This change happened too fast. One second before, they were still there to talk about the past enthusiastically. The next second, they suddenly turned their faces. The old sunflower was so fast that they almost had to press the key point behind the song Qingshu.

Wang Ziteng and Xue Ji are cold in their hearts. It's over. If something happens to song Qingshu and the two families are cleared up by the king of Beijing, they must have no place to die. They want to help each other. But they can't help the great master's sneak attack.

Seeing that his palm was about to be pressed on the back of song Qingshu, sunflower's grandfather was overjoyed, but the next moment his smile stagnated because he found that he had attacked a virtual shadow.

Then a sharp sword came back. He quickly gave full play to his body method. After seven steps, he stopped. Looking at the broken half of the embroidery needle, his face was as gloomy as water: "you knew I was going to attack you?"

Song Qingshu sighed: "I can't be more clear about Laozu's temperament. How can I not be more cautious? What's more, if you really want to join hands with me, you can win Beijing king directly at the beginning to show your sincerity. Why do you have to go to my side. But what I don't understand is that we are old acquaintances. Why would you rather break up with me at risk? "

Sunflower ancestor threw the half cut-off needle aside and straightened his waist. Instead of being obscene and gloomy, he felt dignified, as if he were the emperor of the world. He said: "you should know that I was taking dragon Qi to practice, but I don't know why. The Dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty a few years ago were very strong, As a result, I didn't smoke for long, but I found that the Manqing dragon pulse dissipated quickly

"Later, I went to the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty. There was plenty of dragon Qi there. I thought it was enough for me to break the void. Who knows... Hehe, before long, the Dragon Qi dissipated as before, and the speed was amazing."

"I don't know if it's because I'm smoking that they're going to dissipate, or if they're going to dissipate."

"At the beginning, I thought that I acted against heaven and was punished by heaven, but I didn't see you until last time in Wudang Mountain." Kuihua took a deep look at him. "I found that you also had dragon Qi on your body. This time I saw you, I found that your head was surrounded by dragon Qi, even comparable to the Dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty. I suddenly understood that whether it was the Manchu dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty, their dragon veins dissipated so quickly because their Qi luck came to you, You are destined to be king. "

Song Qingshu was stunned. He thought of the emperor mentioned by nine days Xuannu. He thought that this mysterious and mysterious thing was real: "so you know I can't let you suck your luck, so you take risks?"

Sunflower ancestor ha ha a smile: "yes, before I smoked Manqing or the Southern Song Dynasty, anyway, it can not affect you, you can naturally stand by, but if I want to suck your luck, bad your country, you can never agree, rather than so, it is better to start first, but it's a pity that you are hiding in the past."

"But it doesn't matter. Although refining dragon Qi these years is not enough to break the void, it is enough to make me invincible in the world." Sunflower ancestor's aura is fully open, and the sound of dragon chanting can be heard in the hall. Many people even have the illusion that this person is no longer the rickety eunuch, but the king who should sit on the Dragon chair.

Song Qingshu has a strange expression: "are you so confident that you can be invincible in the world?"

Sunflower looked at him deeply: "little Songzi, I know you have made rapid progress in recent years. You have become a great master when you were young. However, I have stepped into this realm decades ago. Your experience and experience in this field are far more than those of your unstable back. What's more, after refining the dragon spirit of the Manchu and Southern Song Dynasties, In fact, I'm enough to kill the floor sweeping monk. "

Song Qingshu shook his head: "I know the most about the cultivation of the floor sweeping monk. If you didn't get seriously injured first, how could you kill him. In addition, you are invincible in the world. Are you self styled by your mouth? It's better to fight for such a long time. "

"Ah ~"

Old sunflower was very angry and let out a piercing scream. In the hall, all the people of King Beijing and Wang Ziteng stopped fighting and covered their ears desperately.

Many cups and vases on the main hall also had some cracks in the moment, but the figure of sunflower ancestor seemed to be faster than the sound, and there was another embroidery needle between his fingers.

The friction between the embroidery needle and the air seems to produce some sparks, forming a series of roaring golden dragons. The whole hall suddenly produces a kind of terrible pressure. Whether it's the bodyguards with excellent martial arts skills, or the people with firm minds like Xue Ji and Wang Ziteng, or even the king of Beijing who has reached the master's level, their faces have changed greatly, As if to see the most terrible picture in the legend, one after another kneel down on the ground, shivering, unable to raise the strength of resistance.

In the target of the other party's attack, song Qingshu is under thousands of times more pressure than others. In his eyes, the ancestor of sunflower has disappeared, and is replaced by a golden dragon. With the will of the Dragon God, he wants to crush an earthly mole ant.

Song Qingshu bites the tip of his tongue, and the pain finally makes him recover from his absence. Hum, even nine days Xuannv can't help me. What's so terrible about a Dragon God.

An air of pride gushed out of his chest, and then he turned into a huge blue sword and went straight up to the Golden Dragon.

Almost instantaneously, the dragon's dragon head was cut in two, and the terrible pressure in the hall disappeared. A figure flew back like a piece of catkins, bumped into a pillar and fell down slowly.

"What was that just now? It was terrible." Wang Ziteng woke up and found that his clothes had been soaked in cold sweat. Even now, his legs were still soft.

"I don't know." Xue Ji is more unbearable, already paralyzed on the ground, so the terror of song Qingshu can deal with it?

Worried about his family's fate, he hurried to the scene, only to find song Qingshu standing on the scene, while sunflower's grandfather collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Impossible, impossible, how can you break my domain? No one in the world can break my domain." Sunflower ancestor struggling to get up, but several efforts failed in the end, but he had no time to worry about these, but in extreme shock.

He is confident that he is the first master to understand the field, and is only half a step away from breaking the void, so he is confident that the world is invincible. But how can he know that his most proud Assassin's mace field has been broken by the other side in head-on competition.

Song Qingshu is not feeling well at the moment. His clothes are full of holes on his chest, and his blood has dyed his skirt red. It is obvious that he was hurt by the innate vigorous Qi on the other side's needle. He slowly said: "there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. My grandfather, your martial arts can really be regarded as one of the best in the world, but it's not easy to be invincible in the world."

"No... no..." sunflower ancestor's eyes have long lost the essence of the past, and now he is like an old man in his twilight years, "I understand that your breath just now is not the power of the world, not the power of the world, I am not defeated by you..."

Speaking of the back, his voice became lower and lower, and a great master of martial arts passed away with endless regret.

Song Qingshu was silent. If he had not had a negative communication with Jiutian Xuannv before, he would not have won if he had not realized her heavenly spirit. He wanted to fight with sunflower's ancestors who had just opened the field. Even if he had sacrificed sword 23 directly, he would not have won.

Just then, a dark shadow rushed at him. It was Zhao Shicheng, the king of Beijing. When he saw the downfall of sunflower's ancestor, his heart was cold. However, as a hero, he was unwilling to accept his life and seize any chance that might turn the tables.

In his opinion, song Qingshu's terrible move just now, even if it was better than him, was absolutely close to the end of oil. The wound and blood stains on his chest could tell everything.

As long as I seize this opportunity to kill him, I will be able to turn over the Jedi successfully, and without the constraints of the great master sunflower, it will be more convenient for me to act after I ascend the throne in the future.

"Be careful!" Wang Ziteng and others think the same at this time. They think that song Qingshu has won miserably. Most of them are unable to resist a master's sneak attack at the moment. They rush to help, but the old sunflower's pressure is so terrible that they still have some weakness. It's too late to rush there.

Song Qingshu frowned, and he had to admire Beijing Wang. At this time, the choice was really clever, but he didn't move at all. Soon a yellow shadow came from behind and directly blocked him.

"Zhao Shicheng, you killed the king and the prince. Today I'm going to clean up the door!" The person who came here is naturally Huang shannu. She uses her nine Yin claw to fight with him in an instant.

King Beijing ranks first among the envoys who reward the good and punish the evil in Xiake island. Naturally, his martial arts skills are very important. However, Huang shannu is Huang Chang's close disciple. Although she is young, she has already become a master. They have played more than ten moves in an instant, and it is difficult to win or lose in a short time.

Beijing Wang is cold in his heart. He knows that he has lost the last chance to turn the table. He has no idea to fight with her. He finds a chance to break the window. As long as he lives, he still has a chance to make a comeback.

But he just jumped out of the window, a pair of big hands have been pressed on his shoulder, he instantly felt the internal force scattered all over his body, suddenly surprised: "suck star big - method!"

Let me go. Haha, smile: "your skill is pure. It's just used to make up for the cost of killing your men."

"No!" Beijing Wang desperately wants to struggle, but he can't escape because he is ruled by the law. Almost in an instant, his plump cheeks are shriveled, and his hair lacks the luster of the past. It's obvious that his skill is sucked away and becomes useless.

Song Qingshu said in a loud voice: "the king of Beijing has been captured. The rest of the people will surrender and not be killed!"

"Surrender, not kill!"

The soldiers under his command roared one after another. The most loyal subordinates of the king of Beijing had been annihilated by others. When other people saw that the ancestor of sunflower had died and the king of Beijing had been captured, they threw down their weapons and knelt down on the ground.

In this way, the rebellion of King Beijing was calmed down, and Lin'an was restored to its former tranquility. The great achievements of song Qingshu's rebellion were spread in the streets.

Song Qingshu's prestige has reached a new height. Originally, he was free to suggest that he simply ascend the throne and become emperor. Song Qingshu thought about it or refused. Now it's still a short time.

At first, he was a loyal minister who decided the world. If he ascended the throne, his taste would suddenly change. Later, on the advice of Liao Yingzhong, he welcomed the son of King Zhao and Rui, who was only a few years old, as the new emperor.

Many insightful people in the Southern Song Dynasty could guess something vaguely, but for one thing, song Qingshu did have the power to fix the universe, and for another thing, he did not have the slightest misbehavior now, so even the most stubborn Neo Confucianists could not say anything.

Song Qingshu is busy digesting the power vacuum left by the king of Beijing, Jia and Shi these days. He remembers that when he first arrived in Lin'an, the forces on this side were intertwined and made it difficult for him to move forward. Now all these obstacles do not exist, and he can calmly place his confidants in the key positions.

On this day, he was reviewing official documents in the palace of king Qi when Ren Yingying came to him with a complicated look and said, "Huang Rong wants to see you."