Immediately afterward, the dark canopy was torn open, and the dazzling sunlight shone down. A floating figure fell rapidly, it was the Heavenly Sword Song Que, in the strong wind, his black hair danced wildly, his pale and resolute face, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have passed out.

When he was still six feet above the ground, he suddenly opened his eyes, his body resisted the strong wind, and he landed safely, looking like no big problem, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a little blood stain like a plum blossom on the placket of his chest.

"Thank you for your advice"

As Song Que spoke, a trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Chu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his head and looked at Song Que, a little surprised in his heart, with the blow just now, he mobilized half of his strength, Song Que was still standing, the great martial arts master of this world was really amazing.

"Now that Song has been defeated, can the seniors let go of the dog and the little girl?"

Song Que mentioned his children, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, he has climbed the martial arts mountains for decades, he is almost ruthless, and only when he thinks of his children, does he have this kind of emotion.

"Poor Dao go and ask the master, Song Valve Master wait!"

Chu Feng said, his figure blurred for a while and disappeared.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense passed, no one came out, and Song Que, who was injured but dragged without luck to heal his wounds, turned a little pale.

Not long after, a man and a woman walked out from behind the building in the distance, the man was dressed in a black shirt, handsome and resolute, and his temperament was free and easy, and the woman was dressed in a white palace dress, heroic and colorful, and her temperament was dusty, it was Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi who were detained.

"Father"

"Father, you're hurt"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi walked over quickly, supporting Song Que from left to right, with a nervous look on their faces, just now in the temple, they vaguely heard the fight outside, but they didn't expect their father to be injured.

Seeing that his children were safe, Song Que put his mind at ease, and immediately sat down cross-legged, using exercises to heal his wounds, a layer of mist rose around his body, and his pale cheeks gradually became rosy.

Two hours passed, and Song Que slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see his daughter Song Yuzhi looking at him with red eyes.

"Idiot, it's okay for your father, you go back first."

Song Que said that, rushed to the sky, and with a monstrous battle intent, he went to the depths of the vast temple.

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi's faces became ugly at the same time, with their understanding of their father, they knew that their father must be going to challenge the Sword Saint, and in the past few days, they deeply understood that the Sword Saint's ruthlessness, the Sword Saint's martial arts are profound, and once his father is defeated, his life will definitely be in danger.

"Father don't ......"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi chased after them.

…………

Zhun Ti Temple, the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there are swords inserted everywhere, densely packed, there are tens of thousands, under the illumination of the sun, there is a terrifying cold light.

A Qing, dressed in green clothes and unparalleled beauty, sat cross-legged in the middle, not moving at all, the air flow around her body surging regularly, and the swords trembled, as if there was life.

Chu Feng, the old Taoist priest standing with a broom on the side, looked weird, his cheap apprentice was really a demon-like existence, and he actually comprehended the swordsmanship by himself, and it would not be a problem to surpass his master in time.

Boom, dozens of stone statues flew from the sky one after another, with an unpleasant sound tearing the air.

Ah Qing's fingers moved slightly, dozens of swords rose from the ground, spun rapidly in the air, and rushed towards the stone statue with a roar, and when they collided, a series of explosions occurred.

In the smoke and dust, Song Que, who was full of fighting spirit, held a long knife in his hand, and with the momentum of impact, he slashed down the violent knife. The sword qi swept the earth like an ice dragon, and although the power was not as good as the eight swords in one, it was not far behind. Cracks like cobwebs appeared on the ground, which was shocking.

Ah Qing didn't move, every breath and breath, all with a unique rhythm, as if communicating something, suddenly, thousands of swords rose from the ground, flying into the air, forming a cylindrical protective circle, and the knife qi that hit it disappeared invisibly in the rotation.

"The sword is a wall, worthy of being a sword saint, Song wants to fight, although he has no regrets about dying!"

Song Que's eyes were bright, the eight swords reappeared in one, the whole body was suspended, and the violent sword qi was surging, three points stronger than when he fought Chu Feng just now.

"Heavenly Sword Song Que!"

Ah Qing's expression was cold, and his eyes were as silent as death, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Sword Saint A-Qing"

Song lacks a fighting spirit, and when he is strong, he is strong, and he must fight when he is strong, which is his criterion on the road of pursuing martial arts.

Chu Feng, who was standing on the side, understood when he saw this, and the battle just now made Song Que break through.

"Very good, let's see if the Heavenly Sword is powerful after the breakthrough, or the Sword Saint who has mastered the sword mastery!"

Chu Feng said and retreated to the distance to watch the battle.

In the sky, Song Que's accumulated momentum became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to drain the vitality of heaven and earth.

Ah Qing on the square was still motionless, and in the middle of his breath, thousands of sword-shaped columns of qi rotated rapidly, more than five times faster than before, and it was conceivable that anything in the world, if he was involved in it, would be shattered.

"Fight!"

The knife-shaped pillar of qi from the sky rushed down with the momentum of rushing into the mountains and rivers. There was an earth-shattering explosion between the collisions, and then Song Que launched a lightning-like offensive, and there were constantly figures with swords from all directions, suddenly coming, and the sword qi rushed into the sword circular qi column many times.

After more than a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Song Que's offensive slowed down, and Ah Qing moved, like a bamboo, stepping on the sword, going straight upstream, and killing Song Que.

Unlike Song Que, who could only stay in the air for a short time, Ah Qing galloped freely in the air with a speeding sword, quickly knocked Song Que down, and then copied Song Que's previous lightning offensive, and under the continuous heavy blows, the ground sank. In the dust, Ah Qing and Song Que fell into it at the same time.

Chu Feng moved over instantly, he didn't expect these two madmen to collapse the ground, and when he saw that there was no movement, he was about to go down to check.

Thousands of swords, like a silver dragon, flew from the sky, penetrated the ground, and then the earth floated like a sponge, and then trembled violently, as if a wild beast was about to get out of trouble.

Chu Feng's expression changed, and he immediately took advantage of the auspicious clouds and retreated to the clear blue sky.

Then a black dot appeared on the ground, and it quickly enlarged, and the buildings on the ground were engulfed little by little, and the black dot turned into a black tornado, raging into the sky, and the two figures flew out at the same time, and quickly separated.

When he landed, Heavenly Dao Song Que was scarred all over his body, and he vomited blood on the ground.

Ah Qing's sword flew into the sky, three thousand green silks fluttered, and the killing intent was monstrous.

"Father"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi ran in this direction.

Ah Qing's eyes swept over, and the torrent of swords swept over with endless killing intent.

Boom, there was an earth-shattering explosion in the sky, and a purple rainbow ran straight down, crushing countless sharp swords into the dust.

In the purple air, an ape with a body as white as frost and snow, holding a broom, strode out.

"Master"

Ah Qing's murderous intent was gone, and his face was full of joy. Her expression froze as she swept over the broom.