Chapter two hundred and eighty-fifth scholar died for the confidant
As the adopted son of the ruthless Taoist master, Song Qinghui is only thirty-two years old, but his strength is extraordinary. The news that Zhuo Mufeng and Liao Qixiong are approaching cannot be hidden from him.
In fact, the previous movements outside the tower were clearly heard by those present, but they were not aware of the situation, so it was difficult to make a judgment.
When Song Qinghui said the words to humiliate Miao Qingcheng, in addition to being tempted by the beauty, he also had the intention of motivating the two of them to take action. The result was as he expected!
After taking care of Liao Qixiong, Song Qinghui waited for the second person to take action, but after feeling the power of the sword energy, he almost laughed out loud, trying to hurt him with such a trivial trick.
But soon, Song Qinghui couldn't laugh anymore, because the sword energy went straight to his back. However, with his current position, his body was sucked by the silver energy, and his back became a loophole for him.
What a cunning guy!
boom!
Song Qinghui stretched out his left arm backwards, with his elbow slightly sideways. A black inner force turned into a needle light, which easily penetrated the sword energy and penetrated the wooden beam not far away.
Another sword energy struck, again directly attacking the back.
Song Qinghui gritted his teeth and had to fight with arms crossed. Amidst the banging explosions, the wooden beams and walls facing Song Qinghui were all hit, and the whole tower shook slightly.
"Be careful and control your strength!"
The middle-aged monk, the Taoist Master Wuqing, was frightened for a while. If a beam fell off his head, in his current state, even the slightest touch would be dangerous.
Song Qinghui also realized the sinister intentions of the sneak attacker, gritted his teeth, and had to endure his anger and control his internal power, only to defeat the incoming sword energy each time without affecting the surrounding areas.
But in this way, he undoubtedly fell into a passive position. The adopted son of a ruthless Taoist master was actually led by the nose by a Zhenqi realm warrior. Song Qinghui was so angry that he yelled: "You are a traitor, get out of here if you dare!"
"Get off here first, and I will fight with you for three hundred rounds."
There was a voice on the stairs, but no one could be seen. The person was well hidden, with his feet standing on the handrails of the steps, using the door frame to block his view. Only a sword kept shaking.
However, when Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei heard this voice, their faces were moved and they looked at each other suddenly.
Zhuo Mufeng!
Miao Qingcheng couldn't believe it. It was not difficult to understand that Liao Qixiong came to save her, but she never expected that Zhuo Mufeng would also come. The adopted son who she had made things difficult for her and even suspected that he had ulterior motives would actually take such a risk.
Save her?
Hearing Zhuo Mufeng's words, Song Qinghui gritted his teeth angrily: "Come here if you dare!"
Zhuo Mufeng waved his sword and shouted angrily: "If you ask me to go over, I will lose face." Although he said it happily, he was actually cursing in his heart.
It was true that Liao Qixiong was too unreliable. He originally wanted to continue observing, but he didn't expect that Liao Qixiong suddenly took action, making it impossible for him not to follow suit.
The problem was that Song Qinghui's strength was beyond his imagination. Facing such a person, he usually didn't even have a chance to escape, but now he was trying to kill him. Zhuo Mufeng was almost sweating.
But at this point, he had no choice but to go forward.
The moment the sword energy was released, Zhuo Mufeng gritted his teeth, spread out his left hand, held four balls in his hand, and shot them out quickly.
I didn't use it before. I saw Song Qinghui knocking Liao Qixiong away with one blow. I knew that the opponent was very powerful and had been waiting for the best opportunity.
The reason why it was not thrown indoors was because it could not hurt Song Qinghui, and Huang Wu would definitely be driven away by the opponent's internal force.
Sure enough, Song Qinghui seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He tapped his left palm lightly, and the four balls that were shot at different locations were actually fixed by him in the air without breaking them with force.
Song Qinghui curled up the corner of his mouth, showing full of disdain. He still wanted to harm him through such despicable means. It was a wishful thinking.
But who would have expected that at this moment, Zhuo Mufeng, who had just shot four balls, popped out four balls again. There was only an instant between them, and even the trajectory of the balls was exactly the same.
Song Qinghui was suddenly shocked. The little thief was more cunning than he expected, and he hurriedly forced himself to use the True Qi Control.
However, the speed of the balls was too fast, and the space inside was narrow, leaving him too little reaction time. The flexible and strange internal force only had time to fix three of them, and the last one crashed into the previous one.
boom!
Yellow smoke instantly filled the air, covering the small Zen room.
"You hidden rat, do you think this trick is useful?"
Song Qinghui roared like a thunderbolt, twisting his wrist slightly, as if there was suction in his palm, and the long yellow poisonous mist quickly shrank.
But Zhuo Mufeng was not a vegetarian. The two yellow balls had just exploded. Taking advantage of the moment when Song Qinghui was unable to deal with him, he smashed out all three remaining yellow balls.
This was not over yet, Zhuo Mufeng's right hand did not stop, the sword energy that had been prepared for a long time spurted out, helping him launch the strongest and fastest sword in his life to this day, but it did not strike at Song Qinghui, but at Song Qinghui.
The ruthless Taoist master backed by him.
At this time, the Qingqing Taoist master was fighting with the master of Bishan Temple for internal strength and could not move at all.
"You deserve to die, thief!"
Song Qinghui wanted to eat Zhuo Mufeng alive. He was clearly far superior to his opponent, but he was put in a difficult position by the opponent, and there was no way he could do anything about it.
Slapping his palm backwards, he easily dissipated the sword energy attacking the ruthless Taoist master, but it was inevitable that he would focus on one thing and not the other. With three bang bang bangs, the three balls exploded, and a thick yellow poisonous mist suddenly filled the entire room.
Song Qinghui quickly used his energy to absorb it, forming a ball of yellow mist and throwing it out the window. However, in the short time just now, wisps of mist penetrated into the pores of everyone present.
Almost instantly, Song Qinghui felt dizzy.
It should be noted that this poison is a gold-plated original creation. According to Balong, even the masters of the Tianxing Ranking would be unlucky to use it. Song Qinghui's strength is not up to the level of the Tianxing Ranking. After only a few breaths, the whole person is clearly unable to do what he wants, and his feet
It was futile, and there was a double vision in front of my eyes.
During this process, Zhuo Mufeng continued to swing his sword as fast as he wanted, without giving Song Qinghui any chance to adjust his breath.
Seeing that Yinmang's true energy was about to be exhausted, Song Qinghui was just a little short of breaking through the defense and grabbing the famous beauty from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but he could no longer hold on.
With a stern look in his eyes, Song Qinghui resisted the feeling of fatigue, mustered up his remaining strength, and shouted without looking back: "Thief, I will cut you into pieces!"
His plan was very simple, bluffing so that Zhuo Mufeng would not dare to approach. As long as he survived these few breaths, Miao Qingcheng would be in his pocket.
When the time comes to kill Miao Chongwei, control Miao Qingcheng, and destroy the old monk in one fell swoop, it will be even easier for the foster father to get rid of the little thief in the dark. It will be like killing four birds with one stone.
Not to mention, Zhuo Mufeng was really frightened by him, but soon, looking at the opponent's fierce back, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He knew the effects of poison. Just looking at Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei, who were about to collapse to the ground, he knew how terrible it was. Looking at the middle-aged monk and the old monk, they were obviously short of breath and weak.
Could it be that Song Qinghui's martial arts is superior to the two of them?
But at the very beginning, Zhuo Mufeng clearly heard Miao Qingcheng calling out to Master Qingcheng. Judging from his breath, it was not difficult to tell that the middle-aged monk was Master Wuqing.
A thought quickly flashed through Zhuo Mufeng's mind, that guy is cheating!
With little thought and no time to think about it, Zhuo Mufeng had a ferocious look on his face and rushed forward, roaring with his mouth open, using his right hand to unleash the fatal Three Immortals Chain Sword and his left hand Dragon Domination Fist.
The tsunami hit Song Qinghui's back hard.
With no way to retreat, Zhuo Mufeng gave it his all!
With just one breath, Song Qinghui was able to break through the Yinmang Zhenqi. Suddenly feeling the offensive from behind, he was extremely angry. He roared loudly, disregarding the safety of his adoptive father, and slapped his palm backward with all his strength.
The main reason is that if he restrains himself at this time, he might die in the hands of Zhuo Mufeng.
pound!
Internal force ripples spread.
The long sword flew backwards and penetrated the wall of the tower. Zhuo Mufeng looked up to the sky and vomited blood. His body hit the sword and fell to the ground. The entire Bishan Tower shook violently.
Almost at the same time, a scream was suddenly heard, but it was the middle-aged monk who was affected by the internal force, opened his mouth and sprayed blood mist, and then the old monk's internal force rushed into his body, which was equivalent to being attacked from both sides.
Puff puff……
The middle-aged monk's arms, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen each exploded with blood mist several feet away, mixed with pieces of liver. The whole person instantly looked like he was fished out of a river of blood. The blood mist almost hit Zhuo Mu.
On the wind.
Such a horrific injury stunned Zhuo Mufeng. He had been traveling in the world for several years and had never seen anything worse than this.
As the middle-aged monk fell down with his eyes wide open, the old monk suddenly lost all restraints and looked at Song Qinghui who had shattered the silver light energy. With a wave of his hand, a green light penetrated directly into Song Qinghui's back.
The distance between his hand and Miao Qingcheng's neck was only half an inch, but this half-inch distance became a gap that could never be crossed. Song Qinghui's eyes flashed with deep reluctance and misery, and he fell to the ground and died.
call!
Seeing his enemy beheaded, Zhuo Mufeng spit out a breath of blood and used both hands to lift his body up from the ground, but he did not dare to delay because the other three were all poisoned.
The old monk was okay. He held Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei in each hand, channeling internal energy from both sides, looking very anxious.
Men and women are not close to each other, but this old monk hugs Miao Qingcheng so tightly. Isn't he secretly taking advantage?
After a while, it seemed to have no effect. The old monk frowned, but still did not let go of the two of them. Seeing this, Zhuo Mufeng quickly threw a porcelain bottle over.
After taking the porcelain bottle, the old monk hesitated for a moment, but finally poured out the elixir and gave it to Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei respectively. The two woke up quickly.
"father."
Miao Qingcheng left the old monk and shouted to the old monk.
The old monk was obviously relieved. He shouted the Buddha's name and did not forget to stuff an antidote into his mouth.
But this scene shocked Zhuo Mu. What happened? Could it be that his ears misheard that this old monk was Miao Qingcheng's father?
Miao Chongwei also shouted. The old monk nodded and sat cross-legged on the spot to adjust his skills. The remaining pair of siblings stood up and looked around.
Despite the worrying situation the two of them were in, they were actually not injured at all.
"Mufeng!"
The fragrant wind drifted by, and Zhuo Mufeng was thinking about the relationship between the three people. Miao Qingcheng had walked over quickly, squatted beside him, stretched out his hands to help him gently, his movements should be as gentle as possible, and his eyes were extremely complicated.
.
"Why are you here?"
Miao Qingcheng couldn't help but ask. Although she had been poisoned just now, she could still see the scene clearly.
The blood that had been swallowed was forcibly bulged up by Zhuo Mufeng, and he spat it out. His body was half thrown into Miao Qingcheng's arms, and he said in a weak tone: "The foster mother is here, how can the child just sit back and ignore her?"
Miao Qingcheng said with emotion: "Don't you know this is very dangerous? Maybe you will die."
Zhuo Mufeng smiled faintly, and said without thinking about life and death: "A man has no joy in life, and no fear in death. A man who knows his best will die! My foster father has treated me like this, so what's the harm in giving my life back to him?"