Arrows were like rain, covering Song Xuan.
In the girl's exclamation, the expected scene of Song Xuan being shot into a hedgehog did not appear. Those crossbow arrows with terrifying power suddenly froze in mid-air.
A red halo appeared at the arrow, as thin as a cicada's wings, but it firmly blocked the arrow.
"You are so angry!"
Mu Jiansheng's heart was shocked, and he secretly thought that he was indeed a master.
No wonder he had the confidence not to shave his head in a world full of Qing soldiers.
Song Xuan silently estimated the power of the crossbow arrows in front of him, and he had a rough idea in his mind.
Hundreds of crossbow arrows can't do anything to protect one's own body-protecting Qi, but if one were to be hit by thousands of crossbow arrows in an instant while standing still, it would still be a bit reluctant to completely block the body-protecting Qi.
While thinking in his mind, he lightly drew his palm in the air, and a vortex of true energy appeared in his palm. The arrows made a buzzing and trembling sound under the pull of the vortex of true energy.
Bang!
Hundreds of arrows shattered into pieces, and Song Xuan frowned slightly.
His original intention was to use the vortex of true energy to draw all the incoming crossbows back, but as a result, his strength was still lacking, and there was just a little too much true energy, causing the arrows to instantly shatter.
"kill!"
Outside, there were shouts of killing in the rain. It was obvious that after a wave of arrows washed the ground, the Qing soldiers outside the Taoist temple began to charge head-on.
The first person to rush into the Taoist temple was a strong man with a bright head, wearing a yellow mandarin jacket and exuding a rough and savage aura like a savage. He cut the guard in front of Mu Jiansheng into two pieces with one knife.
"I am the imperial guard Su Hetai of the third rank of the Qing Dynasty, who carries a sword in front of me. You and other traitors should be captured as soon as possible!"
This man smiled very happily. He had been chasing the remnants of Prince Mu's Mansion for a long time before he found the traces. Today, it is fitting that Su Hetai has made a great contribution!
Carrying the heads of the young prince and princess of Prince Mu's Mansion back to receive the reward, and being promoted to the second rank imperial guard, it's all right!
While grinning, the long knife in Su Hetai's hand fell again. This time, the target was the girl who had just gotten up from the ground in panic.
Su Hetai is not lewd, but he likes to kill, and he even likes to torture and kill. Young and beautiful women like this are his favorite type to torture and kill!
"ah!"
The girl rolled back in panic, narrowly avoiding the terrifying knife, and landed right in front of Song Xuan.
Outside the Taoist temple, more and more Qing soldiers began to rush towards them. The guards of Prince Mu's Mansion raised their swords to greet them, but Su Hetai ignored the others and slashed at the girl on the ground again with the long sword in his hand.
Only this time, as soon as the ferocious smile on his face rose, his body froze in place, and the knife in his hand stopped in mid-air, unable to move down even an inch.
Click!
The sound of his neck being broken was heard, and Song Xuan's figure came behind him at some point. The next moment, a huge head was held in Song Xuan's hand with a pigtail.
"grown ups!"
Some soldiers of the Qing Dynasty discovered this scene, and several swordsmen forced the enemies in front of them away and rushed towards Song Xuan with their swords.
These people are Su Hetai's trusted servants. If their master dies, if they cannot avenge him, they will inevitably die when they return.
"You want it?"
Song Xuan took Su Hetai's braid and shook it. Not to mention, this ugly hairstyle still has some uses, and it is very silky when shaken.
With a casual throw, Su Hetai's head flew up and instantly hit a Qing soldier, slamming him to the ground.
"boom!"
Before anyone else could react, Su Hetai's head exploded with a bang, and bone residue mixed with blood and water collapsed everywhere.
The few Qing soldiers closest to them were riddled with bullets from their skulls, and lay on the ground completely changed beyond recognition.
"Thank you sir for saving me!"
The girl got up from the ground and looked at Song Xuan with admiration. She had never seen a person with such powerful martial arts in her life.
"what's your name?"
Song Xuan turned his head, glanced at the other party, and asked casually.
"I..." The girl was about to answer, but she hesitated after thinking that her brother had told her not to reveal her true identity during this trip.
But the next moment, seeing more and more Qing soldiers rushing in outside the Taoist temple, she didn't care about anything else and said hurriedly: "Master, my name is Mu Jianping. I hope you can save them. I am willing to be your slave." Repay Young Master for saving your life!"
"Forget it about being a slave!"
Song Xuan chuckled lightly, jumped into the air, and turned into nine afterimages in mid-air. Among the lightning and flint, heads were thrown into the air in the Taoist temple.
Prince Mu and others looked at this scene in confusion. They were fighting desperately with the Qing soldiers in the Taoist temple, but suddenly, the enemy's head flew up on its own.
This sudden scene is really hard to react to.
Song Xuan held the sword in one hand and glanced with satisfaction at the smooth Pure Yang Infinity Sword in his hand.
It kills without staining blood, what a good sword!
"You guys stay in the Taoist temple while I go clean up the garbage!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took one step and Song Xuan's figure disappeared into the rain curtain. The next moment, screams one after another rang out in the night shrouded by rain.
"Brother, should we go out and help?"
Mu Jianping looked at his brother Mu Jiansheng nervously, "There are a lot of soldiers coming outside. Although the young master is very powerful in martial arts, there is only one person. We can't just sit idly by and ignore them!"
Mu Jiansheng was a little hesitant. The night was shrouded and it was raining heavily. God knows how many Qing soldiers were hidden around the Taoist temple, and how many murderous intentions were gathered.
Without the cover of a Taoist temple, if they rushed out rashly, they would be shot into hedgehogs in an instant.
"Master, what do you think?"
Mu Jiansheng turned to look at a man in his fifties. This man's shoulders were much wider than those of others. A martial arts practitioner is in his prime when he is in his fifties.
His master is also well-known in the martial arts world. He is an iron-backed Canglong Liu Dahong, and he is extremely good at practicing Kung Fu.
Liu Dahong pondered for a moment, "Young prince, please wait here while I go out to investigate the situation. If nothing can be done, we can only find a way to break out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the rain with a determined look, but the next moment, his figure appeared in everyone's sight again.
At this time, this tall and strong man was lifted up by the neck from behind by Song Xuan. His whole body was stiff and unable to move. With a look of panic on his face, he was thrown to the ground like a chicken.
It wasn't until he landed that Liu Dahong gasped for air. For just that moment, the shadow of death enveloped his heart, and he couldn't resist at all.
"Master!"
Mu Jiansheng quickly helped Liu Dahong up, his eyes full of confusion.
Song Xuan glanced at Liu Dahong, "I told you to wait here, who asked you to go out?
If I hadn't stopped in time, you wouldn't even be able to save a whole corpse! "
