Song Qingshu was on the verge of collapse, like a reed. It was as if he could be blown down by a stronger wind.
However, the thirty Mongolian elites seemed to be scared out of their wits and did not dare to take a step forward.
On the city wall, everyone stared at Song Qingshu's proud back, stunned.
Suddenly, Li Wuwang seemed to have thought of something and jumped down from the city wall without hesitation.
"Your Highness, you've done enough. Let's settle the rest!”
Deng Wuchen and the three Ming Cult disciples also reacted. They jumped off the city wall and ran towards Song Qingshu.
The five of them had joined forces to deal with hundreds of Mongolians, but they were not strong enough.
However, there were only about thirty Mongolians left. They could totally replace Song Qingshu.
After all, Song Qingshu looked so weak.
If they really failed in the ditch and were seriously injured or even killed by the remaining thirty to forty Mongolian soldiers, wouldn't they suffer a huge loss?
Soon, the five of them arrived beside Song Qingshu.
"Young Hero Song, we will never forget your help today.”
One of the Ming Cult volunteer soldiers cupped his hands and said,""Go back and rest. Leave the rest of the Mongolian dogs to us!”
"That's right. Young Hero Song, don't force yourself. If your cultivation is overused, it will cause some side effects.”
"Young Sect Master, rest for a while. Don't force yourself!”
……
Looking at the five men beside him, Song Qingshu's expression darkened.""What are you doing down here?”
"Young Sect Master, you've already done enough." Li Wuwang's eyes were filled with tears.”
"If Third Junior and Fifth Junior know about this, they will thank you.”
Deng Wuchen was so touched that his eyes turned red."The remaining thirty Mongolian dogs are enough for the five of us to deal with. Young Sect Master, don't hold on!”
Song Qingshu slapped Deng Wuchen's forehead.""What are you guys doing? If you scare away a Mongolian dog, watch how I deal with you!”
At this moment, Li Wuwang and Deng Wuchen were stunned.
They were shocked to see that Song Qingshu's face, which had been as pale as paper and devoid of blood, was rapidly regaining its color.
"Alright, since you're here, surround them!”
Under dozens of shocked gazes, Song Qingshu slowly raised the True Martial Sword, his eyes shining with unparalleled sharpness."Don't let anyone escape!"
His shout was like thunder!
Behind him, the originally dim sun phantom suddenly shone brightly, emitting a terrifying attractive force.
Sand and stones flew between heaven and earth!
Boundless and terrifying Spirit Qi almost condensed into a tornado and poured into Song Qingshu's body.
Song Qingshu's originally weak aura was also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The three-foot-long sword energy condensed again. It was even more solid and sharper than before.
Song Qingshu's body straightened in an instant. He breathed in and out Spirit Qi like a storm, and his Qi and blood surged like a river. He emitted an even more terrifying and domineering aura than before.
"He…he's pretending!"
"Impossible, how could his zhenqi recover so quickly!”
"He hasn't been weakened at all. Could it be that he wants to kill us all?”
"This lunatic, he's not human, he's a demon!”
"Run!"
……
The remaining 30 Mongolian soldiers were not fools. At this moment, they did not dare to continue fighting. They turned around and fled.
Unfortunately, if the hundreds of people had fled in all directions, Song Qingshu would have been helpless.
But now, the Mongolian soldiers had been bewitched by Song Qingshu. They fought until only 30 of them were left, and they were still surrounded by Li Wuwang and the others.
Under such circumstances, how could these terrified Mongolian soldiers escape?
Soon, more than 30 Mongolian soldiers were lying in a pool of blood.
Some were killed by Li Wuwang and the others, while others had their tendons severed by Song Qingshu. They screamed on the ground.
Not a single one of the hundreds of Mongolian elites managed to escape!
"What a terrifying opponent!"
On the city wall, Zhao Min looked at the handsome man who was dressed in green and looked like a handsome young master. The fear in her eyes grew stronger.
A peerless genius who had condensed invincible force and sword intent should have been arrogant to the extreme.
However, Song Qingshu had actually pretended to be weak and forcefully dragged out hundreds of Mongolian elites.
Even Zhao Min could not help but be amazed by this kind of scheming.
What shocked Zhao Min even more was the speed at which Song Qingshu's zhenqi recovered.
What did it mean to be able to recover all the zhenqi and physical strength that he had consumed in just a few breaths?
This meant that Song Qingshu could fight like a perpetual motion machine, almost endlessly.
In a war, whether it was a few hundred or a few thousand people, only a dozen or so could truly engage in close combat.
In the past, when they fought against martial artists, the Mongolian elite soldiers relied on their numbers to exhaust the martial artists 'True Qi and drag them to death.?
But Song Qingshu's performance today had completely erased that possibility.
If he could kill two to three hundred people today without any damage, then the result would not change even if two to three thousand people attacked him tomorrow.
If Song Qingshu's technique had no other restrictions, then he would have to use a true expert.
Otherwise, no matter how many ordinary elite soldiers besieged him, they would only be exhausted to death by him.
A person with such a scheming mind, and at the same time, he also had such incredible combat strength and recovery ability.
At this moment, Song Qingshu's importance in Zhao Min's heart became incomparable.
"He is demonstrating his strength to me and warning the Imperial Court.”
Zhao Min was extremely smart. She instantly understood what Song Qingshu was thinking.
"If the Imperial Court kills one person from Wudang, he will slaughter three thousand Yuan soldiers.”
"Even Zhang Sanfeng might not be able to make this threat, but he really can." Zhao Min muttered to herself.”
" More importantly, he's only at the Second Sky of the Postnatal Realm. If he advances to the Innate Realm…"
Looking at Song Qingshu walking toward the city, Zhao Min's heart turned cold. She had already made up her mind.
Wudang Sect, Song Qingshu!
Unless those people returned to the Central Plains, they absolutely could not provoke them!
……
Bang!
The city gates opened, and Song Qingshu appeared in front of the townspeople with a sword in his hand.
What greeted his eyes was a group of people with faces full of panic and fear. Many of them were trembling and looked very sad.
"I've already killed most of the Mongolians.”
" There are still a dozen or so whose tendons and limbs were cut off by me," Song Qingshu said in a gentler tone." I'm leaving them for you." If anyone wanted to vent their anger, they could leave the city at any time.”
Silence!
The townspeople had obviously not recovered from their previous state. At this moment, no one responded.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
Finally, a five-year-old girl in tattered clothes and pigtails stood up from the crowd.
She walked up to Song Qingshu and stared at him with a complicated expression.
She clenched her fists, her voice was filled with fear, hesitation, and hatred, which eventually turned into determination.
"Big brother, you…"
"Can you teach me how to kill?"
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