Ouyang Feng wanted to speak but stopped, which aroused the interest of everyone in the hall. Not to mention the Jin Kingdom and his group, even the Quanzhen Sect was very curious about the identity of the person who came. Unfortunately, he stopped talking halfway, which made the crowd angry and anxious.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: Brother Feng, you don’t have to say that I probably know who he is. Don’t worry, it’s still unclear who wins and who loses in this battle.
If you can severely damage Ouyang Feng with one move, even Zhang Sanfeng may not be able to do it. The only possibility is that the opponent's martial arts just happen to restrain Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng's toad skill is very magical, but his only disadvantage is that he has too long momentum, so he is restrained by Yiyang Finger to a certain extent. This is why the Nanhuo Kexijin circulated in the martial arts world. However, Master Yideng's cultivation is only between Ouyang Finger and Ouyang Feng. Even if his martial arts are incompatible, it is impossible to hurt Ouyang Feng in one move. As for other Yiyang Finger masters in Dali, the highest cultivation is all in Tianlong Temple. When Song Qingshu wanted to steal the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" Sword Sutra, he fought with the monks in Tianlong Temple. He knew the cultivation of those people very well, and no one had the ability to hurt Ouyang Feng.
He knows the martial arts of the Yang fingers and is far above Ouyang Feng. After counting around the world, there is only one person, that is, the King of the Divine Power, Chongyang, among the five masters.
Although there are rumors in the world that he has long been dead, the world of 14 golden books can be integrated together, and Song Qingshu will not be surprised if anything happens.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ouyang Feng was stunned and nodded: Yes, my brother may not lose to him now.
The old man in white robe suddenly became interested and laughed: I thought you would only be arrogant at such a young age, but since Mr. Ouyang said that, I believe your martial arts must be extraordinary, and I want to see it.Let’s do this. If you are a junior in the martial arts world, I will give you three moves first.
Qiu Chuji hurriedly reminded: Senior, be careful, this person's martial arts skills are really something we have never seen in our lives. His skill of controlling swords in the air is really unpredictable!
Before, Song Qingshu controlled more than a dozen swords and came and went smoothly among hundreds of Taoist priests, and the impression they left was really shocking.
The old man in white robe didn't care, so he put his hands behind him and said proudly: I really want to see it.
Song Qingshu was not happy because he could make a move first, but instead complained deeply that he had read so many novels and film and television works in his previous life. Any move first, even if the move is brilliant, is just a setback for another person. This flag is really not good enough.
However, he quickly distinguished the reality and the illusory world. Since he asked him to take the move first, he would not take advantage of this advantage.
Since that's the case, I'm not polite.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stretched his hand into the void, and the three swords that fell on the ground suddenly flew into the air. The tip of the sword trembled slightly towards the old man in white robe, and kept making dragon roars.
The old man in white robe was indeed a little moved. There were countless famous swordsmen in the world, but he had never seen anyone who could use swords in the air like this before.
I won't take advantage of you either. There are three swords here, even if I have made three moves.
As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, he reached out and pressed it. The three long swords that had been accumulating for a long time seemed to three meteors flying towards the old man in white robe.
Be careful, senior!
The five sons of Quanzhen exclaimed in unison. The power of this move made them feel thrilled when they watched from the side. They knew that if they and the old man in white robe were moved, they would probably not even move under this powerful pressure. The terrifying aura from the sound of the sword, let alone flesh and blood, even if the Sanqing statue in the hall was hit head-on, it would probably turn into powder.
Dai Qisi's expression was complicated, and Song Qingshu's move was too amazing. She had a special identity. She had seen countless masters over the years, but the only ones that could barely compare with him were Yang Dingtian and Zhang Wuji back then, as well as Huo Shan, an old man in the mountain in the Persian General Hall. As for the treasure tree king and the three envoys of Fengyun, she probably didn't even deserve to carry his shoes.
Pu Cha Qiucao was completely impressed by Song Qingshu today. He thought to himself that his brother was not here. Otherwise, when he saw this scene, he would think of himself as the number one master of the Jin Dynasty over the years, so he would not have to find a crack in the ground to get into it?
Tang Kuobian was really cunning enough. He kept a low profile for so many years, but he didn't make a sound and made a big splash.
Xiaolongnu had a much simpler mind. She was seriously injured and her beautiful eyes were half open and half closed. However, this battle was related to the life-saving benefactor, so she started to watch the battle. However, she turned her eyes more to the old man in white robe, and was puzzled: This person's figure is so familiar. I should have seen it somewhere, but why can't I remember it?
Good to come!
The old man in white robe commented leisurely, then stretched out his hand and put his sleeves in front of him. The three fierce swords seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force, and all of them were indented into his sleeves.
Dangdangdang!
A few crisp sounds came, and it turned out that the old man in white robe shook his sleeves and three long swords fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at the three long swords one after another, and saw that the several swords that had been shining before were now dull and were all lying quietly on the ground like a mozzarella, and they couldn't help but exclaim.
Dai Qisi couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu's back with concern. The other party took this move easily. He was probably...
Pu Cha Qiucao also frowned slightly, thinking to himself why there are so many masters in the Central Plains martial arts world? Tang Kuobian's martial arts skills are so good, and the other party actually has an unfathomable master who can match. If Tang Kuobian's battle situation is unfavorable, we can only rely on three thousand elite soldiers to rush forward. No matter what master he is, he will be chopped into meat sauce.
On the contrary, Xiaolongnu Gujing Bubo, in her opinion, life and death are irrelevant, let alone who wins and loses, they are not a blessing.
Song Qingshu did not show too many unexpected looks. If he guessed correctly, the other party was really that person, and of course this move would not hurt him.
The old man in white robe said loudly: Boy, your swordsmanship can be called a magical skill, but it’s a pity that there are too many tricks.
Song Qingshu shook his head: That was just a meeting with you. Looking at the entire world, the move just now was enough to deal with the vast majority of people.
The old man in white robe pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: Yes, there are indeed not many people in the entire world who can take over your move just now.
Song Qingshu replied: You have given me aside, now you don’t have to be polite.
The old man in white robe smiled slightly: OK, since you just made three swords, I will give you three fingers.
As he said that, he stretched out his finger and lit it three times in the air. Suddenly, three thick and irresistible airflows rushed towards Song Qing's door.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: Brother Feng, you don’t have to say that I probably know who he is. Don’t worry, it’s still unclear who wins and who loses in this battle.
If you can severely damage Ouyang Feng with one move, even Zhang Sanfeng may not be able to do it. The only possibility is that the opponent's martial arts just happen to restrain Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng's toad skill is very magical, but his only disadvantage is that he has too long momentum, so he is restrained by Yiyang Finger to a certain extent. This is why the Nanhuo Kexijin circulated in the martial arts world. However, Master Yideng's cultivation is only between Ouyang Finger and Ouyang Feng. Even if his martial arts are incompatible, it is impossible to hurt Ouyang Feng in one move. As for other Yiyang Finger masters in Dali, the highest cultivation is all in Tianlong Temple. When Song Qingshu wanted to steal the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" Sword Sutra, he fought with the monks in Tianlong Temple. He knew the cultivation of those people very well, and no one had the ability to hurt Ouyang Feng.
He knows the martial arts of the Yang fingers and is far above Ouyang Feng. After counting around the world, there is only one person, that is, the King of the Divine Power, Chongyang, among the five masters.
Although there are rumors in the world that he has long been dead, the world of 14 golden books can be integrated together, and Song Qingshu will not be surprised if anything happens.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ouyang Feng was stunned and nodded: Yes, my brother may not lose to him now.
The old man in white robe suddenly became interested and laughed: I thought you would only be arrogant at such a young age, but since Mr. Ouyang said that, I believe your martial arts must be extraordinary, and I want to see it.Let’s do this. If you are a junior in the martial arts world, I will give you three moves first.
Qiu Chuji hurriedly reminded: Senior, be careful, this person's martial arts skills are really something we have never seen in our lives. His skill of controlling swords in the air is really unpredictable!
Before, Song Qingshu controlled more than a dozen swords and came and went smoothly among hundreds of Taoist priests, and the impression they left was really shocking.
The old man in white robe didn't care, so he put his hands behind him and said proudly: I really want to see it.
Song Qingshu was not happy because he could make a move first, but instead complained deeply that he had read so many novels and film and television works in his previous life. Any move first, even if the move is brilliant, is just a setback for another person. This flag is really not good enough.
However, he quickly distinguished the reality and the illusory world. Since he asked him to take the move first, he would not take advantage of this advantage.
Since that's the case, I'm not polite.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stretched his hand into the void, and the three swords that fell on the ground suddenly flew into the air. The tip of the sword trembled slightly towards the old man in white robe, and kept making dragon roars.
The old man in white robe was indeed a little moved. There were countless famous swordsmen in the world, but he had never seen anyone who could use swords in the air like this before.
I won't take advantage of you either. There are three swords here, even if I have made three moves.
As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, he reached out and pressed it. The three long swords that had been accumulating for a long time seemed to three meteors flying towards the old man in white robe.
Be careful, senior!
The five sons of Quanzhen exclaimed in unison. The power of this move made them feel thrilled when they watched from the side. They knew that if they and the old man in white robe were moved, they would probably not even move under this powerful pressure. The terrifying aura from the sound of the sword, let alone flesh and blood, even if the Sanqing statue in the hall was hit head-on, it would probably turn into powder.
Dai Qisi's expression was complicated, and Song Qingshu's move was too amazing. She had a special identity. She had seen countless masters over the years, but the only ones that could barely compare with him were Yang Dingtian and Zhang Wuji back then, as well as Huo Shan, an old man in the mountain in the Persian General Hall. As for the treasure tree king and the three envoys of Fengyun, she probably didn't even deserve to carry his shoes.
Pu Cha Qiucao was completely impressed by Song Qingshu today. He thought to himself that his brother was not here. Otherwise, when he saw this scene, he would think of himself as the number one master of the Jin Dynasty over the years, so he would not have to find a crack in the ground to get into it?
Tang Kuobian was really cunning enough. He kept a low profile for so many years, but he didn't make a sound and made a big splash.
Xiaolongnu had a much simpler mind. She was seriously injured and her beautiful eyes were half open and half closed. However, this battle was related to the life-saving benefactor, so she started to watch the battle. However, she turned her eyes more to the old man in white robe, and was puzzled: This person's figure is so familiar. I should have seen it somewhere, but why can't I remember it?
Good to come!
The old man in white robe commented leisurely, then stretched out his hand and put his sleeves in front of him. The three fierce swords seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force, and all of them were indented into his sleeves.
Dangdangdang!
A few crisp sounds came, and it turned out that the old man in white robe shook his sleeves and three long swords fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at the three long swords one after another, and saw that the several swords that had been shining before were now dull and were all lying quietly on the ground like a mozzarella, and they couldn't help but exclaim.
Dai Qisi couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu's back with concern. The other party took this move easily. He was probably...
Pu Cha Qiucao also frowned slightly, thinking to himself why there are so many masters in the Central Plains martial arts world? Tang Kuobian's martial arts skills are so good, and the other party actually has an unfathomable master who can match. If Tang Kuobian's battle situation is unfavorable, we can only rely on three thousand elite soldiers to rush forward. No matter what master he is, he will be chopped into meat sauce.
On the contrary, Xiaolongnu Gujing Bubo, in her opinion, life and death are irrelevant, let alone who wins and loses, they are not a blessing.
Song Qingshu did not show too many unexpected looks. If he guessed correctly, the other party was really that person, and of course this move would not hurt him.
The old man in white robe said loudly: Boy, your swordsmanship can be called a magical skill, but it’s a pity that there are too many tricks.
Song Qingshu shook his head: That was just a meeting with you. Looking at the entire world, the move just now was enough to deal with the vast majority of people.
The old man in white robe pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: Yes, there are indeed not many people in the entire world who can take over your move just now.
Song Qingshu replied: You have given me aside, now you don’t have to be polite.
The old man in white robe smiled slightly: OK, since you just made three swords, I will give you three fingers.
As he said that, he stretched out his finger and lit it three times in the air. Suddenly, three thick and irresistible airflows rushed towards Song Qing's door.
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