In Ding Chunqiu's view, Song Xuan was just a young master, and he only gained the reputation of the God of Killing because of the support of the Xuan Yi Guards behind him.
Let's subdue this kid first. When the magistrate comes back, the magistrate will decide whether he lives or dies.
I heard that Xuan Yiwei has been suppressed by the emperor in recent years and has been unable to leave the imperial capital. He has long lost his original power. It is estimated that this Song boy will only die if he falls into the hands of the prefect!
A little guy who dares to challenge the majesty of my old immortal Xingxiu really doesn’t know how to live or die!
However, the pride on his face just appeared, and then stopped abruptly.
But when Song Xuan walked out of the emerald-green poisonous tornado mist, he opened his mouth to inhale, and the clouds and mist all over the sky were swallowed up by the whale. The scene of howling wind and mist all over the sky suddenly disappeared.
"That's all?"
Song Xuan suddenly lost interest, and in the next moment, his figure disappeared directly from the spot.
Ding Chunqiu's pupils suddenly shrank, his heart was full of horror, and he had an incredible expression on his face.
He is proficient in Huigong Dafa, Xiao Wuxiang Kung, Rotting Corpse Kung Fu and other unique skills. I dare not say that he is invincible at the Grandmaster level, but he is definitely among the top ones. Even if he fights against Grandmaster level experts, he has always dominated the others. beat.
Like today, it is the first time that my power transformation method can't do anything to the opponent.
In panic, he instinctively retreated quickly, and in an instant he was a hundred feet away. But before he could continue to use his movements, he was shocked to find that Song Xuan's young figure was clinging to him like a ghost. And a palm was already pressed on his head.
A force that he couldn't understand surged into his body like a flood, completely destroying his meridians and sealing off his entire cultivation.
"Crack!"
The extremely harsh sound of bone tearing sounded in the sky above the street. In the dull, panicked and frightened eyes of hundreds of Xingxiu disciples, they worshiped and feared the old immortal Xingxiu, whose neck was violently twisted and his head was taken off.
Song Xuan stood in mid-air, holding Ding Chunqiu's bloody head in his hand, feeling inexplicably happy.
Since the last time he took off Ouyang Feng's head, he has become more and more addicted to picking heads with one hand, especially those of masters.
That feeling, compared to piercing someone's head with a sword, was more violent and made his blood boil.
Below, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were frozen in place, not daring to move.
The sound of blowing and strumming stopped, and for a moment, it seemed that the entire city fell silent. No one dared to take a breath, and even the howling force of the autumn wind seemed to be a little weaker.
"What are you doing standing still?"
Song Xuan’s voice was cold, “Your Xingxu Immortal has just ascended to heaven, this is a great joy!
Then play music, then dance! "
The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect looked at each other with fear and anxiety in their eyes. Some of them trembled and tried to start playing music.
The non-mainstream girl with pigtails and colorfully dyed hair was the first to react, puffing up her cheeks and blowing suddenly.
In an instant, the high-pitched suona sound that made people feel like their souls were climaxing suddenly sounded.
As soon as the suona sounded, the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Soon, the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of bells and drums, and the sound of erhu sounded one after another, and cheerful tunes were played one after another, as if they were really celebrating the old immortal's ascension to heaven.
Song Xuan nodded with satisfaction, spread his consciousness, and glanced at Ding Chunqiu's headless body.
Then he raised his hand and three treasures floated in front of him.
These three treasures are the three treasures of Xingxiu, namely Sanxiao Xiaoyao Powder, Divine Wood King Cauldron, and Rousi Rope. They are all good, but for Song Xuan, these things are either poisons or items for practicing poison functions, and they are basically useless to him. usefulness.
Sure enough, without Song Qian, the European Emperor, there was no hope of revealing her skills or anything like that.
Song Xuan sighed slightly, they were obviously brothers and sisters, but the difference in treatment was too big. Ding Chunqiu was a martial arts expert, so even if he couldn't use the small Wuxiang Kung Fu, it would be fine to give him the Hua Gong Dafa.
It seems that when I go out in the future, I still have to take Er Ni with me.
After putting away a few things, Song Xuan flew down and threw Ding Chunqiu's head at Wang Baihu's feet, "Seal it up and hang it outside the gate of the Yamen!
In the future, if anyone dares to challenge my Xuan Yiwei without long eyes, just ask them if their head is tougher than Ding Chunqiu's! "
Wang Baihu and the others seemed to have not recovered from the scene just now, staring blankly at their heads on the ground.
This is Ding Chunqiu!
The ancestor of Xingxiu Sect, he travels all over the world with his martial art. Wherever he goes, he is a terrifying existence that is feared and hated but cannot be killed.
result,
Master Song had his head removed after just one disagreement?
At this moment, Wang Baihu only belatedly whispered: "Sir, are you the Grand Master?"
Song Xuan glanced at him, "You know too much!"
Wang Baihu immediately stopped speaking and shrank his head, fearing that he would be the one whose head was removed next moment.
After all, the phrase 'you know too much' is usually followed by a story of murder and silence.
"grown ups......"
Next to Wang Baihu, a Baihu lowered his voice and said, "If you don't intend to kill Sima Wei, can you recruit him?"
Song Xuan's eyes fell on him, "Tell me the reason!"
The hundred households hurriedly said: "Although the Qingcheng Sect lacks a great master, it has a deep foundation and has been the largest sect in Sichuan and Chongqing for hundreds of years.
For hundreds of years, Qingcheng Sect disciples have gone down to the mountains to gain experience, either serving in government offices in various places, or serving as bodyguard commanders in wealthy families, forming a huge network of influence.
If your Excellency can subdue the Qingcheng Sect and become the peripheral force of my Xuanyi Guard, in the future in the Sichuan-Chongqing area, whether it is inquiring about information or arresting criminals, it will be much easier for my Xuanyi Guard to handle official duties. "
A few dozen feet away, Sima Wei was holding his disciple's body, neither leaving nor staying. He glanced at the hundred households speechlessly.
You also lowered your voice and said secretly, hiding your ears and stealing the bell, right?
Pindao is also a master of martial arts after all. Even if you lower your voice, it is very clear to my ears.
In front of Pindao, he said that he would accept me as his younger brother. Is this appropriate?
Can't we change the situation?
Song Xuan smiled slightly and patted the hundred households on the shoulder, "Very good, you are a brainy person."
As he said that, he turned to look at Sima Wei, "Did you hear what my subordinate said?"
Sima Wei sneered, "Ding Chunqiu, whose strength is still higher than his own, will be killed if you say so. Pindao is just a master of Yihua. Do you dare to say that you didn't hear it?"
"Now that you have heard this, what are your plans, Head Sima?"
Sima Wei hesitated.
Although the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect would go down the mountain to practice every once in a while and were involved with various forces in the world, they had never really made it clear which force they wanted to be affiliated with.
At this moment, one of his decisions was related to the fate of thousands of disciples of the entire sect. If he failed to make one mistake, the Qingcheng sect might disappear into thin air. He had no choice but to be careless.
