No one in this world is invincible from birth! Ximen Fuxue was defeated, and when the news spread all over the rivers and lakes, some people didn't believe it, how could the Sword God be defeated? Some people have long expected that in this world, the title of Sword God, Ximen Blowing Snow can't afford it, and even Xie Xiaofeng, who has already achieved great martial arts, can't afford it!

On the fifth day of the Famous Sword Conference, Song Wusheng fought against Qingmei Yingxue, both of them were players, Song Wusheng was unknown, and Qingmei Yingxue was famous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the sword platform, both of them were very cold, and neither of them spoke first. In the end, Ye Mengqiu couldn't help but say, "If the two of you have no opinion, the venue will be random." ”

Three seconds later, Qingmei Ying Xue Dao, "Random! ”

Song Wusheng followed closely and said, "Random! ”

The scene begins to change, and seconds later, the two appear on an arched bridge. During the day, the sky is cloudy, only a little sunlight shines down through the dark clouds, under the bridge is a river that is not too wide, there are many lotus flowers blooming on the river, and there are willow reflections near the bank.

There were two people on the bridge, Song Wusheng was dressed in black, with an ordinary appearance and a black sword in his hand. Qingmei Yingxue has a very beautiful appearance, wearing a laurel suit, a school uniform of the Shifting Flower Palace, with a cold temperament, the whole person is like a laurel fairy descending to earth.

As the countdown ended, Song Wusheng immediately struck, his people could wait, but his sword wouldn't wait!

Instantly rushed to Qingmei Yingxue's body, Song Wusheng swung out a sword, and the target was aimed at Qingmei Yingxue's throat, fast, ruthless, and accurate, this move was only to kill.

Qingmei Yingxue's right hand stretched out, and her movements were just like her name, giving people a very light feeling. The sleeves on her body flew up, Qingmei Yingxue's hand was gently waved, Song Wusheng's sword immediately changed direction, and at the same time, Qingmei Yingxue's right hand was gently pressed on Song Wusheng's chest, and Song Wusheng's whole person flew out violently and slammed into the guardrail by the bridge.

With Qingmei Yingxue's shot, the atmosphere inside and outside the stadium instantly condensed, this woman is so strong!

"Ahem!" It seemed to be a light blow, but the force contained in it was enough, and the guardrail of the stone bridge was directly smashed. Song Wusheng was injured in the blink of an eye!

"Is this a graft?" Song Wusheng said.

"Not bad!" Qingmei Yingxue flicked Song Wusheng's sword away, and used the Shifting Flower Palace's peerless Shifting Flower Transfer. Although it is only a kung fu that borrows strength, it is much higher than Wudang's "four or two thousand catties" and Shaolin's "eighteen drops in clothes", and the speed of formation is extremely fast under the key points of his mental method. As long as you find out the direction of your opponent's force, you can deflect others' attacks at will!

"You're no match for me!" Light plum reflection snow course.

Song Wusheng said, "How do you know if you haven't finished fighting?" ”

Seeing that the opponent was unwilling to give up, Qingmei Yingxue didn't say much. Song Wusheng attacked Qingmei Yingxue again, and made a move to kill him. However, all the attacks were bounced off by Qingmei Yingxue.

"It turned out to be the Thirteen Swords of Death!" Yun Mengfei said in a low voice, Yun Mengfei didn't know Song Wusheng's swordsmanship, but Yun Mengfei had a friend he knew, Wang Yuyan, an encyclopedia of martial arts, who was chatting privately with Yun Mengfei at this time.

Wang Yuyan said, "The Thirteen Swords of Death are Yan Thirteen's family swordsmanship, Yan Thirteen has no descendants, that Song Wusheng should be Yan Thirteen's apprentice." ”

Song Wusheng's Thirteen Swords of Death can be seen by anyone who is very powerful, but at this moment, the move is fruitless, not only that. Every time he finished making a move, he would be lightly slapped away by Qingmei Yingxue, and the gap between the two was as big as the abyss!

On Song Wusheng's body, Yun Mengfei suddenly felt a desolation, a desolation of a real swordsman! There are many people who use swords on the rivers and lakes, but there are very few who can be called swordsmen!

"Bang!" Song Wusheng was knocked away by Qingmei Yingxue again, and this time he couldn't stand up again! His swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that his skills are too poor.

The day after tomorrow, he is already a first-class master when he looks at the rivers and lakes, but this time he is a master who came to participate in the famous sword conference. He is the only one who is the acquired eightfold, and the others are also the ninth acquired at the bottom.

There is a big difference in skill, and it is nothing in the early stage, and it is easy to skip the level of battle. But in the later stage, this gap will be completely widened, and there is a term called attribute suppression!

Real swordsmen usually refine their swordsmanship, and their energy has long been focused on swordsmanship, and their internal strength is not too high. There has never been a well-known swordsman who is famous for his internal skills, there are very few swordsmen with divine skills, and real swordsmen are basically pure swordsmen!

Sword Saint, Sword God, Sword Demon, these titles are not strong martial arts, they can be obtained with a good sword, they also embody a spirit of sword, you can give everything for the sword!

Song Wusheng was defeated, defeated miserably, although he was a sharp sword, his opponent was a piece of jade that was difficult to shake! No one who has watched this duel will think that Song Wusheng is weak, but will only think that Qingmei Yingxue is too strong!

The scene of the game disappears, and the two return to the sword platform. Song Wusheng looked depressed, he studied swords very hard, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. The Thirteen Swords of Death have all been practiced, not by system, but by real practice. The Thirteen Swords of Death is a third-order swordsmanship, he has practiced to the fifth level, and even the internal strength he has cultivated to the eighth level of the day after tomorrow, this achievement is definitely not low, but at this time, he is so miserable!

There are many people on the rivers and lakes who are qualified to receive the sword post of the Tibetan Sword Villa, but there are not many who are really willing to send disciples to participate in the competition, because those masters of the older generation all understand a truth, this is a grand gathering of geniuses, if the disciples are not qualified enough, it is likely to be harmful and useless!

"Hey!" A sigh suddenly came from the sky, and a middle-aged man fell from the sky and appeared directly beside Song Wusheng!

"Master! It's useless, I've disgraced you! Song Wusheng's voice choked.

The person who came was Yan Shisan, Yan Shisan said, "Which swordsman has never lost, he also lost many times as a teacher, if you can't stand up again, you will really lose your face as a teacher!" ”

"In vain!" Song Wusheng held back his tears, this famous sword conference, Yan Shisan didn't recommend him to come, he insisted on coming, and the sword post was also snatched by him on his own initiative.

Yan Shisan held Song Wusheng up and helped him up, and then looked at Qingmei Yingxue Dao, "Invite Yue really taught a good apprentice!" ”

Qingmei Yingxue said, "Thank you seniors for compliment!" ”

Yan Shisan looked at Song Wusheng and said, "Let's go, go back with me, the shame of a swordsman can only be washed away with a sword, and after your swordsmanship is completed, you will come to ask this girl for advice." ”

"Yes, Master!" Song Wusheng followed Yan Shisan and left the venue directly.

The famous sword conference on the fifth day finally came to an end, and in the Huxin Pavilion, Zhou Zhiruo asked Yun Mengfei a question, "Which do you think is the best swordsmanship or internal strength?" ”

Today's scene, no matter how you look at it, is a master of internal strength and a master of swordsmanship. But is there really no way out with swordsmanship alone? Yun Mengfei thought of the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three, and when he cast Sword Twenty-Three, the Sword Saint's sword qi had already been exhausted, but Sword Twenty-Three completely exploded the three-point return vitality of the male tyrant. Yun Mengfei said, "The swordsmanship is powerful in the early stage, and the internal strength is powerful in the later stage, but in the end, they should go the same way!" (To be continued.) )