Seeing this, Wu Sheng had no choice but to put his foot on the ground a little, his body churned in the air, and gently fell on Song Qingshu's back, and then fell backwards, taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of the sword.

In the face of Wu Sheng's unexpected move, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry, and put the sword back a gear, and with a "bell", the two of them collided with their swords, and there was no next move, and time seemed to be frozen from here.

After a while, the two separated, looking at the place a little breathlessly, Wu Sheng's heart suddenly felt a little tired, just now he fought with Song Qingshu, it seemed ordinary, but he had done his best, even extraordinary, if he made a slight mistake, this duel would be lost by him.

He didn't expect that Song Qingshu's strength would be so strong, and he saw him in the movie with ordinary shots and mediocre swordsmanship, but when he faced it in the real world, Wu Sheng felt a strong pressure.

I have to admit that Wu Sheng really underestimated Song Qingshu's strength in his heart, he really shouldn't underestimate the martial arts of the supporting characters in the original book, although it seems that no matter how much they toss, they can't kill the protagonist or even be washed, but it doesn't mean that their martial arts are poor.

Feeling a pressure from Song Qingshu made Wu Sheng feel very happy in his heart, because his serial life-killing sword technique had a good chance to break through in this duel, and his realm had reached the early stage of Xiaocheng.

"Go on." After resting for about half a pot of tea, Wu Sheng walked up with the dustless sword, licked the corners of his somewhat dry mouth, stepped on the ground with light skills, and then said.

"Okay." Song Qingshu also felt that he had rested enough, the gaze of his eyes suddenly became sharp, and with a single step, he stabbed out a sword, and then trembled the sword body, shaking out three silver light sword flowers.

A silver light flashed in Wu Sheng's eyes, making him blink involuntarily, and then found that Song Qingshu's sword had arrived in front of him, although he didn't dare to kill himself in the Wudang faction, but he "didn't pay attention for a while" and injured himself, and the Wudang Seven Heroes would not punish him.

Because it is understandable that martial artists learn from each other and accidentally injure their hands, feet and feet, others will not take it to heart and think that one of them is intentional.

But Wu Sheng clearly felt that Song Qingshu was hiding his malice in his heart, although he didn't dare to kill himself, but looking at the sword momentum of his sword, he was going to stab himself in the shoulder, and it would not be good in a month or two.

In the face of this sword, he didn't have any idea of dodging at all, nor did he want to use other martial arts to catch it, if he could catch this sword, he would have a chance to make a breakthrough, and if he couldn't catch it, he would be injured.

As the so-called if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, Wu Sheng is forcing himself, if he doesn't break through, he will lie in bed for a while, people are actually a strange creature, if they don't force themselves, they can't break through their own limits.

"Ah~~~" Wu Sheng roared angrily, as if he had concentrated all the strength of his body into his hands, and then used an extremely strange sword, only to see him slash from top to bottom, the long sword was like a knife, the silver light was shining, splitting mountains and breaking stones.

The trick used by Wu Sheng was the "Straight Split Huashan" in the serial life-killing sword technique, a sword broke Song Qingshu's direct stab, and actually slashed the blade of the sword in his hand, forcing his sword to the ground.

In fact, Wu Sheng was able to use this trick, it was completely luck, with a sword to cut someone else's blade, this is a small chance to do, at this time he was able to do it, maybe he went back to buy a lottery ticket now, maybe he could win the first prize three times in a row.

However, using this move, he gathered all his essence, qi, and spirit, and then wanted to cut Song Qingshu's sword blade, it was like it was difficult to climb to the sky, and Wu Sheng felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue from his body, as if he had fought with people for three days and three nights, and he had never rested.

Although he felt very tired physically, Wu Sheng's heart was ecstatic, because he felt that after using this move, the bottleneck of the sword technique had already had a few cracks, and there was a good chance to break through today.

Although Wu Sheng wanted to continue fighting with Song Qingshu, his body and spirit still had the feeling of the sword just now, and the chance of breaking through would be greatly increased, but the fatigue of his body told him that he could no longer fight.

Song Qingshu saw that Wu Sheng was constantly panting, sweat flowing to his mouth, looking exhausted, and an unprecedented sense of jealousy arose in his heart.

The sword just now, he also felt that Wu Sheng's sword momentum was not the same as the sword just now, and he vaguely had a little bit of Xiaocheng's appearance, he was only practicing for a few days, how could he reach Xiaocheng quickly.

The flame of jealousy burned in Song Qingshu's eyes, he was originally dissatisfied with Wu Sheng, and now he began to want him to die, as long as he died, he could keep his title of the first disciple of the third generation of the Wudang faction.

Continue to let him cultivate, and in less than a few months, I will be defeated in his hands, and the title of the first person of the Wudang faction will be taken away by him, Song Qingshu looked at Wu Sheng, and a fierce killing intent suddenly appeared in his heart.

However, under Song Yuanqiao's teaching, Song Qingshu's forbearance was not bad, he didn't start at this moment, he put away the killing intent in his eyes, and held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly an idea appeared in his mind.

"Senior brother, it won't be too fast to run out of strength, don't let senior brother look down on you, look at the sword." Song Qingshu looked at Wu Sheng with disdain, said in a sarcastic tone, and suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

Song Qingshu wanted to "accidentally" stab Wu Sheng and let him lie on the big bed for two months, and then he would execute Jihua and drive him out, so that he could continue to maintain the name of the first disciple of the third generation of the Wudang faction.

In fact, Wu Sheng had sensed the killing intent on Song Qingshu's body just now, although his body was extremely tired, he had already grasped the sword in his hand and was ready to fight back, but he didn't make a move.

Now he saw that he was exhausted, not only did he make sarcastic remarks, he wanted to provoke his self-esteem, and without waiting for his answer, he immediately took out his sword, but what made Wu Sheng wonder in his heart was that Song Qingshu did not have much killing intent in his heart, and he didn't want to kill himself now.

Although he didn't understand Song Qing's book, Wu Sheng was not a person who could be caught with his hands tied, barely supporting his tired body, and counterattacking and defending against his sword moves. After a few rounds, Wu Sheng found that Song Qingshu's sword did not stab at his vital point, but instead beckoned to his hands and feet and other parts that would not harm his life.

He wanted to stab himself, Wu Sheng finally understood Song Qingshu's intentions at this time, but he was still confused that he wanted to do this, and he didn't understand his thoughts. Wu Sheng faced every sword of Song Qingshu's extreme speed, he could only reluctantly defend, and the more he fought, the more he felt that he was very embarrassed, just a supporting role embarrassed himself, so how could he challenge the protagonist, even a villain with strong martial arts or even a grandmaster-level martial artist.

Therefore, he is constantly squeezing his potential, quickly running the internal force in the body meridians, from basically defending to an offensive style of play, even regardless of his own injury.

Regarding Wu Sheng's transformation, Song Qingshu was very puzzled in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what he was doing at all, but he was very happy, because it was difficult to break through his defense line just now, and now, he could already see the flaws in the sword.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure froze, his right foot stepped forward slightly, and the sword stretched forward.

The sword light was like lightning, and it was in front of you in the blink of an eye.

An extremely powerful sword momentum pressed on Wu Sheng's body, this was another sword move he had never seen before, although he didn't know what kind of sword technique this move was, but this move gave him the feeling that it was extremely powerful.

He obviously knew that Song Qingshu would not kill him at this time, but a chill from hell always surrounded his heart, and it seemed that in the next second, his chest would be pierced.

For some reason, he found that Song Qingshu's movements became very slow and slow, like he was watching slow motion in a movie.

Wu Sheng didn't notice it at all, he saw everything around him, he would feel very slow, as if he had a fast and slow remote control, and he could choose the speed of things in time.

But he didn't pay attention to it at all, but was concentrating on observing Song Qingshu stabbing this sword, every movement, every step, he remembered it in his heart, and Wu Sheng even felt that he would not forget this picture in the future.

After a breath, the things in his eyes returned to the way they were just now, as if Shijie was joking with him just now, slowing everything down.

"Kendo physique, it turned out to be a one-in-a-million kendo physique, no wonder he would give up other martial arts and just want to learn swordsmanship, no wonder he has such a high talent in the plane where martial arts are completely declining, it turns out that this is the case." The assistant saw Wu Sheng's scene, and said with a little surprise in his tone.

The right foot stepped forward slightly, the sword momentum was constantly rising, and Wu Sheng also stabbed out a sword.

This move was imitated by Wu Sheng after carefully observing Song Qingshu, but when it was his turn to be powerful, it would definitely be too late, but he could barely block it, so as not to fall to the point of being injured.

The sound of "bell" was heavier than before, and the sound was made by the collision of the two swords, and the two of them felt that the sword in their hands was constantly being calmed, making their right hands feel a sense of paralysis.

Compared to Wu Sheng's doubts, Song Qingshu's eyes revealed an extremely surprised expression, he didn't expect that he would not be able to defeat the other party if he used this move, and the other party would also use this move.

"Damn." Song Qingshu scolded secretly and held his right hand, hoping that the paralysis would disappear quickly.

And Wu Sheng unknowingly felt that his serial life-killing sword technique would break through, and finally reached the early stage of Xiaocheng, and he was also very puzzled by the feeling just now.

Now is not the time to think about these things, it is better to make a breakthrough in swordsmanship, it is better to hurry up and stabilize it, and in front of him, there is a very haode opponent who can give guidance to his swordsmanship.

After the paralysis of his right hand passed, Wu Sheng raised the dustless sword and stabbed at Song Qingshu, since he wanted to stab himself, it was really unreasonable not to give back.

And the paralysis in Song Qingshu's hand was also healed, and he picked up the sword in his hand and started a battle with Wu Sheng, and the two fought back and forth for several rounds.

Although Wu Sheng felt that his swordsmanship had broken through, and he didn't have as much difficulty fighting with Song Qingshu as he did just now, if he wanted to win him, he still had to go through a hard fight.

But Wu Sheng didn't want to defeat Song Qingshu at this time, because he had to learn Song Qingshu's serial life-killing sword technique in the midst of the two fighting, because he had cultivated this sword technique much longer than himself, so his understanding was also a little deeper.

While fighting with Song Qingshu, Wu Sheng was secretly learning his serial life-killing swordsmanship, not only rapidly increasing his actual combat experience, but also honing his swordsmanship.