Martial Boss Chapter 52

“How about it, Miss Song, no, it should be called Miss Zhang, the defeat has been decided, you’d better tie your hands and give up.” Luo Yan smiled lightly and looked at Song Ziqi.

“Tie your hands and give up? I haven’t lost yet. Even if the Houtian realm is strong, it’s still only Houtian, the real battle is just beginning now.”

Song Ziqi’s qi was bursting out, her inner qi was released, her aura was soaring, her softness was no longer there, although she was wearing a veil and dressed as a lady, her heroic aura was self-evident, no less than that of a man.

“A good general’s tiger girl, you really didn’t use your full strength earlier.” Luo Yan praised.

If he had used his full strength at that moment, Luo Yan would not have simply spat blood and walked away. However, with Lu Qifeng, the master who was listening in, Luo Yan would be able to walk away even if he was seriously injured.

“However, I have also come prepared today. Brother Bu ——”

Bu Lengchuan stepped forward, still with an easygoing smile, but the icy coldness and fervor in his eyes could not be concealed in any way. The icy coldness was his will to face the enemy, and the frenzy was his expectation for this next battle.

“Brother Bu’s strength is still better than mine, the two of us joining forces will be more than enough to deal with you.” Luo Yan was full of confidence.

“What nonsense, go.” Bu Lengchuan could hardly restrain the killing thoughts in his heart, and with a loud shout and an excited and frenzied smile, he drew his sword and rushed towards Song Ziqi.

Bu Lengchuan’s long sword in his hand stood upright in front of him, “Chop”, the word was spat out, the sharpness on the sword soared, and the sword qi streaked across the battlefield. The Department Six constables along the way were very calculated to avoid Bu Lengchuan’s frontal approach as soon as he struck. The remaining soldiers of the Zhenshan Army were separated from each other and flesh and blood flew under the silvery white sword qi.

The sword qi that crossed the battlefield finally reached its end and flew to its target, Song Ziqi.

With a soft cry, Song Ziqi’s long, snow-white jade hand clenched into a fist, and her blue true qi spilled out, condensing outside her body into the shape of a roaring tiger.

This time, it was a fist against Bu Lengchuan’s snowy sword qi. The fist and sword qi clashed and dissipated each other.

“It is not polite to come, Lord Bu will also take a punch from the little woman.”

The tiger’s roar was still present as Song Ziqi leapt up, leaping over the soldiers who were fighting in blood in front of her, and attacked Bu Lengchuan. The tiger’s roar had the effect of a sound attack, surrounded by his own men, and the collision of the moves just now had already caused a severe shock in their ears, many of them were already bleeding from their ears, so if they stayed where they were, they would be no less vulnerable, so they might as well take the initiative.

“Good timing!” Bu Lengchuan looked at the dark blue tiger’s head that came across the sky, his face was even more excited, snowy silvery white blade qi enveloped the long blade in his hand, making the blade a few inches bigger out of thin air, and small, thin blade qi lingered around the blade.

“Bone picking.”

This was one of the Blood Hand Divine Constable Leng Mad Tu’s personal style of disintegrating the body, which was most adept at cutting through body protection divine kung fu and the true qi that had condensed outside the body.

The knife and fist once again clashed head-on without any finesse. The fine silvery-white blade qi cut wildly through the dark blue tiger head true qi outside Song Ziqi’s body, emitting a sharp, piercing sound as it overlapped.

“Roar!”

The tiger’s whistle was not emitted until now. The whistle set off waves of sound, blowing the black hat across Bu Lengchuan’s head on the front, his long hair flying straight backwards, and cutting two bloodstains on his face.

Luo Yan also did not expect Song Ziqi’s full strength to be so terrifying, and in just two moves, Bu Lengchuan had fallen behind.

His figure rose up with the wind, floating silently and swiftly behind Song Ziqi, and his “Wind Surprise Palm” was silently printed on Song Ziqi’s back.

The corners of Song Ziqi’s mouth were slightly hooked beneath the veil as she turned sideways and met Luo Yan’s “Wind Surprise Palm” with her left palm. The tiger’s whistle can be used as long as it can deliver enough true qi. The sound of the tiger’s roar is not made with the mouth, as in the case of the Lion’s Roar, but is the sound of true qi vibrating.

“Roar!”

The sound of the tiger’s roar resumed, as if it were yesterday, as Song Ziqi faced Luo Yan again.

This time, however, Song Ziqi’s right fist was still aimed at Bu Lengchuan’s sword, and his left palm was not at full strength. However, unlike last time, Luo Yan did not use his nine revolutions of divine wind to build up his strength and then send out his extreme moves.

This time, the two were evenly matched. Together with Bu Lengchuan, Song Ziqi’s left and right fists and palms were in a stalemate with the two.

“Miss.” Song Fu saw the stalemate and called out in worry.

In terms of realm, the three of them were actually not very different from each other. Song Ziqi relied on the mighty Tiger Whistle to set the mountains and rivers, but she could hold on to them for a short time, but as time went on, her true qi would not be able to keep up with the consumption, and she would definitely lose.

“Miss, old slave is here to save you.”

Song Fu moved closer, trying to break the stalemate of the three of them fighting against each other. Although this would lead to three defeats, it was still better than Song Ziqi’s one-sided defeat.

“Hmph, don’t even think about it.” Seeing this, Luo Yan sneered.

How could he forget about this old slave. Although Song Fu was old and his qi and blood were failing, an Innate was an Innate after all, and was the strongest opponent on the field outside of the three.

In a flash of silhouette, four men in black reappeared, surrounding Song Fu in a combined attack formation, the same four experts from Department Six who had combined to defeat him last time.

In the distance, Qing Yu was also out of the battle, lifting his body and flying nearby, the Bi Shui Sword in his hand trembling gently, like a viper searching for the weakness of its prey.

“Uncle Fu!”

Song Ziqi’s voice appeared flustered for the first time. Song Fu, the loyal old butler, had followed her to a Song family when she was young and had taken good care of her for many years, and was more like her family than Zhen Shanjun, whose impressions were already blurred, and was very affectionate.

“Gao Yuan, don’t do anything yet.” Song Ziqi shouted.

A black shadow rushed into the fray, wearing a sleek black mask on his head and covered in strong black clothing, it was none other than Xiao Gao.

“Another Innate ——,” Luo Yan and Bu Lengchuan thought darkly at the same time.

“It’s not good ——.”

This innate who had appeared halfway was, at first glance, the enemy’s strongest aid, and an unanticipated one at that, and Luo Yan was not prepared to deal with it beforehand. In fact, it was no wonder that Luo Yan did not expect Song Ziqi to have help from the Innate Realm. Last time, Song Ziqi was forced to strike and exposed the Tiger Whistling Defining Mountain River technique, so it was evident that she had no other Innate Realm experts at her disposal, that ever thought that now another Innate Realm suddenly appeared.

“Good!” Song Fu’s spirits were lifted when he saw the sudden appearance of strong support. Ignoring his decrepit body, his qi burst out and attacked one of the black-clad men surrounding him.

However, instead of joining forces with Song Fu to break the siege and tackle the four Department Six experts first, Xiao Gao attacked Qing Yu with his sword.

Seeing this, Qing Yu’s face panicked and he shot out like an arrow, rushing out of the battle and leaping over the eaves of the surrounding houses.

Xiao Gao immediately caught up with him, as Xuan Guang’s one-day deadline was approaching, and if he didn’t catch Qing Yu, he would have to take his own head.

After Song Fu’s outburst, his old body could no longer support him and he was slashed in the back by a man in black behind him as he exhausted himself.

“Uncle Fu.” Song Ziqi called out worriedly.

Luo Yan felt that Song Ziqi’s mind was in turmoil and his internal strength was beginning to fail him, so he immediately ordered, “Kill him.”