Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew that something was wrong, but he was not too scared in his heart, but had a hint of eagerness to try.

With a stroke of the left hand, a palm of the right hand exhaled, and it struck at the wind Qingyang, which was the "Kanglong has regrets" of the eighteen palms of the dragon.

Feng Qingyang saw that he was far away from him, and his previous tricks were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to respond to all changes with no change, and secretly condensed the innate sword qi in his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for the move to get old, his left hand drew a circle again, and his right hand was a palm again, and the exact same "Kang Long has regrets" struck out again.

The power of the two palms was superimposed, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of qi striking towards the wind.

Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was beginning to be obscure, and he hurriedly pinched the sword trick in his hand, and met it with a move.

Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of the power of the rush, and in the eighteen palms of the dragon, "Flying Dragon in the Sky", he once again drove out the third palm "Kanglong has regrets", and the three times were superimposed together, and the fierceness was abnormally surging towards the wind.

Feng Qingyang finally changed color, he still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength, the innate sword qi in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms, who expected that Song Qingshu could also send out the third palm when the lightning was light, the three palms were superimposed, and the palm wind power increased in geometric progression, Feng Qingyang just broke his first two qi, but the innate sword qi was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm, and in desperation, he had to use his steps to dodge a few zhang away.

Feng Qingyang's face was a little embarrassed, after all, this was the first time he had been forced to return to the sword defense by the enemy for so many years, and the other party was still a weak-crowned young man, "Descending the Dragon Three Stacked Waves!" Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"

"If King Xiao is here, I'm afraid Elder Feng won't be as freehand as he is facing below." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, and secretly called luck in his heart, he knew the eighteen palms of the dragon, and knew the principle of Xiao Feng's best tricks, so he tried hard, and actually played it, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power and strength angle and the timing of choice, so in the end, he needs to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm in the sky.

"Then who are you? As the authentic sect of Emei Wudang Xuanmen, and the evil martial arts of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, he also used the Eighteen Palms of the Beggars Gang to Descend the Dragon, and the attainments of the Eighteen Palms of the Pavilion Descending Dragon, I am afraid that Xiao Feng and Guo Jing can barely suppress you, and the rest of the gang leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so clever, and he quickly saw his martial arts path clearly.

"You can call me a." Song Qingshu glanced back at Mu Wanqing, who was stunned on the side, and showed a naughty smile.

"The three moves have passed, and if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry in his heart, and picked up his sword trick and attacked.

The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu smack his tongue, and in a hurry, he hurriedly used the snake shape to turn the raccoon technique, rolled on the ground, and dodged the sword that was extremely powerful in the wind.

However, the opportunity has been lost, the sword qi of the wind is clear and clear, sword after sword, endlessly, Song Qingshu only has the ability to dodge, and has no power to fight back, and the gap is consciously compressed by the other party to get smaller and smaller.

Song Qingshu understood that if he continued like this, he would not be able to make ten moves on the spot, but he did not fight back lightly with the eighteen palms of the dragon, through the temptation just now, he already understood that the palm wind was too much of a loss in front of the opponent's sword qi, coupled with the qi-breaking style of the Dugu Nine Swords, no matter how strong the palm power was, it was just a paper paste.

With the same force, the force area of a palm strike is far greater than the innate sword qi of the opponent's fingertips, damn the pressure formula! Song Qingshu cursed physics fiercely, and under the opponent's point breaking face, all palm techniques were inherently restricted.

Song Qingshu looked at the gap, the internal force shook, and the wooden sword behind him shot out, grabbed it with his right hand, and swung out a few swords to start a counterattack.

Feng Qingyang had long noticed his wooden sword, and thought it was just an ornament, but he didn't expect that he had reached the realm of no sword at a young age, and the surface of the wooden sword was faintly covered with a thin layer of sword energy, and his sword moves were the tricks engraved on the wall, but he didn't completely copy the tricks, a few ordinary Wuyue swordsmanship was used, but the strength was implied by dozens of changes, waiting for his reaction and then changing his moves at any time.

Feng Qingyang stepped on the seven stars, and quickly retreated a few zhang away, although Song Qingshu's first three moves just now were amazing enough, but they were not as shocking as this time, and asked in disbelief: "You just glanced at it casually and comprehended these sword moves on the wall?"

Song Qingshu's expression was a little twisted, and he said a little shyly: "It seems to be ...... That's right."

Listening to his words, Feng Qingyang almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood spurting, he is already a sword wizard once in hundreds of years, and he can use a sword to run rampant in the world at the age of thirty.

"Whether it's Kyogen or not, you have to try it to find out." Feng Qingyang still didn't believe it in his heart, and decided to try his best to give him a try.

Song Qingshu hurriedly cheered up, luckily on the wooden sword, and greeted him.

For a while, the sword qi in the cave was horizontal, although it was basically Feng Qingyang attacking Song Qingshu's defense, and Song Qingshu was often forced to be unbearable, but Song Qingshu was like a flat boat in the storm, always able to defend his own door, with the ordinary Wuyue swordsmanship, hard resistance to the wind Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords undefeated, and sometimes even a few swords so that Feng Qingyang had to return to the sword to defend, if it is transmitted to the rivers and lakes, it is guaranteed to be a sensation in the world.

However, Song Qingshu knew that he was bitter, although he could follow the wind and fight with a hundred moves without being defeated, but such a . [,!] Fight straight down, because the wind is clear and Yang no longer keeps his hand, and when the time comes, the sword qi will invade the body, and he will definitely die.

Thinking of this, how could he be willing to fight again, and used a strange sword trick, shouting in his mouth: "Look at my trick - Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

Feng Qingyang was bluffed, this young man brought him too many surprises, he was really afraid that he would be careless and hurt under his strange moves, he pinched the sword trick with both hands and waited for it.

Song Qingshu saw that he was fooled, how dare he hesitate, and urged the sand without a trace to the extreme, and picked up Mu Wanqing, who was almost stupid next to him, "Don't run yet!" The two rushed out of the cave in a hurry.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but be furious after being stunned, and hurriedly used light skills to chase out, but he had lost the opportunity, Song Qingshu was carrying the supreme light skill of stepping on sand without a trace, and sincerely wanted to run, even if he was still holding a person in his arms, Feng Qingyang had to watch the distance between the two getting farther and farther away......

Sensing that he finally got rid of Feng Qingyang, Song Qingshu gently put Mu Wanqing down, and was glad in his mouth: "Lady, fortunately you are as soft as a bone and your body is light, otherwise we really can't run away."

Who knew that what responded to him was Mu Wanqing's loud slap.