"You're too arrogant!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you go against the Imperial Court!”
"I'll definitely chop you into meat paste today!”
……
The few squad leaders were provoking him, but their bodies subconsciously retreated.
Under the pressure of Song Qingshu's overwhelming sword intent and domineering aura, these squad leaders felt that even breathing became difficult.
One of the squad leaders shouted as he drew his saber and slashed at Song Qingshu.
However, before his saber could land, a flower of blood had already bloomed from his throat.
This sword was clean and efficient, taking the life of a person in an instant!
After being stained with blood, the Gang Qi on the True Martial Sword became even deeper and more demonic.
The red glow in Song Qingshu's eyes grew even more intense.
"Bastards, attack him and wear him out!”
"No matter how strong you are, can you kill hundreds of us?”
"Even if Zhang Sanfeng came, he would have to run. What can you do?”
……
The surviving squad leaders were retreating rapidly. They fled into the crowd, commanding the elite cavalry to mount their horses and surround Song Qingshu.
Whoosh!
When a cavalryman mounted a horse, their combat power was completely different from when they were on the ground.
In the span of a single breath, seven or eight spears had shot toward Song Qingshu from all directions.
"Can't even withstand a single blow!"
Song Qingshu sneered. The three-foot True Martial Sword and the three-foot sword aura in his hand were a total of six feet, not much shorter than the spear.
Clang!
The sword light swept across the sky, and seven or eight spears broke at the same time. The cuts were as smooth as mirrors.
The sword rays in Song Qingshu's hands were like raindrops as they sliced through the throats of five Mongolian elite soldiers in an instant.
"Go to hell!"
Behind him, a Mongolian soldier roared and slashed his Zhanmadao at Song Qingshu's head.
Song Qingshu's messy hair flew in the air. He turned around and sent out a sword energy.
Instantly, the tall horse and the Mongolian soldier were cut into two.
The internal organs of the horse and human corpses were mixed together and fell to the ground. It was extremely bloody.
This scene shocked many Mongolian soldiers.
As a result, for a short period of time, no cavalrymen dared to take a single step within a ten-meter radius of Song Qingshu.
"Young Sect Leader is so domineering. Is he going to fight hundreds of Mongolian elites alone?”
"Awesome. I didn't expect the WuTang Sect to have such a hero.”
"As expected of the successor of the True Martial Sword. He didn't tarnish Perfected Zhang's reputation.”
……
On the city tower, everyone was watching the battle.
Zhao Min felt rather upset when she heard the Wudang Sect and Ming Cult disciples 'words.
"So what if he's strong?" she snorted coldly. It looked majestic, but how many times could he unleash such an attack?”
At this moment, Zhao Min wished that Song Qingshu's internal energy would be exhausted in the chaotic battle and that he would die in the chaotic battle.
Because she could foresee that if Song Qingshu didn't die today, he would be another Zhang Sanfeng in the future.
A Xiantian expert was a terrifying existence who had the chance to take the head of a general in an army of ten thousand.
If Zhang Sanfeng was willing, he might even be able to sneak into the Dayuan Imperial Palace and assassinate the current Yuan Emperor.
Of course, it was only a possibility of success, not a certainty.
Furthermore, Zhang Sanfeng had concerns in his heart. In order to protect the Wudang orthodoxy, it was impossible for him to personally take action.
However, Song Qingshu's style was completely different from Zhang Sanfeng's. He was more domineering.
If you kill one of my Wudang Sect members, I will slaughter 3,000 of your Yuan Dynasty soldiers!
This was a demon who killed to stop killing. His talent was even more terrifying than Zhang Sanfeng's. If he was allowed to fully mature...
The entire imperial family of Da Yuan would probably be on tenterhooks and unable to sleep soundly.
Upon hearing Zhao Min's words, Li Wuwang, Deng Wuchen, and the three Ming Cult disciples fell silent.
They naturally knew that Zhao Min was right. It was not difficult for them to hold on for a while under the siege of the Mongolian elite soldiers. Basically, any Postliminary Realm expert could do it.
However, as time passed, the consumption of both True Qi and physical strength would become faster and faster.
In the end, if they were not careful, they would die in the siege.
Therefore, just because Song Qingshu was acting very impressive right now didn't mean that he could hold on forever.
It was obvious that the Mongolian elite soldiers understood this logic.
"Don't be frightened by him. He can't hold on for long!”
"That's right. Kill him and chop off his head. The reward is ten taels of gold!”
"Don't give him a chance to recover his True Qi. Kill him!”
……
Ten meters away, the squad leaders were all clamoring.
However, although they were shouting, they did not dare to take half a step closer. They were only encouraging their subordinates.
After all, the corpses on the ground and the indifferent expression on Song Qingshu's face when he killed the man made people feel guilty.
Even the vicious Mongolian soldiers, who were used to killing people, felt their bodies turn cold in front of Song Qingshu.
This was a person who was even fiercer than them, like a god or a demon.
"What, you don't dare to come over?"
Song Qingshu's expression did not change at all. He raised his sword and walked towards the Mongolian soldiers.
At this moment, he seemed to have merged with the power of heaven and earth.
The moment he took a step forward, the Mongolian soldiers could not help but take a step back.
There were even many warhorses in the front row whose legs went limp and collapsed to the ground.
"So the so-called Mongolian elites only attack the old, weak, women, and children, bullying the strong and fearing the evil.”
" I'm right here," Song Qingshu said coldly." Why aren't you attacking?"”
"Are you afraid?"
" Kill!" An explosive shout that was filled with endless dominance and sword intent shocked some of the Mongolian cavaliers so much that they could not even hold their weapons properly and dropped them to the ground.
Not to mention the collapsed horses, even feces and urine could be seen everywhere.
The hundreds of elite cavalrymen instantly fell into chaos, unable to even form an effective battle formation.
Song Qingshu laughed coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He swung his divine sword horizontally, and the sword energy ignored all obstacles.
With every slash of Song Qingshu's sword, more than three Mongolian soldiers would be killed.
In a short span of a dozen breaths, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
"His aura has weakened. Haha, he can't take it anymore!”
"How long can you last if you attack with all your strength? People from the Chinese server can't do that!"
"Kill him and save the princess. We can all be promoted!”
……
Song Qingshu stopped what he was doing and panted lightly.
This action seemed casual, but it caused the morale of the Mongolian soldiers to soar. It was as if they saw the hope of being promoted.
One by one, they pounced toward Song Qingshu.
Clang!
The sword energy rose again, and the sword aura was like a dragon. Another three Mongolian soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
Song Qingshu's aura became even more unstable, and his body swayed slightly.
It was as if he would exhaust his zhenqi and be slaughtered if he were to launch a few more attacks.
One sword!
Two swords!
Three swords!
……
Eighteen swords!
Nineteen swords!
……
Thirty-five swords!
Thirty-six swords!
……
As time passed, the color of the True Martial Sword became fainter and fainter, and the amount of Sword Qi also decreased.
More and more Mongolian soldiers fell under Song Qingshu's sword.
Unknowingly, only thirty of the three hundred elite cavalrymen were left.
Song Qingshu's situation was also extremely bad. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked as if he would collapse at any moment.
At this moment, in everyone's eyes.
Song Qingshu's tottering body was as imposing as a mountain.
Unpassable!
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