At this moment, Yang Zong is unwilling to stay, obviously in his position, he has made the greatest concession. As a result, even if Cen Bingwen, who is much weaker in cultivation, doesn't want to leave, he is powerless.

The two of them were just about to turn around, and the cold voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest behind them had already sounded: "Don't you want to see Ling Gongzi anymore?"

"Don't fall for this divisive scheme!" Song Yinting persuaded loudly.

Song Gong was even more straightforward: "Brother Yang, if you and I fight a big battle today, no matter who kills the deer, the two academies of Qufu and Lehu will never die from now on!" He had the intention to kill the Taoist priest, but he was worried that he would force Yang Zong to make a move.

"Song Gong's words are exaggerated, right?" The middle-aged Taoist priest sneered: "The Song family openly rebelled, and it is not tolerated by the people of the world, will Qufu Academy still be in the same stream with you?"

"Right and wrong are at ease in people's hearts. Song Guogong looked at Yang Zong, as if this sentence was just for him.

"The right and wrong in your mouth is not my right and wrong, nor is it the right and wrong of the people in the world......" The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed a little contemptuously.

Song Guogong said to Yang Zongzong as usual: "One day, if they go back on their word, it must be this set of rhetoric." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he accidentally fell into the pit dug by Song Guogong.

After all, Yang Zong is not a three-year-old child, and he doesn't need Song Guogong to remind him that there is such a possibility. He just didn't have any other way to go.

Cen Bingwen saw that Yang Zongzhi was clearly a little swaying, and said hurriedly: "Song Gong really thinks that with the Song family's own strength, he can not deal with the imperial court?

"Rats!" Song Shijin scolded coldly when he heard this.

Cen Bingwen was scolded by him twice in a row, but he couldn't help it, glared angrily, and sneered: "It is said that the son of the world has no long skills, but he loves to talk about it, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." Even if it survives today, the Song family's foundation will be destroyed in the hands of this son sooner or later......"

Song Shijin was about to refute, but saw his father Song Yinkai shaking his head at him: "Why argue with the rats?"

Even if Song Shijin is in the Song family, he is also regarded as an outlier, and he doesn't know how much cold eyes he has suffered since he was a child, and at this time, seeing that his father is coming out for himself, he can't help but have a sour nose, and a few grievances come to his heart.

Cen Bingwen was scolded by their father and son, and he was so helpless that he had no power to fight back, and his old face turned red.

"You say I don't have long skills?" Song Shijin suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist: "If you are under my sword today, you can take ten moves, I will kowtow to you and confess my guilt, otherwise hurry up!"

"Brother Yin Kai!" Cen Bingwen didn't expect that Song Shijin would suddenly go crazy. He didn't want to leave, he naturally had his plans, but he didn't want to bully a junior, after all, he couldn't win.

Unexpectedly, Song Yinkai didn't come to see him at all, but said lightly to Song Shijin: "You are my Song family, why are you so spineless?

"Okay, good," Cen Bingwen was angry for a while, shook his head and sighed: "Song Jiaquan covers Jiangnan, it turns out that there is no one in his eyes ......"

"Less nonsense!"

Song Shijin took a step forward, causing Yang Zong and the middle-aged Taoist priest to also look at him with a look of surprise.

Cen Bingwen's cultivation is weak, but it is also relative to the three heroes of the Song family and Yang Zong.

You must know that among the people present, Song Gong and Yang Zong are already in the realm of national teachers and can be called sub-saints; Song Yinkai and Song Yinting brothers are both peerless national soldiers, even if Cen Bingwen is weaker, he is also unreckless, and one foot has stepped into the realm of unparalleled national warriors.

Song Shijin is only in his twenties, and against Cen Bingwen, as long as he doesn't lose too badly, he is enough to be proud, how dare he boast of such a Haikou?

In fact, Song Shijin's challenge to Cen Bingwen was only a momentary mood, but his father Song Yinkai had another deep meaning - no matter what today, he must make Yang Zong retreat from the difficulty, otherwise once Lehu Academy also falls to the imperial court, the Song family will really have no way to live.

Song Gong and Song Yinting of course tacitly agreed, at this time saw Song Shijin standing with a sword, full of spirit, and a trace of pride in his chest, the Song family has been inherited for two hundred years, and there are many talents, even if they can't withstand this catastrophe, they will burst out all their strength, so that the world knows that the Song family in Hangzhou is not in vain.

The long sword in Song Shijin's hand was dark and looming in the night, but except for Zhang Yingquan, everyone present could see that this was just a mortal sword, not a spirit sword, and the reason why it loomed was only because the color was pitch black, and Song Shijin's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Cen Bingwen is famous for his art and does not need a blade, so he just stands in place, his face full of impatience.

He didn't mind teaching a junior who spoke wildly, but it was obviously impossible for him to be vigilant - although when he caught a glimpse of the expressions of Song Gong and the others, a trace of vigilance had secretly risen in his heart.

Song Shijin took a deep breath, only to feel that in the courtyard on a summer night, the air was so sweet that it was intoxicating. He never thought that one day he would be able to use a sword openly in front of people, and at this moment, it was as if he was in a dream.

Even if it's worth it......

He stood quietly, and suddenly remembered a poem for no reason, as if he had heard it somewhere, which was in line with his state of mind at the moment.

Oh! I listened to what Manqiu said, and I don't know if that guy is dead or alive now.

"In the past, the teeth and claws were like crazy tigers, and now the wind and thunder are ...... Wolong"

Song Shijin's face was calm, and he chanted in a low voice, only to feel that all the turbidity in his chest was spit out cleanly with this poem, and replaced it with pride.

The three heroes of the Song family have long been familiar with Bu'an's experience, and this poem written in Liudian Town has naturally been heard of for a long time.

Yang Zong and the others had never heard this poem, and they only made it on the spot when Song Shijin made it, and they couldn't help but be a little impressed by him.

However, at this moment, a low and palpitating "rumbling" sound suddenly sounded in the night sky, as if thunder was rolling.

Everyone looked up almost at the same time, and saw a faint flash of electric light in the night sky to the southeast, among the extremely thick clouds. It seems that above the nine heavens, there are silver snakes shuttling and swimming, and it is like a beeping fire in a thick fog.

"Is the poem written by that guy in Bu Zhidao so powerful? After such a long time, it can still attract heavenly thunder?" Song Shijin was stunned in his heart, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly with excitement.

When everyone's attention returned to Song Shijin from the night sky, Cen Bingwen's face was already much more solemn.

can stir up thunder in a word, this son may not be boasting......

Song Gong knew that the thunder in the sky must have nothing to do with the poems recited by Song Shijin, so he just sighed casually: "Thunderbolt on a sunny day, eventful autumn." ”

Song Shijin slowly gathered his mind, no longer paying attention to other things, and looked straight at Cen Bingwen with his eyes, and then the long sword suddenly stood up, and the person followed the sword, and his posture was extremely chic.

In an instant, the sword light in the courtyard was layered on top of each other, like flowers blooming, clusters of clusters, and like snow flying in June, the cold air was pressing.

This sword light like flowers and snow, all of which are faint at first glance, like the white waves splashed by the rain falling on the Ping Lake, with Song Shijin as the center of the circle, spreading outward and covering the entire courtyard.

The sword light was like a phantom, but everywhere it went, stone chips splashed, grass and trees flew, and bullets rained down.

"Gongsun Sword Technique......" looked up and muttered to himself.

Cen Bingwen always blocked him with spiritual power, he didn't feel much pressure, and he could even fight back at any time, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked.

As if to prove that what Yang Zong said was true, the pressure in front of Cen Bingwen suddenly increased, and the courtyard was full of flowers, as if they were all in full bloom in front of him.

Cen Bingwen violently urged his spiritual power, but suddenly his shoulder hurt, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the sword light behind him!

Song Shijin was obviously still in front of him, why did the sword light attack from behind?!

This thought had just floated, and suddenly saw a white light falling from the sky, Cen Bingwen was so shocked that his soul was scattered, and the whole person retreated sharply!

After retreating a dozen steps, he felt a heart-piercing pain in his left shoulder, and his entire left arm was already unconscious.

But it turned out that when he was frightened by Bai Lian and retreated, he just happened to bump into Song Shijin's sword light, and his left arm seemed to have passed through the iron net woven by the sword light, and it was already white and bone, and the little scarlet flesh and blood hanging on it were even more terrifying.

Looking at the white practice again, it is still hanging in the air, but it is far away in the southeast, not close in front of you!

"Boom!"

It was only then that there was an earth-shattering noise!

What followed was Song Gong's stunned voice:

“...... It's in the direction of Xuanwu Lake!"