Chapter 71: The Dragon Sect Leader with Seven Apertures and Smoke

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"Naturally, together with the ancestors, he will be taken to Mongolia to meet the Seventh Prince." Hong Antong said with a slight smile.

Noticing the excited look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao became anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, please don't believe his words, I have sex with this old turtle's wife, this old turtle has been trying to skin me and cramp... …”

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong coveted the 42-chapter scriptures on him, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In a hurry, he quickly made up a lie, so that the ancestor of the blood knife believed that Hong Antong had a deep hatred with himself, and could not wait to slash himself with thousands of knives...

The biggest hatred in the world is the hatred of killing his father, the hatred of stealing his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and himself, the ancestor of the blood knife is not a fool; so he had to use the hatred of stealing his wife.

Hong An was trembling with breath: "Damn, you can get within three feet of my wife just because you are a scoundrel?"

"Old tortoise, you don't even look in the mirror yourself, you have such a big head of white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife, can you still satisfy her? She didn't eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to find food, all of your subordinates are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's words accidentally hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that his beard and hair were split, and his fingers clucked.

Wei Xiaobao knew that today, the ancestor of the blood knife was not allowed to completely believe that the two were inseparable. I am afraid that all the previous efforts would be in vain. Although seeing Hong Antong's ferocious appearance was a little terrifying, he gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "Not only did I get close to Hong Antong. Madam Hong's body can still enter her body." As he spoke, he shrugged his waist slyly, and licked his lips with his tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, and her needs are so great. Ah~"

"I killed you, you little bastard!" Hong Antong couldn't bear it any longer, and punched him.

Thinking of Mrs. Hong's coquettish and coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao scolded more and more vigorously, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters? Hong Antong turned around and approached. I can't move my feet at all.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Fenghou and the chancellor is still relying on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light flashed.

"Ancestor Blood Knife, this little beast insults me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited fiercely for Patriarch Blood Knife.

"Why should the leader Hong be so angry, the clearer is self-cleaning..." The ancestor of the blood knife pondered in his heart: I had already heard about Mrs. Hong's famous name. At this age, Hong Antong is inhumane, could it be Mrs. Hong? The loneliness is unbearable... Hehe, this kid Wei Xiaobao has a spleen and stomach similar to that of the ancestors. I will also go to Shenlong Island to be a guest on another day to experience and experience Mrs. Hong's style.

Noticing the wretched expression of the ancestor of the blood knife, and thinking of his reputation for humiliating women, Hong Antong was furious: "Since Your Excellency wants to stand up for this little beast, don't blame the old man for being rude."

"Hey, Cult Master Hong, don't forget, this kid was requested by the Seventh Lord. You killed him and the Seventh Lord knew it, but understand the consequences?" Blood Sword Patriarch sneered.

"Hmph, the old man killed you together, no one will know about it?" Hong Antong was extremely angry at this time, and he had already moved to kill.

"My ancestor, my blood knife is not good-looking." The blood knife ancestor smiled dryly, and took the blood knife to gently scrape his bald head.

Hong Antong stopped speaking, and stretched out his palms like two soft snakes to attack him left and right.

"Bone-turning cotton palm!" The ancestor of the blood knife was secretly vigilant and waved his knife to meet him.

After more than ten strokes, the two separated again. The blood knife ancestor moved his numb wrist, knowing that the opponent's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than him, but he was not at all timid, "If the battle between life and death is really so simple, then everyone will directly decide the victory based on the level of internal strength. It's okay, I'm still doing a fart." Thinking of this, the blood knife ancestor's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

Hong Antong was also very surprised. The last time he fought in the Shandong Golden Snake Camp, he tried out that his martial arts were slightly inferior to him. At that time, he thought that if Sanjie stopped him, he would definitely not be his opponent if he continued to fight. This time with so many tricks, the opponent is really not easy!

After all, Hong Antong is a master of the faction. His previous anger has gradually calmed down, and he can teach Wei Xiaobao according to his aptitude in a single thought, and design tailor-made "three heroic moves" for Wei Xiaobao. The realm of martial arts has already surpassed that of ordinary masters.

When he got used to the chaotic fighting style of the blood sword ancestor, he slowly began to gain the upper hand. After dozens of moves, he was confident that he could take the opponent's life, but he was worried about the high price to pay, so he kept consuming it.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful. If I fight again, I'm afraid I will end up here." The ancestor of the blood knife knew that he was suffering, so he had the intention to go.

"Humph! If I can't get this kid, don't even think about catching him." The blood knife ancestor snorted coldly, jumped out of the battle circle and slashed at Wei Xiaobao.

Hong Antong can't wait to peel Wei Xiaobao and get cramps. If he doesn't take it back to Shenlong Island and let Wucai Shenlong slowly torture him to death, how can he relieve his hatred, and how can he die so cheaply.

He hurriedly attacked the vest of the ancestor of the blood knife, under the abacus of besieging Wei and saving Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him aware of the deceit, so he secretly reserved a bit of strength to guard against the sudden counterattack of the ancestor of the blood knife.

Who knew that the blood knife ancestor was waiting for his strength, he figured that Hong Antong would not watch him chop Wei Xiaobao to death, and he knew that the other party would definitely guard him, so after seeing his strength, the blade turned and chopped the rocks on the ground. anti-vibration

The power accelerated and fled far away.

How could Hong Antong know that the other party was trying to escape with all his strength. He could only helplessly watch the figure of the ancestor of the blood knife disappear into the wilderness, frowning, thinking that he would run away and offend the Seventh Prince of Mongolia, which might be a bit tricky in the future.

But thinking of another hateful person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao with a smile: "Bai Longshi, you are very good, what do you think I will do with you?"

"Sect Master Hong Wencheng has martial virtues, immortal blessings are forever enjoyed, and longevity is equal to Tianqi... You have a lot of people, so treat me as a fart and let it go." Wei Xiaobao didn't expect the blood knife ancestor to be so useless. He was forced to come over, trembling with fear, and couldn't stop backing away.

"Whoosh!" There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and Hong An listened to the eight points, and hurriedly tossed in place, dodging the attacking object, and before he had time to breathe, his face suddenly changed, his feet moved quickly, and he jumped to the ground. outside the husband.

Retracting the wooden sword that was shot out, Song Qingshu said with a long laugh, "Sect Master Hong has a good memory. He remembered so quickly that my wooden sword will go away and return."

"Oh my brother!" When Wei Xiaobao saw Song Qingshu appearing, he wanted to cry, so he hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that his little life was finally saved.

"Aren't you tied up in the camp?" Hong Antong's face was gloomy and uncertain. Just now, he fought with the blood knife ancestor, and his true qi was consumed a lot.

"You betrayed your trust and seriously injured Yuan Chengzhi. He let me go after you in a fit of anger." Song Qingshu said casually, thinking that it would be better to create more enemies for Yuan Chengzhi. It was already very cheap for him not to kill him just now. .

"Your Excellency hit the old man with a heavy punch and Sang made a big handprint. In just a day or two, I'm afraid the recovery will be limited." Hong Antong is very confident in his fist, even if the half-human and half-immortal Wudang Zhang Sanfeng hit him with all his strength With one punch, you have to go half-life if you don't die. The opponent's light-hearted appearance is probably fake.

"Sect Master Hong can come and try it." Song Qingshu didn't care, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Hong Antong narrowed his eyes, stabbed his toes, and a stone shot at Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow.

Song Qingshu was startled, and secretly admired that the other party was really experienced in hundreds of battles, and he could grasp the fighter so well. He stretched out his wooden sword to pick it up, used the Tai Chi sword intent, swung a big circle, and easily changed the direction of the small stone, letting him It was reflected back to Hong Antong, who was flying over, at double the speed.

How could Hong Antong know that the other party still has this hand, stealing chickens will not lose money, and it is too late to hide now.

With a puff, he was hit by a small stone on his left chest. Hong Antong quickly flew back, raised his hand and threw a poisonous snake, and took the opportunity to escape into the distance.

Song Qingshu pushed forward with both palms, and used the 'Shocking Baili' of eighteen palms to subdue the dragon, killing the poisonous snake in mid-air.

"Brother Song, the old tortoise escaped, why don't you chase him?" Wei Xiaobao looked into the distance anxiously. He scolded Hong Antong so hard today that Hong Antong would not die in a day. He really had trouble sleeping and eating.

"Hong Antong's martial arts are so powerful, how can it be so easy to want his life." Song Qingshu shook his head, but he was thinking: I didn't wholeheartedly join the Qing court. If Hong Antong died, the Shenlong Sect would definitely fall apart. Wouldn't it be a waste to Kangxi? Song Qingshu would never do this kind of painstaking work to marry someone else.

Aside from the Hong Antong incident, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi sword intent he had just played. Song Qingshuben is the chief disciple of the Wudang School, and he has seen his uncles practice Taijiquan swords more or less before. Just now, he had a flash in his mind and unintentionally used a little bit of the Taiji sword. It's a pity that Song There are too few Qingshu, so now he can only see the scale and half of the claws of Taiji sword.

"Brother Song, it's really thanks to you that I can escape with my life this time. After returning to the capital, I will invite you to drink flower wine for three days and three nights, and invite all the most popular girls in the capital to accompany you..." If you say Before Wei Xiaobao was hypocritical to Song Qingshu, now he is grateful to Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope the famous prostitutes in the capital are as beautiful as the Youyou girl."

"of course!"

...

The two chatted happily and hurried all the way north.

"King Dalun Ming?" After the two contacted the Duolong army, they could not help but exclaimed when they saw the first big-eared monk.

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