The lives of the two Wudang Sect disciples were worth more than the Xuanming Elders?
What kind of joke was this? One had to know that the Xuanming Elders were existences at the sixth or seventh level of the Postnatal realm.
Moreover, they were proficient in the joint attack technique. If the two of them joined forces, they could even defeat an existence at the eighth sky of the Houtian realm.
They were worth more than three thousand elite soldiers. How could two disciples from Wudang's branch compare to them?
" Young Hero Song, don't go too far." Zhao Min's face was as dark as water." Although your strength is not bad, no matter how strong a warrior is, he can't fight against an army of thousands."”
"If the Imperial Court is truly enraged and the army is pressing down on the border, I'm afraid that no matter how skilled Young Hero Song and Perfected Zhang are, they will only be able to exhaust their zhenqi and die of exhaustion.”
At this point, Zhao Min had completely shed all pretense of cordiality.
In the face of absolute power, all schemes and plots were useless. They could only be suppressed with greater power.
The Mongolian elite cavalry was enough to flatten any sect in the Central Plains.
No matter how powerful a martial artist was, in front of an army of tens of thousands, it was impossible for them to have any chance to resist. They could only run away in a sorry state.
If he resisted forcefully, he would only die of exhaustion.
It was also because of this that although there were many heroes in the pugilistic world of the Central Plains, few of them went against the imperial court.
"The Mongolian cavaliers are famous. It's indeed not difficult to flatten Mount Wudang.”
Song Qingshu looked straight at Zhao Min and said indifferently,""However, after razing Wudang Mountain, your Dayuan Imperial Family has to be prepared at all times for me to come knocking on your door.”
"You're too confident. Even Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't dare to be so arrogant." Zhao Min sneered.”
Song Qingshu didn't say anything else. He held the True Martial Sword in his hand and walked straight toward the city gate.
Outside the city gates were hundreds of Mongolian elite cavalrymen.
From Song Qingshu's appearance, it was obvious that he wasn't out of the city to send warmth.
"Young Sect Master!"
"Young Hero Song, don't be rash!"
"Now that Zhao Min is in our hands, we can completely force those Mongolians to retreat. There's no need for you to take the risk.”
……
Everyone panicked when they saw Song Qingshu walking out of the city alone with his sword.
Wanderers and elite soldiers were two completely different concepts.
Under the same cultivation, ten Wanderers could easily kill ten elite soldiers on the battlefield.
However, when the number of elite soldiers reached more than a hundred, there would be a qualitative change. It was like a sharp sword that could easily tear apart a hundred rangers of the same realm.
Even a Xiantian master like Zhang Sanfeng could only guarantee that he could break out of the encirclement and escape from the army.
If he really wanted to fight to the death without caring about anything, killing hundreds of people would consume a lot of Genuine Qi and physical strength, and he would be killed by the human wave tactic.
As for taking the head of the general from the army, it was easy to say.
If you were surrounded by thousands of troops and enemies from all directions, you would not even be able to distinguish between north, south, east, and west, let alone find the leader.
Although there were only 200 to 300 Mongolian elites outside of Pill Sun Town, they had already begun to take shape.
If he was really surrounded by them and formed a dead end, even a supreme master of the Houtian Ninth Heaven might not be able to escape unscathed.
Now, Song Qingshu had killed Lu Zhangke.
However, no matter how powerful he was, could he be compared to a Gokudo Master of the Nine Heavens?
Fighting hundreds of elite soldiers alone, wasn't that too arrogant?
……
However, despite everyone's persuasion, Song Qingshu's footsteps did not stop for a moment.
He walked very steadily, neither fast nor slow.
Every step he took was exactly the same, as if he had measured it with the most precise ruler.
With every step he took, the aura on his body would accumulate a little.
The True Martial Sword in his hand made a clanging sound, as if it would fly out of the scabbard at any moment to kill the enemy and drink blood.
"This is…"
Zhao Min stared blankly at Song Qingshu, muttering to herself,"Invincible?"
The so-called invincible momentum referred to the belief that one was unparalleled and invincible. Even if there were thousands of troops in front of them, they would still press forward with the momentum of a tyrant.
This kind of momentum sounded simple, but there might not be one person in a million who could grasp it, and it was not inferior to sword intent at all.
Among all the people that Zhao Min had met in her life, there was only one supreme expert from the Yuan Ting Imperial Family who possessed such a domineering aura.
He still remembered that time when Zhao Min met that expert. She was only five years old.
However, after more than ten years, that terrifying power was still vivid in her mind, shocking Zhao Min.
Zhao Min had never expected Song Qingshu to be a young man in his early twenties.
Not only did he comprehend the sword intent that only peerless swordsmen could comprehend, but he also comprehended the invincible aura that only peerless overlords could comprehend.
Could it be that he was even more monstrous than Zhang Sanfeng and that supreme expert of the imperial family?
This man must not be left alive!
Zhao Min's eyes were filled with killing intent. As the Princess of the Dayuan Empire, she was not an ordinary woman. She had great charisma.
If he was certain that he couldn't win over a peerless prodigy among the Han people, then he would destroy him!
Putting aside the thoughts of Zhao Min and the others, Song Qingshu had already let go of everything.
At this moment, he had entered a wondrous realm.
In his eyes, the entire world had disappeared, leaving only a city gate in front of him. It was getting closer and closer.
Song Qingshu pushed open the city gate. The yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and the outside of the gate was a blur.
Hundreds of Mongolian elite soldiers lined up neatly in front of Song Qingshu. Their swords were drawn, and they seemed to be gathering a powerful force.
If it was an ordinary person who had not seen the world, in front of this big trend, they would instantly be terrified and their legs would turn to jelly.
"Song Qingshu, release our princess quickly. Otherwise, the Yuan Court will be furious and make your Wudang Sect bleed like a river!”
The Mongolian officer rode on a tall horse and pointed his whip at Song Qingshu as he threatened.
Song Qingshu raised his head indifferently and looked up at the Mongolian officer. His originally calm gaze gradually became sharp.
? A terrifyingly domineering aura rushed over, pressing down on the Mongolian officer until he was drenched in sweat. It was as if he was carrying a huge mountain.
Boom!
The Mongolian steed collapsed to the ground. It was so frightened by this domineering aura that it peed and shit all over the officer.
"You…you, you, you…what do you want!”
The Mongolian officer pointed at Song Qingshu in horror, his mind blank.
Clang!
Song Qingshu didn't say anything. He only slowly pulled out the True Martial Sword.
A drop of blood dripped down the smooth blade of the True Martial Sword and onto the ground.
In the next second, the Mongolian officer's gaze became unfocused. A bright flower of blood slowly bloomed at his throat.
Beside him, a few Mongolian squad leaders shouted in horror,""You…you actually killed Daren!”
"Bastard, you're finished. The entire Wudang Sect will be buried with you!”
"Just wait for our army to flatten Mount Wudang and make rivers of blood flow!”
……
"An ant-like fellow dares to threaten me.”
Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the Mongolian elite soldiers. A red light flashed in his eyes.
Although it had only been a month since he transmigrated to this world, those people on Wudang Mountain had already obtained Song Qingshu's recognition.
In Song Qingshu's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Seven Heroes were his closest kin.
Using the WuTang Sect to threaten him was undoubtedly touching his reverse scale in this world.
He was furious.
"Today, I, Song Qingshu, declare that if a faction of Wudang Sect is destroyed, I will wipe out a battalion of your Mongol army. If a person of Wudang Sect is killed, I will slaughter 3,000 of your Yuan people!”
"Two disciples of Wudang Sect died today. The Xuanming Elders are still in danger!”
"Including you guys, it's barely enough!”
A three-foot-long dark red sword ray shot out from the True Martial Sword.
Song Qingshu took a step forward, and a mighty black sun rose behind him.
Like a god, like a demon!
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