Seeing that Tuobayu was seriously injured and retreating, Du Fuwei did not make things difficult for him anymore. Instead, he secretly focused his attention on Song Xing. The attack just now was not only to give Tuobayu a blow, but also to intimidate Song Xing. .
"Okay, no one else is stopping you. Now there's no reason not to go back with dad, right?"
Du Fuwei looked at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling dotingly. For a moment, Kou Zhong even had the illusion that Du Fuwei regarded the two as his sons.
Kou Zhong shook his head to get this strange feeling out of his mind, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, Dad, Xiaoling and I are now disciples of Laojun Guan, and we will not go back with you."
Xu Ziling also nodded. Although Du Fuwei had never shown any malice, they still dared not completely believe Du Fuwei.
In contrast, Song Xing, who they had known for only two days, gave them a more reliable feeling.
The news that Shuanglong obtained the Secret of Immortality was spread throughout the world by Yu Wenhuaji. Now the rivers and lakes are full of people looking for him and the two to seize the Secret of Immortality.
Now that even the disciples of the three great masters have appeared, Kou and Zhong themselves don't know how long they can persist in this situation.
After all, the temptation of immortality and shattered void is too great. As a martial artist, there are a few people who can resist this temptation.
Song Xing seemed to have an extremely good understanding of the Secret of Immortality from the beginning. He himself admitted that accepting the two as his disciples was just to take advantage of the layout of the Secret of Immortality in their hands, which made Kou Zhong tend to trust Song Xing more.
"Laojun Guan." Du Fuwei was silent. The Demon Sect's forces were all over the world. Although he was not afraid, he was unwilling to provoke them easily.
However, Laojun Guan has always been weak in the Demon Sect, but Du Fuwei doesn't take it seriously: "If it is the Yingui Sect or Shi Zhixuan who comes, dad may be a little bit afraid, but Laojun Guan, what do you think?" Can you ask me to stay away?"
Du Fuwei is telling the truth. Although the strength of the 100,000 Jianghuai troops in his hands is not uniform, they are better because of their large numbers. The average Jianghu sect is really unwilling to provoke such a warlord, not to mention Du Fuwei himself has top-notch martial arts. , ordinary warriors are simply no match for him.
"Boy, I want to take away my two sons. Do you dare to have any objection?"
Sensing that Song Xing was quite capable, Du Fuwei deliberately said angrily to Song Xing, testing his bottom line.
Song Xing shook his head, looked at the ruined cakes, and said with some pity: "With the land of Jiangdong and Huainan, connecting Yuling to the south and the sea to the east, one hundred thousand Jianghuai troops are enough to make you the strongest warlord in the world. There may not be no chance of conquering the world in the future, but it is a pity that you have no ambitions, and you only have the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, but you have no destiny to become a king."
"For the sake of Kou and Zhong, you actually dared to lead more than a hundred cavalry deep into the enemy's territory. Should I say you are brave or stupid?"
The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. Heroes in the past who were lucky enough to achieve great things were often assassinated by the enemy at the last moment due to their negligence of their own safety. As a result, there were many people who failed in their success.
Du Fuwei obviously belongs to this kind of person, a person who has no ambition and is blindly confident in his own strength.
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, rebellions broke out all over the world, and the court's control over the local areas became increasingly weak. Three major local rebel armies emerged, namely the Wagang Army in Henan, Dou Jiande in Hebei, and Du Fuwei who controlled the Jianghuai River.
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In the future history, the Wagang Army was ultimately defeated due to internal strife between Li Mi and Zhai Rang. Hebei Dou Jiande was a talented man with a great strategy, but unfortunately he was defeated by Li Tang in the end.
Only Du Fuwei, who is now the most powerful, did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he cowered in one place. After the death of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, he miraculously proclaimed himself a vassal to the King of Sui and Yue, Yang Tong. Later, he directly surrendered to Li Tang and died inexplicably. Chang'an can be said to have been played badly with a good hand of cards.
Du Fuwei listened to Song Xing's contemptuous tone. Although he didn't know his identity, he still felt angry in his heart. He sneered: "How stupid? I haven't heard anyone dare to talk to me like this in many years. I want to take Kou Zhonger away." Man, Laojun Guan, do you dare to stop me?"
Song Xing stood up and said, "Why don't you dare!"
The moment Song Xing straightened up, a thrilling aura awakened from his body. Everyone in the teahouse suddenly felt as if dark clouds were passing over them, and their hearts sank, as if they were being targeted by some peerless beast.
This feeling was the strongest for Du Fuwei, who was facing Song Xing directly. The moment Song Xing stood up, his hair stood on end, and decades of experience in fighting in battles sent a crazy warning in his body.
No longer caring about Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, Du Fuwei reacted very quickly. He straightened his back and stepped forward to punch, crossing a distance of several meters in one step, and came to Song Xing.
The long sleeves were waved like war flags, and two golden rings flew out of the sleeves, flying toward Song Xing's neck with a tragic aura.
As the air flow surged, the two golden rings changed in the air, transforming into dozens of golden rings of the same size. Under Du Fuwei's control, they flew like golden butterflies and crashed into the major vital points of Song Xing's body. .
The power of Du Fuwei's attack was completely different from his previous attack on Tuobayu. Wherever the golden ring passed, the ground shattered with so much force that all the remaining tables and chairs in the teahouse were impacted by this force. Kou Zhong and Rong Jiaojiao, who were crushed and oppressed by the terrifying momentum, felt their breaths stagnate and began to retreat uncontrollably.
Facing Du Fuwei's offensive, Song Xing's expression was cold. He raised his eyes and saw Du Fuwei's calm and intimidating face reflected in his dark eyes.
Ignoring the golden ring that almost surrounded him, he took a gentle step. It was just one step. The ground of the entire teahouse jumped up with violent vibrations.
While stepping forward, Song Xing gently pushed forward with a palm, his palm shining with crystal light, as if a huge mountain was being pushed up in front of him, rumbling down towards Du Fuwei.
With just a light palm, the air in front of Song Xing instantly turned into a huge mountain. In Du Fuwei's eyes, he could even see ripples filling the air. All the golden rings seemed to hit the real rock wall, one after another. It broke and sank.
Before Du Fuwei could change his move, a terrifying wave of air broke through the air. Song Xing struck out with a palm, and the energy and blood all over his body surged out. The sound of his muscles and bones sounded like a dragon roaring in the sky, a tiger leaping over a mountain stream, and almost reaching the top.
Du Fuwei suddenly felt a fatal crisis approaching, his heart twitched violently, and the momentum in the air turned into a giant hand, violently grabbing his heart, making his soul tremble in hell.
Facing Song Xing's palm that could destroy everything, all Du Fuwei could do was retreat!
The body smashed through the door wall of the tea shop and retreated out of the house like lightning. The speed was so fast that only the golden threads drawn from the golden ancient crown on the head could be seen clearly.
However, it was no use!
Song Xing's palms not only did not distance him, but instead got closer and closer to him.
Du Fuwei's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and with a roar, the golden rings merged into one again, and the true energy from his whole body poured in, carrying unparalleled momentum, and smashed into Song Xing's chest. He had given up resistance and wanted to die with Song Xing.
Facing Song Xing's light palm, Du Fuwei's attack was like a mantis' arm blocking a car. At the moment of contact, everything was easily shattered, and the golden ring on which he was famous was shattered inch by inch.
Du Fuwei's eyes widened with anger, and he couldn't believe that he who had been running rampant in the world for decades would fall into the hands of a boy who was less than twenty years old today.
Obviously one moment he was suppressing Wu Zun's disciples with majesty, and the next moment he was fighting Song Xing, entering a life-or-death moment.
Seeing that Du Fuwei was about to die in Song Xing's hands, when everyone's eyes were focused on Song Xing's hand, a figure flashed out from the corner that no one had noticed, suddenly grabbed Kou Zhong, and then rushed towards him like lightning. Run away.
Kou Zhong himself was quite skilled in martial arts, but in the hands of others, he had no resistance at all. He was unprepared and restrained under the sneak attack.
At the same time, a woman in white clothes appeared on the roof of the tea shop. She tapped her toes and crossed a space of tens of feet. She came behind Song Xing and stabbed straight with an ancient sword in her hand. Song Xing’s back intention!
