Flower Stealing Master Chapter 50: Jinshu No. 1 actual combat master

Although the monks were wearing robes, they couldn't hide the fierceness of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in their hands, Song Qingshu instantly realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade master come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu doesn’t plan to save people now. It is time to save people. Now Wei Xiaobao’s guards are strong enough. Even if he defeats the blood knife monks three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao’s heart. , Only by putting him in a desperate situation can the effect of saving people be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the blood knife gate is far higher than that of the bell sword swordsmen. Wei Xiaobao's imperial guards are quite difficult to deal with, only relying on the advantage of the number of people can they be able to defeat the assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept his back with a knife while speaking. Pass the bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his claim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real antagonist?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is a real battle. Send the first person.

Wei Xiaobao didn’t know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were aching by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu’s men and these guys A monk who looked like Xiaoyue also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. Once he took action, Wei Xiaobao would be dead Xiaobao."

Then smiled on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends the most in his life. I just happened to meet a beautiful young lady today. If you find it pleasing to the eye, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn't help but touch his chin with his hand, nodded and said: "Well, it is indeed a beauty, um, the eyebrows are not opened, she is still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad. , My ancestors like it."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From so far away, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a torrential river. Absolutely..."

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone says that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei is a little hero who dedicates himself to his wealth. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors really want to make good friends with you. , It's a pity, it's a pity."

Listening to his words, Wei Xiaobao was sweating coldly, and he secretly regretted that he hadn’t taken the fat head, Lu Gaoxuan, or the brothers of Tiandihui Qingmutang over, otherwise he would not be so vulnerable. This Zhang Kangnian, on weekdays The inner cowhide was blowing loudly, and there was no fart at the critical moment. If I can escape this time, I will definitely let Xiao Xuanzi drive you all back to your hometown...

While Wei Xiaobao was thinking about it, his men had already been solved by the blood knife monk.

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian led a few remaining guards in front of Wei Xiaobao, and their voices were a little trembling: "We...Wei Jue, the situation is...somewhat bad."

"Well, you big-headed ghost, you can see it personally." Wei Xiaobao cursed speechlessly, "The others are dead, why didn't you two suffer any injuries?"

Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian looked at each other and had to smile awkwardly.

Song Qingshu saw that the time was almost up. With Wei Xiaobao's urinary nature, the ghost knew whether he would suddenly be able to speak with a clever tongue and escape from birth by his own ability. At that time, his wishful thinking might be passing by.

With a light cough, Song Qingshu walked out of the dark, looked at the blood-swordsmen, shook his head and sighed: "The monks are compassionate, and the masters actually committed the killing precepts. It is really sinful."

Wei Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he saw Song Qingshu. His ability to observe words and behavior claims to be second in the world, and no one dares to say first.

Mu Wanqing and even Feng Qingyang thought that the wooden sword on his back was a decoration, but Wei Xiaobao saw the unusual at a glance, "In the appearance of such a handsome thunderbolt, it’s either a stunner or an outsider. An expert, looking at his calm expression, he is obviously not the former."

"This hero carries a wooden sword, and he looks like a master in the hands of a master. These evil monks have no Buddhist mercy at all. They want to kill us and hope that the heroes can save him." Wei Xiaobaoyi With confidence, the attitude immediately came to an 180 degree turn~IndoMTL.com~Huh, quitting killing is a thing of your Central Plains Zen Buddhism, our Tibetan Buddhist family does not have so many rules," the blood knife ancestor hehe smiled Looking at the wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "I said this little brother, can your wooden sword really hurt people? "Although he uses a wooden sword as a weapon, he has never heard of it, but his natural instinct still makes him subconsciously afraid of Song Qingshu.

"Your blood knife can hurt people, but why can't the wooden sword underneath hurt people?" Song Qingshu smiled faintly, but his heart exploded. This kind of pretending taste is really not bad.

The ancestor of the blood knife hesitated for a moment, but still greeted the disciple to attack. As in today's great chaos, many sects in the Western Regions are looking for their masters. Most of them are oriented towards the stronger Mongolia, but it is a scholarship to take refuge in the monarch of Mongolia. Some people have taken refuge in the Ruyang King Cha Khan, who has managed the Western Regions, while others have taken refuge in the more popular Kublai Khan. Mu Zhen loves the Seventh Emperor's Sun, Ali Bu, and he will surely pass the position of the profuse sweat to him in the future, so he leads the blood knife door to join Ali Bu.

Now, Brother Alibu stays in the Mongolian steppe and is at odds with the Manchus. This time they discovered that Kangxi sent his most trusted confidant, Wei Xiaobao, to the Southern Song State to discuss alliance matters.

Brother Ali Bu is worried that after the Manchu and the Song Kingdom formed an alliance, there will be no worries about the future, and his situation will be even more difficult. Knowing this, the blood knife ancestor volunteered and led his disciples to go south and planned to intercept Wei Xiaobao in the Song Dynasty. As a result, not only did the Manchu and Song states not form an alliance, they might even start a war because of Wei Xiaobao’s death. .

Although the intuition tells the eccentric young man in front of the blood knife ancestors, it is not easy, but time is running out. He must fight quickly and kill Wei Xiaobao before the Song Dynasty court can react. So let the disciples take the lead and try Song Qingshu's fiction.