Chapter 45: Chased and killed by the wind

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said at all, he had read it just now, and he had already learned all the Wuyue Sword Technique and the Ten Old Broken Methods of the Demon Sect, and now he closed his eyes, and his mind was running rapidly.

After reading the original book, he has long understood that the move is dead, and the person is alive, if these sword moves are used unchanged, of course, it is easy to be cracked by others, but as long as the person who uses the sword uses the move flexibly, he can naturally avoid being easily broken by the enemy according to the map.

Song Qingshu has always been very strong on paper before, but he lacks practical eyesight, and now these murals give him a vivid demonstration of the tricks between masters.

The angle, timing, and strength of the move, as well as the connection of the next move, as well as the enemy's response...... Song Qingshu felt that his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly startled, turned his head and looked behind him, Mu Wanqing noticed his movements, and also turned around, and found the old man with white hair and fairy wind bones standing there silently.

"The young man is so alert," the old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression fell into memory, and finally turned into a long sigh, "After so many years, the people of the Sun and Moon God Sect still came here."

This person is naturally the swordsmanship in the original work, Song Qingshu was discovered by him as soon as the two of them crossed the cliff, and he was surprised to find that Song Qingshu did not stop at all, and went straight into the secret cave here.

You must know that except for Ling Hu Chong who came in by mistake, no one else in the world knows the secret here, and Song Qingshu's behavior is obviously to know the secret of this place in advance, and he noticed that his internal strength does not seem to be a decent martial art, Feng Qingyang speculated slightly, and felt that he was likely to be a member of the Demon Sect, and got the secret here from the notes of his predecessors.

The Wuyue Sword Sect's trick must not fall into the hands of the Demon Sect, Feng Qingyang's heart flashed with a thought, and he said lightly: "Young man, it is impossible for the old man to let you go down the mountain with the Wuyue Sword Technique, so it is better to stay here and live with me, an old man, for twenty or thirty years."

Where did Song Qingshu know that he was misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the Demon Sect, and he couldn't help but secretly complain, he was just here to pick up some leftovers that the protagonist of the original book looked down on, as for it......

Mu Wanqing on the side clearly felt the unfathomable momentum of the old man, and when he heard his words, he was anxious, and hurriedly explained: "We just inadvertently broke into the forbidden land of your faction, we don't understand the rules, and we saw your faction's stunts, but he is just a fool, and he can't remember it after seeing it, and I hope that the seniors have a lot of them, let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing pleading for herself, Song Qingshu's heart couldn't help but feel warm, and he glanced at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Is he also a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his face became even more stern, and he looked at Song Qingshu: "It is an unforgivable crime to deceive a woman with clever words."

Song Qingshu originally respected this swordsmanship master, but when he came in and said that he would imprison himself for decades without asking any questions, and he stood on the moral high ground and criticized himself harshly, a burst of anger suddenly surged up in his heart, and the self-esteem of the traverser made him smile proudly: "Hehe, it seems that your martial arts are higher than mine."

Mu Wanqing looked pale on the side, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Dog, you quickly admit your mistake to your seniors."

Feng Qingyang's heart has long been like an ancient well, but he still made a surge of anger in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Young people are too arrogant."

"You can try." Song Qingshu looked at his nose and his nose and his heart, and stood there silently.

"You make a move, otherwise you won't have a chance, the old man can let you make three moves first." Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back, self-respecting identity, and refused to strike first.

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"That's what you said." Song Qingshu showed a wicked smile on his mouth, his body moved, and he stepped on the sand without a trace to urge to the extreme, passing by Feng Qingyang like lightning, watching Feng Qingyang, who had a blood mark on his neck, slowly fall down, Song Qingshu wiped the blood marks on the wooden sword, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning."

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Of course, the above scene was just Song Qingshu's fantasy, Feng Qingyang stared at him strangely with a weird smile, and snorted coldly: "You have lost your mind just now, if I make a move, you will be dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled wryly, how could he not get rid of his cranky thinking, if the other party hadn't said three tricks to make himself, the distraction just now would have died.

"Please also ask your seniors for advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, and in the change of footsteps, the defensive posture of Wudang Mianzhang was implied in one palm, mixed with the heaviness of Emei's golden top Mianzhang and the courage of the earth-shattering iron palm.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, thinking in his heart that this kid could combine several palms with completely different temperaments so appropriately, he was really a martial arts wizard......

Feng Qingyang's mind moved, his fingers pinched the sword technique, and he pointed to meet it.Song Qingshu was shocked to find that a sharp and sharp sword qi tore apart his fist, if he didn't withdraw his palm and continue to move forward, I was afraid that his palm would be pierced, and he hurriedly hit a big demon fist with his left hand to disperse the opponent's sword qi, and with a dodge, he retreated a few meters away.

"Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palm Style, it really lives up to its reputation." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a heavy face, Dugu Nine Swords was really the enemy who would be saved.

Feng Qingyang has long been free from the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords, and the finger just now only implies the sword intent of the broken palm type, seeing that he mistakenly thought it was Dugu Nine Swords, he did not justify: "The young man's martial arts are already among the best among the younger generation, and they are rare."

"Feng Lao really deserves to be the number one swordsman today." Song Qingshu said with sincere admiration.

"The first move has passed, let's make the second move." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly. [,!] continue to stand with your hands down.

"Grandma's, when will I be able to take this look and pretend to be forced in front of the enemy." Song Qingshu thought angrily, and then hit the opponent's middle with a decent tiger claw hand.

"Huh~" Feng Qingyang was shocked again, just now his palm was mixed with the essence of several sets of palm techniques, but this second move was so mediocre, knowing that he would have a back move, so he didn't move.

Sure enough, when he attacked in front of him, Song Qingshu changed from a fierce tiger claw hand to a sinister and vicious Nine Yin White Bone Claw, changing his moves quickly, but he was not in a hurry between the wind and the clouds, and a finger slowly clicked on the claw shadow in the sky.

Mu Wanqing was annoyed and disgusted watching from the side, Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang's fingers seemed to slow down, but they were able to use the sword qi on their fingers to scatter each of Song Qingshu's claws!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to the same place, his hands were numb, but Feng Qingyang glanced at him unexpectedly, "I didn't expect him to be in front of his sword qi, and he didn't hurt a bit."

"And one last resort." The more this is the case, the more the wind is clear, the more vigilant he is in his heart, such a person is in the Demon Sect, it is definitely not the blessing of Huashan, and he has unconsciously moved the killing intent.