Fragrance Stealer

"Madam, from your various actions over the years, I know that you have always wanted to kill me. Now that I am finally going to die, have you ever been happy?" Speaking of all this, Hong Antong looked calm.

"I didn't kill it with my own hands, why are you happy?" Su Quan sneered.

"You should hate me too. After all, I deserve it." Hong Antong smiled wryly, "But you and I have been married for many years, so you should ask yourself whether I treat you well or not?"

Su Quan hesitated for a while, then nodded: "You are really good to me."

"Well, for the sake of these years of love, I want to ask you one thing before I die." Hong Antong smiled gratifiedly.

Su Quan glanced at Song Qingshu's face, saw that he had nothing to say, nodded and said, "Say it."

"Help me kill this shameless villain Yin Jin." Hong Antong gritted his teeth.

"Okay!" Su Quan didn't hesitate, and in a blink of an eye, he had already come to Yin Jin's side.Yin Jin was originally the weakest martial artist among the Five Dragon Envoys, and could only flatter horses.Su Quan's attack without hesitation caused his neck to be broken before he could react.

Seeing Yin Jin being killed, Hong Antong nodded in satisfaction, mobilized his last internal strength, and said loudly: "Su Quan has made meritorious deeds in protecting the teaching. I decided to pass on the position of leader to her. Are you not convinced?"

Many disciples of the Dragon Sect in the hall are Su Quan's confidantes, and in terms of prestige and martial arts, no one in the Dragon Sect can compare to Su Quan at this time.

Patriarch Xuedao and others turned pale, and Su Quan was a little at a loss, but Song Qingshu gave Hong Antong an admiring look, and gave him a thumbs up: "I can afford it and put it down, Song admires it."

Hong Antong looked at Song Qingshu, the expression on his face became very strange, hatred, anger, regret, regret, all kinds of emotions came one after another, and finally thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Treat her well in the future..." As soon as the words fell, he died suddenly .

"What did he tell you?" Su Quan came back, looked at Song Qingshu and asked.The conversation between the two was very low, and it was difficult for the rest of the hall to hear clearly.

Song Qingshu shook his head, but instead turned to Patriarch Xuedao and the others: "It's time for us to settle the plot against last night."

"Master Song, it would be best if you came. The Mongolian and Khitan envoys are highly skilled in martial arts, and the poor are worried about being outnumbered. You and I are ministers of the same court, so we should watch over and help each other." Yu Zhenzi said happily, and said to Song Qingshu edge close.

Song Qingshu smiled, "Really, who brought Ouyang Feng to fight with me yesterday? I don't want to repeat Hong Antong's mistakes."

Seeing that Song Qingshu saw through the secret alliance of the three, Yuzhenzi said with a stern look: "Song Qingshu, although your martial arts are high, but with so many top masters in the arena, I don't believe you can win well."

Yuzhenzi has been defeated by Song Qingshu several times, which has cast a shadow in his heart.The master's self-esteem drove him to work hard to break this inner demon, otherwise he would not advance in martial arts but would retreat in the future.It was rare to gather so many masters this time, and Yu Zhenzi knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of the inner demons.

Both Patriarch Xuedao and Sang Jie suffered from Song Qingshu's hands, and they wanted to deal with it long ago, not to mention that Song Qingshu is the number one master of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, whoever can kill him will not only get the respect of Prince Ali Buge Rewards, but also get the highest reputation in the martial arts.

Although they were concerned about Song Qingshu's martial arts, the three of them thought that it would not be impossible for the three of them to join forces and Yelu brothers and sisters who were amazing in martial arts to make Song Qingshu feel angry on the spot, so they all held their breaths and quietly surrounded Song Qingshu.

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Chapter 286 Do you dare to try?

Since the conversation with Ouyang Feng, some shadows accumulated in Song Qingshu's heart suddenly became clear, and the whole world in his eyes has become very different from the past.

Patriarch Xuedao, Master Sang Jie, and Yu Zhenzi are all master-level figures on one side, the first-class masters in the Jianghu, surrounded by three auras, but Song Qingshu stands with his hands behind his back in a calm manner, with a trace of dignity means nothing.

Su Quan and others at the side saw that he was so arrogant, they couldn't help but sweat for him.In the eyes of the three people, it was another scene. They could clearly see Song Qingshu standing there, but Qi Ji couldn't perceive his existence. The sense of distortion similar to space made several people bewildered and unsure. snatch.

Yu Zhenzi knew that he had pretended to curry favor with Song Qingshu earlier, but he secretly joined forces with the blood knife ancestor and others to lure Ouyang Feng over, hoping to take the opportunity to get rid of the two of them.Now that Song Qingshu has escaped to ascend to heaven, he is probably the one who is most annoyed.

Seeing that the Blood Knife Patriarch and Sang Jie had the intention of retreating, knowing that Song Qingshu might let them go, but he might not let him go, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, take the lead, lead the battle, and tie the two Blood Knife Patriarchs with himself. On a warship.

With Sheng Jing's lesson, Yu Zhenzi did not dare to use the Taishan School sword technique this time, but switched to Iron Sword Gate martial arts. Song Qingshu attacked.

The rest of the audience secretly admired it, Yu Zhenzi seemed to have turned into seven afterimages, each figure was like smoke and mist, making it hard to see clearly, and he was already invincible before the fight.

Both Patriarch Blood Knife and Master Sang Jie are extremely experienced people. They know that if they stand by and watch, they will be defeated one by one in the end. It is better to combine the strength of several people.

The two shouted loudly and took the opportunity to cover their hands. The Blood Knife Patriarch swung a blood knife with a cold light. Sang Jie's big handprint was extremely mysterious. Cooperating with Yu Zhenzi, he killed Song Qingshu in the middle from three different directions.

"Be careful!" The two women reminded in unison.

Su Quan turned around and looked at Fang Yi with a half-smile. Fang Yi was stared at by her, feeling a little scared in his heart, and quickly lowered his head, his eyes still wandering into the field.

Yu Zhenzi was very satisfied with his swing this time. Whether it was the timing or the angle of the sword attack, he had gathered his whole life's hard work and experience. He was confident that any master would shy away from such a treacherous sword move.

Soon the smile at the corner of his mouth froze completely on his face, and Song Qingshu avoided his peak sword just by turning his body slightly.Shocked, Yu Zhenzi was about to back away, when Song Qingshu stretched out two fingers, the speed was very slow, so slow that Yu Zhenzi could clearly see the trajectory of the opponent's attack, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't dodge it, the next moment The tip of the sword in his hand was firmly gripped by those two fingers.

As soon as Yu Zhenzi lost his mind, he felt a clever force coming from the tip of the sword, and was led by the opponent to swing the sword to meet the blood knife ancestor who was attacking.

The ancestor of the blood knife aimed a thunderous blow at Song Qingshu's back. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, he was secretly happy, but he didn't know that the flash in front of his eyes would turn into Yu Zhenzi's sword and stab himself at the next moment.

The sword is a sword that cuts iron like mud, and the sword is also a sword that is cold. After the swords met, the blood knife ancestor and Yu Zhenzi retreated a few feet, only to feel the blood surging. Looking at the gaps on their respective weapons, they had no time to feel distressed. , Hastily looked up with concern to pay attention to the battle situation in the field.

After Song Qingshu used his strength to push back the two masters, he didn't know when a wooden sword was added to his right hand. Looking at the complicated and mysterious handprints attacking from his side, he raised his sword and stabbed at a certain point in the handprint. With a loud cry, he flew back.

When he stood still, his chubby face was dripping with cold sweat, and his hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, so he couldn't see clearly.

When everyone was watching in confusion, Song Qingshu said: "Sang Jie, if you can escape your life today, go back to the Shingon School and practice hard for three years, maybe you can practice the Mahamudra back."

Seeing Sang Jie's face ashen ashes, the blood knife patriarch and Yu Zhenzi were shocked: Sang Jie, as the number one master of the second generation of Shingon sect disciples, his mahamudra skills can be said to be outstanding, but Song Qingshu killed him with a sword?

The fat on Sang Jie's face trembled wildly, and his voice was hoarse: "What you give today, you will return a hundredfold in the future."

"In my opinion, those who say such things are incompetent people," Song Qingshu smiled nonchalantly, "What's more, it's not certain whether you will have a future."

Sang Jie's face turned pale, and the ancestor of Xuedao also felt cold. Seeing the Yelu brothers and sisters who had been standing by and watching, he said coldly: "Khitan has been greatly favored by Mongolia, and they have always advanced and retreated together. Could it be that the two are just watching?"

The Yelu brothers and sisters looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes. Originally, they really didn't want to go through this muddy water, but Liao and Mongolia were allies, and now the dilapidated Liao needs to rely on Mongolia in many places. If Mongolia is allowed to His envoys were killed here, which may damage the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

Yelu Nanxian took off his cloak, revealing an enviable tall and proud figure, slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, pointed at Song Qingshu, looked at him with a wry smile and said: "Mr. Song, people can't help themselves in the Jianghu, please!" Yeluqi He also stood up at the right time. He got the true biography of the old naughty boy Zhou Botong when he was young, and Quanzhen taught Xuanmen authentic martial arts. There are countless masters.

Seeing Yelu Nanxian's cold and frosty pretty face full of dignity, Song Qingshu put away the wooden sword and showed a warm smile: "Since they are friends of Miss Nanxian, I will naturally not make things difficult for you. Stay, please take care of yourself."

Yelu Nanxian was stunned for a moment, and noticed that the eyes of everyone in the field were full of inexplicable ambiguity when looking at him. It was rare that his face blushed, and he put the sword back into the sheath, and looked at Song Qingshu with a softer look in his eyes: "Nanxian is here Thank you, Mr. Song."

, Su Quan coughed lightly, looked at Patriarch Xuedao and the others, and said coldly: "You guys are still not leaving, are you still waiting for the Shenlong Cult to prepare a banquet?"

Although she really wanted to take this opportunity to kill Patriarch Xuedao and Master Sang Jie, avenge Hong An, and use this to gain prestige in the teaching, but since Song Qingshu had agreed to let go of a few people, Su Quan weighed Li prestige and himself in Song Qingshu's mind. The importance of the impression in the book wisely didn't mean to refute Song Qingshu.

Seeing the ancestors of Xuedao leaving in embarrassment, Yelu Nanxian thought that this trip not only did good to the Mongolian side, but also bankrupted the conspiracy of Brother Alibu and Hongli invisibly, and at the same time completed the work of the Great Tiyin Division. Su Yin's entrustment to protect Su Quan was really rewarding, so she looked at Song Qingshu with a little more gratitude in her eyes: "Our brothers and sisters are going back to Daliao, so let's not live here, there will be a later date."

"There will be a period later." Song Qingshu nodded with a smile.

Seeing Song Qingshu watching Yelu Nanxian leave, Su Quan chuckled and said: "The figure has disappeared for so long...Since you are so reluctant, why not keep her as a guest."

Song Qingshu was taken aback, and smiled wryly: "No way, I was thinking about how long you can be the leader."

At this time, the disciples of the Dragon Sect in the hall just came to their senses, and they all knelt down and shouted: "Respectfully invite the leader to ascend the throne, and the leader will live a long life and be equal to heaven."

Su Quan smiled sweetly, and held Song Qingshu with one hand: "Come with me." Holding Song Qingshu's hand, the two walked up the steps step by step, and came to Hong Antong's usual throne. Said: "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"Even though Master Hong was not good in the past...but he has made great contributions to our sect. Come here, take Master Hong's body away and bury him in a grand manner the next day."

"Abide by the Master's decree."