Chapter 1729: You can kill but not humiliate

Without waiting for Lord Qianshou to stand firm, the light spirit fairy sword inserted on the wall buzzed again, quickly turned back, and flew towards a dark shadow deep in the alley.
The Thousand Hands Buddha was holding the place where the bleeding was constantly bleeding on his shoulders, and looked at the dark shadow with a look of horror.
The only person who can display this light spirit fairy sword is Song Yuanqing, the Patriarch of the Song Family of Jinling.
I don't know where he chased him, but he actually stood in front of him.
There was only one person from the Jinling Song family in the past who could use this light spirit fairy sword. Whoever has a high cultivation level can control the light spirit fairy sword. Even the two old guys who are chasing after him can’t move it. This light spirit fairy sword, in this way, you can know how Song Yuanqing's cultivation is.
At this moment, Lord Thousand-Handed Buddha was a little bit ashamed. Two old guys were chasing behind him, and Song Yuanqing blocked his way in front of him. He was injured again at this moment, I am afraid that he could not escape.
With Song Yuanqing's harsh methods, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive.
It's a pity that he couldn't hand it over to Ge Yu and the others for the thousand years he was too old. This is what the Buddha Qianshou most worried about.
A gentleman's promise is more important than fate.
At this moment, Lord Thousand-Handed Buddha knew that he couldn't escape, so he didn't want to escape again. He just stood there clutching his chest, looking at the shadow that was constantly approaching him.
It just so happened that there was a street lamp not far away, and when the dark shadow approached, a long shadow was drawn out, which looked a little gloomy.
The owner of that shadow is Song Yuanqing.
"I don't know which friends from the rivers and lakes came to my Jinling Song's house, and they didn't even say hello to someone in Song. It's good to let the old man entertain him." Song Yuanqing stood with his hands on his back, standing away from the Four Thousand Hands Buddha. It stopped five meters away, with a faint smile on his face, but there was a murderous look in his eyes.
Not long afterwards, there were rapid footsteps behind him. The two old men in black and white clothes also followed up after chasing him, blocking the retreat of Buddha Thousand Hands.
Thousand-handed Buddha is also a person who has seen the world. He didn’t panic. He just smiled and said,
Patriarch Song, I’ve been up for a long time. The old man is a bit tight lately and has a cramped life. I wanted to borrow some money from Patriarch Song’s house. It’s a pity that my face is a little thin and I can’t open my mouth, so I personally go to your house to pick up a little bit of it and return it to you when I have more money.

"What a daring thief, he stole everything to our old Song's house, and quickly return the thousand-year-old Tai Sui to us, or it will kill you." Then, the old man in black said. The sword will step forward.
"Second Uncle, don't worry, he can't escape anyway, it won't be too late to fight with him." Song Yuanqing waved.
The old man in black snorted coldly and took a step back.
Immediately afterwards, Song Yuanqing looked at Lord Thousand-Handed Buddha again and said, "This friend, respect the name? It's all this time, let's not cover our faces anymore, we will know sooner or later anyway."
Thousand hands Buddha wears a mask on his face. Hearing what he said, he unambiguously removed the mask from his face, and said with a smile: "The old man sits and doesn't change his name or stands. The Thousand Hands Buddha of Jurong, I have seen Patriarch Song..." The Thousand Hands Buddha gave a slight hand.
"Thousand-handed Buddha... such a big name. I really heard of you. It is rumored that you are a famous Jiangyang thief. As long as you are worried about things, you have never missed it. I said who can have this. The ability to sneak into my Song family and find such a secret place, that thing fell into the hands of your thousand-handed Buddha, and there is no loss at all." Song Yuanqing was slightly taken aback, and said with a serious face.
"Thanks to the compliment, I rely on my friends to enjoy food and drink. This time I am really offended..." Qianshou Buddha laughed.
"Father Thousand Hands, you really don't have long eyes. It is said that you have never missed your hand in your life. Now you have fallen into the hands of my Song family. I don't know what you think?" Song Yuanqing laughed.
"If the old man got the things, naturally they didn't miss it. If it wasn't for the two small thieves who suddenly appeared and disrupted the old man's plan, it is estimated that you can't even see the old man's shadow. It's not because of the old man's craftsmanship. It's really a bit of luck today." Qianshou Buddha shook his head helplessly.
While talking, footsteps came from both sides of the alley.
But seeing the people from the Song family who were searching for the Buddha of Thousand Hands before, they got the news at this moment, and they gathered here one after another.
A total of more than a dozen people came to the front and back, and they looked good at their cultivation bases, all of them staring at them.
The face of Buddha Thousand Hands is not shocked, anyway, it is already very bad now, how bad can it go?
"Hehe... Lord Thousand Hands Buddha, I really heard about it. I heard that you old thief has a younger brother. In the first sect of the world, he is the guardian of the mountain gate. It is a pity that he became a traitor and was number one. The Zongmen hacked to death with swords. This brother is not a good thing. This brother is also a generation of robbers. The family happens to be a nest of snakes and rats, which is disgusting." The old Song family man in white clothes sneered.
The thousand-handed Buddha who was still smiling, his face suddenly became gloomy after hearing these words, turned his head to look at the old man in white clothes from the Song family, and said coldly: "I don't allow you to talk about him!"
"Why, that scum in Longchuan betrayed the sect. Isn’t it possible for people to say? Your brother is a traitor, and a traitor who has betrayed the sect. You are not a good thing. It's your life!" The old man in white said mockingly.
"The old man fights with you!" Thousand-handed Buddha was furious, and took out the big smoking pot hung around his waist, put it on his mouth and took a violent sip. The shape shook, and he slammed at the old man in white.
At this moment, the Thousand-Handed Buddha has become a turtle in the urn, and several people think that it is impossible to escape, so he sneered and angered him.
As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. The Thousand-Handed Buddha can endure his life being lost here, but he cannot tolerate this Jinling Song family insulting his brother and family.
Thousand-handed Buddha slammed this fiercely and used a lot of force. The old man of the Song family narrowed his eyes and did not dare to despise him. With the long sword in his hand, he set the big pipe pot in the air. The old man in black flashed forward, and a sword pierced towards the chest of Lord Thousand Hands Buddha.