Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 164 Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao

Song Qingshu looked at the five extra corpses in the yard, and those corpses seemed to be looking at him too. He couldn't help but sneered: "Hide your head and show your tail, pretending to be a ghost!"

Then he drank the meat porridge in the earthen pot in one gulp, and threw the earthen pot casually. The earthen pot hit the pillar and smashed into pieces with a "crackling" sound.

Song Qingshu shouted: "What's the use of putting so many dead people? It's better to put yourself there."

He didn't expect anyone to answer him, but there was a voice suddenly: "How do you know, I'm not a dead person." That voice was the sobbing voice before, but now he stopped whimpering and started talking instead, that voice It's sharp and thin, and it sounds uncomfortable.

Song Qingshu looked at the dead people in the yard, and suddenly threw his long sword straight at the dead person in the front. The next moment, the long sword flashed past, and the head of the dead person fell off, and then Song Qingshu seemed to be controlling the dead person from afar. The long sword, I saw the long sword was in the air, but turned suddenly, and the blade flew towards another dead man, with another flash, a head fell to the ground.

After doing this to four people, the long sword shot straight at the fifth person, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, the long sword suddenly accelerated several times, and suddenly shot at the fifth person's throat.

The fifth person was standing motionless on the ground, but at this moment, a flash of sword light flashed across his neck, but it seemed to be missed, but the fifth person's head did not fall off, and it was still planted on the ground. neck.

However, his originally wide-open eyes turned up suddenly at this moment, revealing a pair of cold eyes below.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect this man's eyes to be so magical, but the man bared his teeth at him, and suddenly disappeared, which is more illusory than a ghost.

Song Qingshu waved his hand, and the long sword returned to his hand. He turned around and sat down beside the fire.

Only now did Yang Yaoqin have time to ask him.

"Who was that person just now? Why did he suddenly disappear?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "I don't know who is holy. He scares people in the middle of the night. This person is so good at lightness that he can walk on the snow without a trace. I think he was the one who moved the half of the male corpse outside the gate of the courtyard. Those voices He did it too."

Only then did Yang Yaoqin nod her head and said, "But I see that man's eyes are extremely terrifying."

"I'm afraid it's something." Song Qingshu smiled, "That's because he drew eyes on his eyelids. He kept his eyes closed just now."

Yang Yaoqin couldn't help laughing, but then she got angry and teased the two of them for no reason.

"Then you are not afraid just now, did you find something?" Yang Yaoqin asked again.

Song Qingshu glanced at her and said, "How do you know I'm afraid? I thought I was pretending to be alike."

"Not at all. I just know."

"That man just took advantage of our absence and drank our porridge. No ghost would be hungry. Since he can drink porridge, it means he is not a ghost."

Only then did Song Qingshu share his discovery, and Yang Yaoqin suddenly realized what he had heard.

"Hehe, the old bat is indeed not a ghost." At this time, a figure was standing at the door of the room at some time, before he opened his mouth, Song Qingshu and the two of them didn't notice him. At this moment, they suddenly heard him speak, and the two Then Qiqi turned to look at the figure.

I saw this figure was tall and thin, with a blue-gray face, he looked like he was seriously ill, but neither of them dared to despise him.

The man said again: "But the old bat can eat people!" After that, he opened his mouth, revealing a full mouth of white teeth, shining brightly into people.

But Song Qingshu said: "You, I'm afraid you're hungry." As he said that, he kicked the earthen pot under his feet, and the earthen pot rolled twice on the ground, and came to the foot of the man, revealing an empty mouth facing the man. People seem to be laughing at him.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he said with a fake smile: "You didn't say you would save some for me."

"Why?"

"Didn't your parents teach you to respect the elderly?"

Song Qingshu sneered: "Playing with the dead is not something that a respectable old man can do."

"Young man is quite high-minded. Do you really think that you can go to heaven if you know a few peerless swordsmanship? Let me educate your parents for you!" After finishing speaking, his figure disappeared without seeing any movements. At the door, when he reappeared, he was already behind Song Qingshu, and he opened his mouth and bit Song Qing's neck.

Song Qingshu didn't turn his head back to stab the man's forehead with his long sword.

Unexpectedly, that person was just pretending to bite Song Qingshu, seeing him stabbing with a long sword at this moment, his figure disappeared behind Song Qingshu in a flash, and when he reappeared, he came in front of Song Qingshu again, and pushed towards Song Qingshu with a palm .

His figure was so fast that Song Qingshu couldn't even keep up with the rhythm. At this moment, his long sword was still stabbing back, but he found that the man had already arrived in front of him, so he also slapped out with one palm, which happened to meet the man's palm had a face-to-face meeting.

As soon as the two palms were joined together, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill pouring into his body along the palms. The speed of the cold air intruding was also extremely fast, and within a moment, his entire forearm was frozen to a little numb.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be negligent, and hastily introduced the innate qi into his forearm, forcing the cold air out of his body little by little.

And after that person met Song Qingshu's palms, his whole body seemed to be lifted by the strong wind, and he suddenly backed away, exited the door and came to the yard, and then drew two or three feet away on the snow, and then stopped. shape.

The man shook his arm, and exclaimed in his mouth: "How did you practice, kid? Why is this internal force so deep, it's too outrageous."

After all, he moved his feet, stepped on snowflakes, and floated into the house again. The snow behind him was just white, without the slightest trace of stepping on it.

Here Song Qingshu's arm has also returned to its original state, but the numb feeling has not dissipated, which makes him somewhat uncomfortable.

But seeing the opponent attacking again, he waved the long sword in his hand, pouring innate qi into it, and performed a basic slashing movement, dozens of sword qi surged out, blocking the door tightly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man rushed up to the roof with a little force on his feet, avoiding the flying sword aura. Dozens of sword auras flew in from the room, broke through the doors and windows, and flew directly into the ground and the ground in the courtyard. There were large and small cracks left on the wall, and they disappeared.

After the man rushed up to the roof, he walked back and forth on the roof, but he didn't make any sound. Song Qingshu in the room closed his eyes and listened carefully to the movements above his head. However, the man's lightness kung fu was really powerful. There was no sound.This made him feel a little uncomfortable. He had never met such an opponent, like a cat playing with a mouse. He couldn't keep up with the opponent's body skills, and he could only be passively beaten.

"Yaoqin." Song Qingshu called out, then pointed to himself, and then to the top of his head. Yang Yaoqin knew what he meant, so she nodded, and then quietly walked to a corner of the room, keeping as far away from the center of the room as possible.

Song Qingshu nodded to her, then jumped up towards the roof, swung the long sword in his hand at high speed in mid-air, broke the tiles above his head, and flew onto the roof.

At this moment, the man seemed to know that Song Qingshu would come up, and even more accurately calculated the position where Song Qingshu would come up. Seeing Song Qingshu jump up, he suddenly slapped his chest with a palm, but unexpectedly Song Qingshu was also on guard, with the long sword standing in front of his chest, waiting for him. He came against himself.

Seeing that he couldn't take advantage, the man withdrew his palm, and a figure flashed behind Song Qingshu again. Before Song Qingshu could stand still, he suddenly clawed at Song Qingshu's neck with both hands.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu didn't seem to have the slightest precaution, but this man actually grabbed his neck, and the man suddenly opened his mouth and bit his neck, the white teeth in his mouth made people daunting.

But just when he was about to bite Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu's long sword suddenly passed through his armpit and pierced the man's chest.

However, the long sword still missed.

That person has already moved two or three feet away.

Song Qingshu cursed inwardly, this speed is too fast.

The man stared at Song Qingshu from a distance, trying to find his flaws, Song Qingshu also pointed his sword obliquely, staring at him.

At this time, the man suddenly said: "Okay! Good swordsmanship! Boy, are you from the Wudang sect?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the long sword in his hand and said, "Did you recognize it?"

"Zhang Sanfeng is really good at it!" the man said, "Not only is he good at himself, but the disciples he teaches are also good at it."

"You don't need to say more about this, it's just a consensus in the martial arts world." Song Qingshu said quite proudly, "I think you are a member of Mingjiao."

The man said, "Oh? Did you recognize it?"

Song Qingshu said: "In the whole world, the only person who can practice lightness kung fu to such a level is probably only the Qingyi Bat King Wei Yixiao, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect, that is Your Excellency."

Wei Yixiao twitched his face, it was a bit of a smile, and suddenly his body trembled, shaking, thinking something was wrong in his heart.

Song Qingshu saw it clearly, and he didn't know why he suddenly trembled, so he said: "The wind in Kunlun Mountain is very cold, you better be careful, don't freeze into popsicles and be planted in the yard." This is sarcasm Just now Wei Yixiao planted those dead bodies into trees.

"Little devil's tone is quite loud!" Wei Yi said with a smile, trembling again, and then said, "I didn't enjoy playing tonight, old bat. Let's continue playing tomorrow night." After finishing speaking, he was ready to leave.

Song Qingshu said: "You came here, you must have heard the news that the Ming Cult besieged the Kunlun sect."

As soon as he said this, Wei Yixiao stopped in his tracks.

"So what?"

"As a result, you found that the place has long since been deserted. You must also know that the Kunlun faction was destroyed, and Mingjiao won a great victory."

"It is inevitable that Mingjiao will win."

"Then do you know that Wudang, Emei, Shaolin, and dozens of other sects are heading towards your Guangming Peak, and are planning to destroy you when your Mingjiao's vitality is seriously injured?"

"The tone is quite loud, let's talk about it after we can go to the Guangming Summit."

(End of this chapter)