Song Que made a move.

This trick can only be described in a quick word.

The naked eye can only see the light and shadow flashing, and the heavenly sword has already come out of its sheath and turned into a lightning-like rainbow, slashing through the void and slamming towards Song Xuan!

The sword intent is soaring, the knife qi is vertical and horizontal, under the knife, life and death are broken, even the great master is difficult to dodge, only the front is hard, there is a trace of vitality.

And at the moment when Song Que took out the sword, Song Xuan also made a move.

The Xuantie heavy sword slashed out with one sword, seemingly ordinary and uneventful, but in an instant, it seemed to contain a thousand changes, and thousands of sword moves were all contained in one sword!

Sonor!

The swords collided, making a violent metal friction sound, at this moment, the entire world seemed to be frozen, and even the light was completely confined together, in the field of vision of the Song family and others, the heaven and earth became pitch black, and everyone lost even their sense of direction.

The next moment, the light dissipated, the darkness in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the light returned to the world.

Everyone looked around, but when they saw Song Que holding a long knife, the whole person flew back upside down like catkins, and scratched more than ten zhang of cracks on the ground before stopping the retrogressive force.

"I lost!"

Song Que stuck the long knife on the ground, his face was incredible.

In the decisive battle of the master, it is very common to divide the victory and defeat with one move, but it has always been him who divides the winner with a sword, and this is the first time that he has encountered someone else's sword to divide the winner and loser.

"You cultivate, it's not true qi!"

Song Xuan's jaw bowed, "It's really not true anger!" ”

"You don't have the will to martial arts, and you don't take the path of martial arts, but your spiritual power is extremely condensed, and you can even suppress my sword intent, but the divine consciousness recorded by the ancient Taoist qi practitioners?"

Song Xuan smiled: "Yes, I am an immortal cultivator!" ”

Cultivating immortals is only a general statement, to be precise, Song Xuan took the original kendo path that was most suitable for his own qualifications after the combination of martial arts and immortal dao.

This path is still in its infancy, but even so, the Five Elements Sword Yuan combined with the Xuantie Heavy Sword, a magic weapon, is far from being able to compete with the great martial arts masters of this world.

The strongest martial arts master is the martial will, such as Song Que's sword intent, and the killing qi is like a death knife that cracks out from the nine shadows.

Before the knife arrives, the sword intent arrives first, which can instantly destroy and collapse the opponent's spirit, causing the enemy to lose its combat effectiveness in an instant.

But unfortunately, what he met was Song Xuan, who had opened up the ancestral knot of the eyebrows and cultivated his divine sense.

I dare not say that the Immortal Dao must be stronger than the Martial Dao, the Great Dao is three thousand, and the cultivation reaches the advanced stage, and it is difficult to distinguish between the Dao and the Dao.

But at least at this stage, Song Que in the realm of the Great Grandmaster, the will of the martial arts has been unable to resist Song Xuan's divine sense defense at all.

In the case that the will of the martial arts does not have any advantage, facing each other head-on, Song Xuan's Five Elements Sword Yuan is simply a crushing blow to the true qi.

Just with a sword, the great master of martial arts, the heavenly sword Song Que was defeated.

If it weren't for Song Xuan's intention to accept this person as a subordinate, otherwise he would make up for a sword, and Song Que would definitely die!

"It's not unjust to lose to the immortal cultivator!"

In fact, his heavenly sword has a total of nine styles, one knife is stronger than the other, if he can crack out the ninth knife, the power of the nine knives will be merged into one sword, Song Que feels that his strongest knife should be able to touch Song Xuan's previous sword head-on.

But, it doesn't make sense anymore.

The first knife was defeated, if it is a life-and-death fight, who will give you the opportunity to continue to play the knife to gain momentum?

Song Xuan didn't continue to make up for the sword, which was already a great face for him, the great master.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and patting the dust on his body, Song Que got up, carried the long knife behind him, and bowed to Song Xuan.

"Minister, Song Que, on behalf of the Lingnan Song family, is willing to submit to His Majesty!"

Song Xuan nodded with satisfaction.

It is true that this Song Que is a martial idiot, but this person is not stupid, and his ability to judge the situation is also extremely strong, which can be seen from his extremely decisive drawing a line with Fan Qinghui back then.

"You are a great grandmaster, you don't need so many courtesies!" Song Xuan politely said.

However, Song Que shook his head solemnly and said: "Before, it was a battle between the strong, but now, it is a formal meeting between monarchs and ministers, and the ceremony cannot be abolished!" ”

Song Xuan was as kind as a stream, and said approvingly: "Song Qing has a heart!" ”

After the ceremony, Song Zhi, the number two person in the Song family, and Song Shidao, the eldest son of Song Que, also stepped forward one after another to meet His Majesty the new emperor.

After seeing each other, Song Que said: "Your Majesty's new emperor has ascended the throne, but there are still a lot of rebels in this world, I don't know if Your Majesty needs my Song family to send troops to exterminate bandits?" ”

Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "You can prepare first, and when my will is issued, you can send troops!" ”

"Yes!"

Song Yuan's head should be, pondered for a while, and said: "Throughout Your Majesty's entry into the world, you have challenged all the masters in the world all the way, and next, but you have to fight with that scattered Ning Daoqi?" ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Yes!"

"Ning Dodge is no match for you!"

"I know!"

Song Xuan was not polite this time.

If his divine sense had not been condensed before, the great grandmaster's martial arts will would have some influence on him, and if he wanted to defeat a great grandmaster, Song Xuan would have to spend a lot of effort.

But now that the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows has been opened, the divine consciousness has been formed, and the will of the martial arts has no longer affected him.

Even, with the continuous condensation and strengthening of the divine sense, he can use the divine sense as a means to suppress the great grandmaster at the spiritual level in the future, and at that time, the great grandmaster will be easy for him to kill!

While the two were talking, Song Que suddenly frowned, and his eyes looked in a certain direction in the distance.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to deal with this person?"

In the direction of his eyes, an old man with a long beard, a simple and simple face, and a blue brocade robe made his figure as majestic as a mountain, and with an elegant and dusty demeanor.

This person is the number one great master in the world, Daomen Sanren, Ning Daoqi.

Song Xuan smiled, this person should have come to Shu a long time ago, it is estimated that he expected that he would inevitably have a battle with Song Que, hiding in the dark and watching, Bacheng still has the intention of sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It's just a pity that the duel between Song Xuan and Song Que ended too quickly, and Ning Daoqi was not given a chance to plan at all.

Song Xuan rose into the air, stood in mid-air, looked at the figure of the old man, and said, "Since Daoyou is here, why don't you show up and see it?" ”

Ning Daoqi was silent for a moment, as if he was looking at Song Xuan, and his eyes showed a contemplative look.

Then, he chuckled, his body flickered, and dozens of afterimages appeared in the void, like a whimsical unrestrained, like a leisurely ride on the clouds, and the flying dragon of the imperial qi was wonderful.

Song Xuan looked at it and sighed secretly.

Such a carefree and carefree person, but he has to be a licking dog, which really tarnishes the reputation of Taoism!