"Qinghui, you sleep first!"

Putting down the delicate body in his arms, Song Que slowly got up and looked at Chu Feng on the steps, the cold glint in his eyes disappeared in a moment, his expression became unfazed, and the aura around him also became flat, as if the person who was angry just now was not him.

At this time, a gray-clothed man dressed as a domestic servant came over from the crowd, picked up Fan Qinghui, and quickly retreated.

Only then did the onlookers wake up to the fact that Song Que, the Heavenly Dao who had not made a move for many years, was about to make a move, and they all shouted and retreated for a while, there was no way, for so many years, the name of the Great Grandmaster Heavenly Dao Song Que was too loud. Under the sword spirit, it is inevitable that the people watching the battle will be injured by mistake.

"Don't get in the way, get out of the way"

"Don't squeeze in front, you won't be able to see it if you retreat"

"Get out, don't get out of the way, Lao Tzu is cutting people"

………………

Song Que, who was feared by everyone, did not do it immediately, stood there, calm as water, as if fused with nature, for a long time, pulled out a long knife, and said with a flat face: "This knife is called Narcissus, Song has created the "Eight Tricks of Heavenly Knife" on the characteristics of this knife, each recipe is ten knives, a total of eighty knives. Today, this sword technique is used to teach the sword master's swordsmanship. ”

Chu Feng, who was standing on the steps, closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard it, and after a long time, he sighed quietly.

"Your heart is not quiet, fight again in the future!"

Chu Feng said, turned around and entered the temple, and the gate was closed.

The people watching the battle were all dumbfounded, what do you mean, after waiting for so long, I finally waited for the Heavenly Sword, you don't fight, this is not a joke.

"Could it be that he is afraid of the prestige of the Heavenly Sword and does not dare to fight."

"It must be, what kind of people are there in the Heavenly Sword Song Lack"

"It is worthy of the heavenly sword, and as soon as it came, it scared off the top master of the young generation, Ling Hu Chong"

"This is the style of the great master, my generation can only look up to it"

"It seems that the only one who can fight with the Heavenly Sword is Sword Saint A-Qing"

"Alas, the Sword Master is not out, who will fight!"

…………

Everyone was talking, and they all thought that Chu Feng was afraid of fighting.

A touch of surprise flashed in the eyes of Song Que, who was hanging there, his heart was indeed not quiet, when he was checking the pulse of Fan Qinghui just now, he found that Fan Qinghui's internal organs were seriously injured, and if he didn't treat his injuries in time, he would have to worry about his life.

At this time, the voice of the servant who left with Fan Qinghui on his back came from the crowd.

"Master, the people of Cihang Jingzhai brought the holy medicine, and the injuries of the head of the sect have been stabilized."

When Song Que heard this, his heart was a little rippling, and he completely turned to flatness. Facing the closed temple gate, Song Que groaned for a while, mobilized his internal force, and said loudly: "Heavenly Sword Song Que, please Sword Saint A-Qing show up."

With the blessing of internal force, the voice was extremely vast, and it could be heard clearly within a few miles, and the people watching the battle could not help but boil their blood even though they were far away.

With a squeak, the heavy temple gate opened, and a gray-haired, sloppy Taoist priest walked out with a broken broom.

"It's noisy, and I don't let the poor road sleep"

After the sloppy Taoist priest scolded, he carried a broom and swept it up on the spot under the watchful eyes of thousands of people. What kind of sloppy Taoist priest is, needless to say, it is still Chu Feng, to paraphrase a sentence, it is me, or me, fireworks of different colors.

After a long time, the people who came back to their senses made a commotion.

"What are you sweeping at this time?"

"A Taoist priest lives in a temple, it's weird"

"If the Wuyue Sword Sect doesn't send people to fight, something has happened."

"Hey, that sweeper, uh, no, old Taoist, please go inside to report, just say that the heavenly knife is coming"

…………

As if he hadn't heard, Chu Feng swept the ground by himself, sweeping from the steps all the way to the long bluestone street.

Song Que, who was standing in the field, did not delay any longer, and jumped directly into the air, like a sharp arrow, with the sound of tearing the air, and rushed towards the temple. At the moment when he flew to the top of Chu Feng's head, his body stagnated, and he flew back again, and when he landed, the long knife in his hand slashed out diagonally, and the incomparable knife qi instantly brought up a layer of ground two feet later, forming a yellow earth wall, and rolled it over.

The sloppy Taoist priest Chu Feng did not raise his head, the broom in his hand was lightly raised, and the gray yin and yang gathered qi to cleanse, disintegrating the violent earthen wall in an instant.

The onlookers, who have been repeatedly provoked, blew up the nest again.

"Unbelievable, the fatal blow of the Heavenly Sword Song Que was actually blocked lightly by the old Taoist priest who swept the floor"

"Am I mistaken, a sweeper is so fierce, what kind of sect is this?"

"I retract what I just said, Ling Hu Chong is not afraid of war"

"Before, it was two hall masters, and then it was a second-generation disciple, this time it became a sweeper, will you send a pig out next time?"

"The foundation of the Wuyue Sword Sect, I can be regarded as having seen it"

"I swear, even if my family goes bankrupt, I will join the Wuyue Sword Sect"

…………

Everyone was talking, but Song Que in the field was like a great enemy, and the gray aura that appeared just now made him feel creepy. has been famous for so many years, whether it is the martial artist Bi Xuan who dominates the Western Regions, or the number one master in Middle-earth, Ning Daoqi, he has never felt this way.

After pondering for a while, Song Que put away his knife and arched his hand: "Dare to ask the seniors with their names?" What is the relationship with the Sword Saint Ah Qing? ”

In any case, Song Que didn't believe that Chu Feng was just a sweeper.

Chu Feng raised his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Poor Zhang Sanfeng is indeed sweeping the floor"

Another unfamiliar name, Song Que frowned, and the momentum on his body rose sharply, like a sharp sword plunging straight down from the clouds, and it was unstoppable.

"Junior Song Que, please consult the senior"

The voice fell, Song Que set off a stormy offensive, the eight styles of the heavenly sword, one by one, as if there were thousands of knives falling from the sky, in the continuous explosion, the boundless knife qi was furious, the roadside trees were uprooted, the bluestone on the ground was shattered, the temple gate was torn apart into ruins, and the entire area became an apocalyptic scene.

The onlookers retreated far away, and they were inevitably affected, and many people vomited blood, and those who reacted fled to the distance with their lives.

On a clean bluestone slab, Chu Feng sat cross-legged with a calm expression, surrounded by gray qi, as if he was independent of the world.

At this time, dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the sky and the earth, and a huge and deafening sound came.

"The predecessors of the heavens, the mortal sword technique is not enough to fight the predecessors, today the eight styles are one, please taste the predecessors"

Before the voice was silent, a knife-shaped qi pillar that was rare in the world ran straight down and hit the top of Chu Feng's head, with a majestic momentum, as if it was going to directly break the gray qi.

Boom, the originally quiet gray and white qi rolled, and the color of black and white was distinct, and there were signs of development towards the yin and yang fish. Chu Feng, who was sitting in it, suddenly opened his eyes, pushed up with both hands, and the Yin Yang Fish, which had not yet taken shape, was holding a knife-shaped qi pillar, running straight up, and an explosion sounded in the sky.