Chapter 71

"Naturally, I will escort him to Mongolia with my ancestors and see the seventh prince by the way." Hong Antong said with a smile.

Noticing that xuedaolaozu's expression was moving, trinket was in a hurry and said, "don't believe him, Laozu. I've been married to the old tortoise's wife. The old tortoise has been trying to skin me and cramp me all the time..."

Trinket doesn't dare to say that Hong Antong covets his Forty-two Chapters. It's hard for him to be greedy. In a hurry, he quickly made up a lie to make xuedaolaozu believe that Hong Antong and himself have a deep hatred like the sea, and he would like to cut himself into pieces

The biggest hatred in the world is killing his father, robbing his wife, killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong an Tong and himself, the old blood swordsman is not a fool; So I had to use the hate of taking my wife.

Hong an breathed and trembled: "son of a bitch, you're within three feet of my wife?"

"Old tortoise, you don't look at yourself in the mirror. You are so big and have white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Do you still have the ability to satisfy her? She didn't have anything to eat at home, so of course she went out to look for food. All your subordinates are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid of you! " Trinket's words hit Hong Antong's biggest pain by mistake. He was so angry that his hair and beard were all open and his fingers clucked.

Trinket knew that today he would not let the blood saber master completely believe that they would not live together. I'm afraid all his previous efforts were in vain. Although he was a little scared to see Hong Antong's ferocious appearance, he gritted his teeth and continued to embellish: "I'm not only close to Mrs. Hong's body, but also into her body." As she said this, she shrugged her waist and licked her lips. "Tut tut Tut, Mrs. Hong's delicate body is so white and slippery. She needs so much."

"I'll shoot you little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it any more and hit him with one punch.

Thinking of Mrs. Hong's coquettish and coquettish appearance, trinket became more and more excited. He didn't know how far away Hong Antong was. Looking at Sandy's big fist, trinket was so scared that he couldn't move his feet.

The dream of blood Saber's ancestor to be a marquis and pay homage to a prime minister still depends on trinket. How can he watch him die. Always holding the blood knife to guard against, when the lightning and flint, the light of the knife flashed, Hong Antong had to push back several feet away.

"Bloody sword, this little beast insults me too much. Do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong is waiting for the bloody master.

"Master Hong, why are you so angry? The one who is clear is clear..." the old Blood Sword thought to himself: I've heard about Mrs. Hong's name for a long time. At her age, Hong Antong is inhumane. Is it really that Mrs. Hong is lonely and unbearable... Hey, this boy Wei Xiaobao is a little like the old ancestor's spleen and stomach. I'll go to Shenlong Island another day, Appreciate the amorous feelings of Mrs. Hong.

Noting that xuedaolaozu looked obscene and associating with his reputation of abusing women, Hong Antong was furious: "since you want to stand out for this little beast, don't blame me for being rude."

"Hey hey, master Hong, don't forget that this boy was named by the seventh Lord. You killed him and the seventh Lord knew it. Do you understand the consequences?" Blood knife old ancestor sneers a way.

"Hum, if I kill you together, no one will know?" At this time, Hong Antong was very angry and had already killed him.

"Laozu, I don't have a pretty blood knife." With a dry smile, the ancestor of the blood knife gently shaved his bald head with the blood knife. It was the starting style of the blood knife classic, which was both offensive and defensive.

Hong Antong no longer spoke, and stretched out his palms to attack him like two soft snakes.

"Huagu mianzhang!" The old blood saber was on guard, waving a knife to meet him.

After ten moves, they separated again. The blood saber master moved his numb wrist for a while, knowing that the opponent's internal power and martial arts attainments were higher than him, but he was not afraid at all. "If the battle between life and death is really so simple, then we can decide the victory or defeat directly according to the level of internal power, and fart." Thinking of this, the old blood swordsman's fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

Hong Antong was also very surprised. Last time he fought in Shandong Golden Snake camp, he found that his martial arts were a little inferior to himself. At that time, he thought that if SANGJIE hadn't stopped him, he would not have been his opponent. It's not easy for the opponent to fight so many moves this time!

After all, Hong an Tong is a great master. His anger has gradually calmed down. Moreover, he can teach Trinket in accordance with his aptitude. He has designed "three heroic moves" for trinket. His martial arts level has already surpassed that of ordinary experts.

When he got used to the bloody sword, he gradually began to gain the advantage. After dozens of moves, he was confident that he could take the other party's life, but he was worried that he would have to pay a high price, so he spent all the time.

"No, I didn't expect that the old devil was so powerful. I'm afraid I'll lose my life here if I fight any more." The ancestor of the bloody sword knew that he had suffered, so he began to go.

"Well! If I can't get this boy, you can't catch him. " With a cold drink, xuedaolaozu jumps out of the battle circle and cleaves to trinket.

Hong Antong would like to strip Trinket of his skin and cramp, not to take him back to the Dragon Island and let the colorful dragon slowly torture him to death. How can he get rid of his hatred and make him die so cheaply.

He quickly attacked Xuedao Laozu's waistcoat and calculated to encircle Wei and save Zhao. However, his decades of fighting experience made him realize that he was cheating, so he secretly left some strength to guard against Xuedao Laozu's sudden counterattack.

He was sure that Hong Antong would not watch himself kill trinket. He also knew that the other side would be on guard against him. So when he saw that he left his strength, the blade turned and cut the stones on the ground. With the help of the anti shock force, he accelerated to flee to the distance.

Hong Antong didn't know that he was trying his best to escape. He had no choice but to watch xuedaolaozu's figure disappear in the wilderness. He frowned and thought that he had run away and offended the seven kings of Mongolia. I'm afraid it will be a bit tricky in the future.

But thinking of another hateful man, Hong turned around and looked at Trinket with a smile: "white dragon envoy, you are very well. What do you think I will do with you?"

"Master Wen chengwude of Hongjiao, immortal and blessed forever, longevity and Tianqi... You have a lot of them, please treat me as a fart and let it go." Trinket didn't expect the old blood knife to be so useless. When he saw Hong an coming to him, he trembled and couldn't help retreating.

"Whoosh!" There was a sharp sound of breaking the air. After listening to it, Hong Antong quickly turned to his original place and dodged the attack. Before he could breathe, his face suddenly changed, his feet jerked and he jumped several feet away.

Taking back the wooden sword, song Qingshu said with a smile: "master Hong has a good memory. He will remember my wooden sword again so soon."

"Oh, my brother, too!" When Trinket saw song Qingshu appear, he wanted to cry. He ran behind him, thinking that he had saved his life.

"Aren't you tied up in the camp?" Hong Antong's face is uncertain. Just now he had a fight with blood saber. He consumed a lot of real Qi. The boy's martial arts is so profound that he is really hard to deal with.

"You are treacherous and seriously injured yuan Chengzhi. In a rage, he let me go after you." Song Qingshu said casually, thinking that it would be better to build more enemies for yuan Chengzhi. It was very cheap for him not to kill him just now.

"Before you hit me hard, I'm afraid the recovery will be limited in just one or two days." Hong Antong is very confident in his fists. Even if Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, who is half human and half immortal, is hit with his full strength, he will have to die. I'm afraid that his opponent's appearance of being calm and calm is likely to be pretended.

"Master Hong can have a try." Song Qingshu didn't care. He reached out and made a gesture.

With a squint in his eyes and a stab in his toe, Hong an Tong shot a stone at Trinket like a sharp arrow. Without hesitation, he flashed and attacked song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was surprised. He secretly admired the opponent's experience in all kinds of battles. He held out his wooden sword and swung a big circle, which easily changed the direction of the pebble and made it reflect back to Hong Antong at double speed.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other side still had this skill. Stealing chicken can't erode rice. Now it's too late to avoid it.

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

Song Qingshu's two palms were pushed forward, and the 18 palms of dragon subduing were used to shock the snake to death.

"Elder brother song, the old tortoise has escaped. Why don't you chase him?" Trinket looked anxiously into the distance. He scolded Hong Antong so hard today. Hong Antong didn't die a day. He couldn't sleep and eat well.

"Hong Antong has excellent martial arts. It's not so easy for him to die." Song Qingshu shakes his head, but he thinks that he is not devoted to the Qing government. When Hong Antong dies, the Dragon cult will surely fall apart. Isn't it a free bargain for Kangxi? Song Qingshu never did this kind of thing that he tried his best to marry others.

Apart from Hong Antong, song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi sword he had just played. Song Qing Shu Shu is the chief disciple of Wudang sect. He has seen your uncles practicing Taijiquan sword more or less before. Just now, he had a flash of inspiration in his mind and inadvertently used a little bit of Taijiquan sword. It's a pity that the former Secretary of Song Qing was too few, so now he can only see a small part of Taijiquan sword.

"Brother song, it's really thanks to you that I can escape this time. After returning to the capital, I'll 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 Wei Xiaobao had been hypocritical to song Qingshu before, now he is grateful to song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope the famous prostitutes in Beijing are as beautiful as youyou girl."

"Of course!"

……

They had a good talk and went all the way north.

"The big wheel Ming king?" After they got in touch with the duolong army, they saw the first big eared monk and exclaimed.