Before the Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord stood firm, the light spirit fairy sword inserted on the wall buzzed again, and quickly turned back and flew towards a black shadow deep in the alley.
The Thousand-Handed Buddha covered the place where blood was constantly oozing out of his shoulders, looking at the black shadow with horror.
The only person who can use this light spirit immortal sword is Song Yuanqing, the head of the Song family in Jinling.
I don’t know where he chased him, but he actually stood in front of him.
There is only one person from the Song family in Jinling who can use the means of this Qingling Immortal Sword. Whoever has a high cultivation level can control the Qingling Immortal Sword. Even the two old guys chasing him behind him cannot activate the Qingling Immortal Sword. In this way, you can know what Song Yuanqing's cultivation level is.
At this moment, the Thousand-Handed Buddha was feeling a little sad. Two old guys were chasing him behind him. Song Yuanqing was blocked from the way ahead. He was injured again at this moment, and he probably couldn't escape.
With the ruthless methods of Song and Yuanqing, it may be difficult to survive.
It’s a pity that the thousand-year-old Tai Sui cannot be handed over to Ge Yu and the others. This is what Thousand-Handed Buddha is most worried about.
A gentleman's promise is more important than life.
At this moment, the Thousand-Handed Buddha knew that he could not escape, so he didn't want to escape anymore. He just stood there with his chest covering his head, looking at the black shadow that was constantly approaching him.
Just so happened that there was a street light not far away. When the black shadow approached, it pulled out a long shadow, which made it even more gloomy.
The owner of the shadow was Song Yuanqing.
"I don't know which friend of the world is. When I visited my Song family in Jinling, I didn't even say hello to someone Song. It would be nice to ask me to treat me." Song Yuanqing, carrying his hands on his back, stood four or five meters away from the Thousand-Handed Buddha, stopped. There was a faint smile on his face, but there was a trace of murderous aura in his eyes.
Not long after, there were also rapid footsteps behind him. The two old men in black and white clothes who had just been chasing him also followed, blocking the Thousand-Handed Buddha's retreat.
The Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord has also seen the world, so he was not panicked, but just smiled and said, "Master Song, I have been looking back for a long time. I have been a little tight recently and have been a little short of my life. I wanted to borrow some money from the Master Song's house, but unfortunately I am a little thin and can't open my mouth, so I went to your house to get some back. When I have enough money, I will give it back to you."
"What a bold thief, he stole everything to our old Song family. I will return the thousand-year-old Tai Sui to us, otherwise it will cost you your life." As he said that, the old man in black clothes raised his sword and was about to step forward.
"Second uncle, don't worry, he can't escape anyway, so it's not too late to fight with him." Song Yuanqing waved his hand.
The old man in black snorted coldly and took a step back.
Immediately afterwards, Song Yuanqing looked at the Thousand-Armed Buddha again and said, "This friend, respect Daming? It's already been so long, let's not cover ourselves with our faces, we'll know sooner or later."
The Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord was wearing a mask on his face. After hearing what he said, he took off the mask on his face without any ambiguity, and laughed: "I will not change my name while sitting or standing, I will not change my surname. The Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord of Jurong has seen the head of the Song family..." The Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord bowed slightly.
"Master Thousand-Handed Buddha... What a great name. I have really heard of you. It is rumored that you are a famous thief in the Yangtze River. As long as you are thinking about something, you have never missed it. I said who can have this ability to sneak into my Song family and find all such a secret place. That thing fell into your Master Thousand-Handed Buddha, and it would not be a loss at all." Song Yuanqing was slightly stunned and said seriously.
"I have been praised by my friends and I have to pay my best time to travel around the world. I really offended this time..." said Thousand-Handed Buddha.
"Master Thousand-Handed Buddha, you really don't have eyes. Legend has it that you have never missed the battle in your life. Now it has fallen into the hands of my Song family. I wonder what I think?" Song Yuanqing laughed.
"I got the thing, so I naturally didn't miss it. If it weren't for the two thieves who suddenly appeared, I would probably not even see my shadow. It's not because of the fact that I was not good at craftsmanship, but because of the luck today." The Thousand-Handed Buddha shook his head helplessly.
While talking, footsteps kept coming from both sides of the alley.
But when they saw the Song family members who had been searching for the Thousand-Handed Buddhas around, they got the news and gathered towards them one after another.
There were more than a dozen people coming from both sides, and they all looked at them with good cultivation.
The Thousand-Handed Buddha's face was calm. It was already very bad now. No matter how bad it is, how bad can it go?
"Haha... Master Thousand-Handed Buddha, I really heard that you, an old thief, have a younger brother. In the world's number one sect, you are a mountain guardian, and have a great cultivation. Unfortunately, you became a traitor and were killed by the swords of the first sect. This younger brother is not a good thing. This brother is also a thief. The family is just a nest of snakes and rats, which is despicable." The old man in the Song family, wearing white clothes, sarcastic.
The Thousand-Handed Buddha, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned gloomy after hearing this. He turned his head and looked at the old man in white in the Song family, and said coldly: "I don't allow you to talk about him!"
"Why, Longchuan's scum betrayed the master's sect, can't someone tell me? Your younger brother is a traitor, a traitor who betrays the master's sect. You are not a good thing. You deserve to die. Today I will kill you!" The old man in white said with mocking.
"I'm fighting with you!" The Thousand-Handed Buddha was furious and took out the big smoke pot hanging around his waist, put it to his mouth and took a sip. The smoke pot suddenly burned red. Then he shook his body and smashed it at the old man in white.
At this moment, the Thousand-Handed Buddha Lord thought that he had become a turtle in a jar and it was impossible to escape, so he would make such a sarcasm and anger him.
As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. The Thousand-Handed Buddha can endure his life and throw it away here, but he cannot tolerate the insulting his younger brother and family in Jinling.
Chapter completed!