Zhang Sanfeng in the face!
If Zhang Sanfeng was angry, the entire Emei Sect would tremble.
However, at this moment, Ye Fan's large hand grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's hand.
Ye Fan held Zhou Zhiruo's jade-like hand, and Zhou Zhiruo held Heavenly Sword in her hand. This meant that Ye Fan was controlling Heavenly Sword.
"Madam, he wanted to kill me just now. He can be spared from death, but he can't be forgiven! Let him be a eunuch!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan held Zhou Zhiruo's small hand and controlled Heavenly Sword to stab Song Qingshu's legs!
The sudden sword strike caused Song Qingshu to tremble all over. His face was pale, and his legs went limp as he screamed.
A pungent smell suddenly emerged, causing the surrounding people to cover their noses with disgust.
Even Ye Fan hugged Zhou Zhiruo and quickly retreated.
In the next moment, everyone realized that before Heavenly Sword could even reach Song Qingshu, he had already peed his pants!
His pants were wet, and his pee was so smelly that it was soaring into the sky!
"Young Hero Song peed his pants!”
"Heh, losing all face is better than being a eunuch!”
"Oh my god, this smell is really strong. He must have been suffering from internal heat these few days! It's really pungent!"
……
"Ah! Ah-"
Song Qingshu's face was pale, and his entire body was trembling. He looked at his wet pants and glared at Ye Fan with incomparable hatred. Then, he ran away like a madman!
A few Wudang disciples hurriedly got up and chased after him.
"Um…"
Ye Fan originally wanted to scare Song Qingshu. After all, he did not want to provoke a great god like Zhang Sanfeng now.
He didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so awesome that he peed himself.
Now, the commoners 'mouths were like a funnel. The news of the Wudang hero, Song Qingshu, peeing his pants on the street instantly spread like wildfire!
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