The center of the battlefield was full of dust and smoke, but with Yelu Nanxian's eyesight, he could see it clearly, Ouyang Feng spit out the true qi in his mouth, and kicked his feet back, and the person hit Song Qingshu like a heavy cannonball.

Song Qingshu seemed to have a tacit understanding, and waved his palm to greet him, and the afterglow of the real qi just now made the master wolf in the hall unbearable, but the two people in the center of the explosion seemed to have no effect at all, as soon as they fought, they tossed up and down, and you and I fought back and forth for dozens of moves.

Su Quan on the side protected Fang Yi and hid in the corner, and the two women watched the battle in the field without blinking, but with their skills, they couldn't keep up with the movements of the two, only feeling that the two figures were flying up and down, and they were disgusted and disgusted after a few glances, but the two women never looked away, one was worried about the safety of the lover, and the other felt that their fate had been tied to Song Qingshu, for fear that he would die at the hands of Ouyang Feng.

Yelu Nanxian's eyesight is quite clever, although the two of them look at each other back and forth, she has already seen that Song Qingshu is gradually falling into disadvantage.

Although Ouyang Feng, who carried the toad gong, became slower than before, the power of each punch and every kick was almost twice as strong as before, and Song Qingshu had to avoid his edge between responses, but unfortunately Ouyang Feng's moves were slow, but the timing of each move and every style was extremely ingenious, Song Qingshu avoided one move or two moves, but every three or five moves would inevitably face Ouyang Feng head-on.

Yelu Nanxian thought to himself that Huashan Wujue was really extraordinary, this Western Poison was already over half a hundred years old, and he was crazy, and his strength must be a lot worse than his peak, but despite this, his grasp of the timing of his moves, and the connection between moves and moves were simply wonderful. And there are often moves that Yelu Nanxian can see in the clouds, and often after a few moves, he can suddenly realize that it was for this move. In this way, Yelu Nanxian admired Song Qingshu even more, just as the so-called bystanders were fans of the Qing authorities, and she couldn't understand Ouyang Feng's moves when she watched the battle from the sidelines, Song Qingshu was in it, but she could resolve it in time every time, which really made her ashamed.

However, up to now, even Yu Zhenzi and others have seen that Song Qingshu is at a disadvantage, from the beginning of the mutual attack and defense, to the current defense of eight attacks and two, everyone has understood that Song Qingshu is just struggling to support.

"Stinky boy, you have learned a lot of miscellaneous, Wudang, Emei, beggar gang, hey, have you ever learned the Nine Yin True Scripture?" Although Ouyang Feng was crazy, he could clearly see that some of the other party's moves were very close to his own, but because one of the two people was practicing Jiuyin and the other was practicing backwards, Ouyang Feng only felt a little suspicious at first, after all, the moves were not exactly the same. But after fighting hundreds of moves, with his realm, of course, it can be seen that many of the martial arts of the two are actually of the same origin.

"The Nine Yin True Scripture is not a rare commodity. "Unlike when he first got the Nine Yin True Scripture when his strength was low, he was worried that he would be guilty of murder and robbery like Fuwei Dart Bureau, but now Song Qingshu naturally has the confidence to speak out, and he believes that it is more than enough to protect himself with his martial arts.

When Ouyang Feng heard his words, he was immediately furious: "All those who have obtained the Nine Yin True Scripture will die!" roared, and then attacked him.

Song Qingshu was hit by his palm and retreated a few feet before he dissolved the other party's strength, and at the same time, a sense of pride rose in his heart: "Ge Laozi, the tiger is not powerful, you really think I am hellokitty!"

After speaking, he leaned forward and stretched out his hand to pull out the wooden sword behind his back. Ouyang Feng saw that he had all his hair just now, quite powerful, worried that he had something powerful, so he hurriedly spread his anger in front of him, vigilantly guarded, but he didn't know that the other party actually pulled out a wooden sword, and immediately laughed: "I thought it was something powerful, it turned out to be a piece of wood." ”

Hong Antong on the side had suffered a big loss from this wooden sword, and hurriedly reminded: "Mr. Ouyang, be careful that his wooden sword is weird. ”

"Oh?" Although Ouyang Feng was crazy, the instinct of the master was still there, and he soon noticed that Song Qingshu's momentum had changed, and he stood there like a peerless divine weapon, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sword Qi?"

Song Qingshu pinched the sword trick in his hand, with a dragon groan, the wooden sword in his hand turned into a bunch of phantoms, and there was a sound of gold and stone, Song Qingshu's wrist flipped, and the wooden sword was twisted around the wrist for three weeks, and then it came out of the body with the help of force, flying around the body, wandering.

"Leave the swordsmanship!" Song Qingshu attacked Ouyang Feng with one sword and one sword, and everyone in the field was a little dumbfounded, what kind of trick is this?

The others hadn't reacted yet, but the immortal genius who used the sword, Yelu Nanxian, was shocked, could it be that this was the highest level of sword use in the legend - the art of the sword? But this is clearly the art of the legendary immortals.

Song Qingshu naturally doesn't have the ability to take people's heads thousands of miles away with a flying sword, but the inspiration for his creation of zào is indeed based on the swordsmanship in the film and television works of his previous life. Although he didn't have the ability to control the wooden sword from a long distance, he used the qi sword at a distance of several feet around his body, and finally succeeded after countless experiments in the dark.

"What kind of evil art is this!" Ouyang Feng roared again and again, the elusive wooden sword was attached to Song Qingshu's sword qi, as sharp as a divine weapon, and it was also haunted, often attacking from various incredible angles, Ouyang Feng encountered this trick for the first time, and it was quite a wolf to deal with.

It's okay if it's just to deal with this flying sword, with Ouyang Feng's skills, although the wolf bèi, it may not be impossible to dodge, but Song Qingshu's swordsmanship is clever, combined with the various postures of the body when controlling the wooden sword, Song Qingshu has perfectly integrated some of the essence of the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, so Ouyang Feng not only has to face the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon head-on, but also has to guard against the sneak attack of the flying sword.

With Ouyang Feng's grandmaster-level combat experience, he couldn't help but lose ground, just a dozen moves, and there were several swords on his body, but his eyesight was extremely clever and he dodged some fatal attacks, so he only suffered some skin injuries.

"Don't fight, don't fight, this time the old man confessed," Ouyang Feng used all his strength and jumped out of Song Qingshu's attack range, extremely angry, "Stinky boy, if it weren't for the old man's spirit snake staff not on his body, he wouldn't have lost to you." If it was Ouyang Feng, who was sane, he would naturally not be able to bow his head to a junior and admit defeat, but although Ouyang Feng is still unconvinced in his heart, he has no taboo about admitting defeat.

Song Qingshu also understands that Ouyang Feng's name is called Western Poison, and half of his ability is in poison, and now he is crazy, so naturally he doesn't remember to use those weird poison skills, which is equivalent to spending half of his strength. Song Qingshu thought that in the original book, there were two extremely poisonous snakes on Ouyang Feng's spirit snake staff, and Hong Qigong almost lost his martial arts when he was bitten. If the sober Ouyang Feng was fighting with him with a snake staff, and the two poisonous snakes on the head of the staff were waiting for an opportunity, he was really not sure that he would win him.

However, Song Qingshu said quite arrogantly: "Winning is winning, losing is losing, what to do with so many excuses." ”

"I'm so angry," Ouyang Feng was like thunder, "Stinky boy, you wait, the old man will go back and think about it for one night, and he will be able to break your bullshit swordsmanship." ”

Song Qingshu was shocked in his heart, thinking that Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong fought each other at the top of Huashan in the original book, and finally Ouyang Feng broke the beggar gang after a night of thinking, and broke the beggar gang's unique dog stick method, really let him go back and think about it all night, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not break his rough swordsmanship. But soon Song Qingshu woke up to the fact that a set of martial arts should have been tempered thousands of times, but he pinned his hopes on not being broken by his opponent, which was really a mediocre mentality. If Ouyang Feng can really break my swordsmanship, can I still take the opportunity to improve the hidden shortcomings of my swordsmanship, isn't the benefits outweigh the disadvantages?

What's more, tricks are dead, people are alive, there is no sword technique that can't be cracked, only people who can't be cracked. Ouyang Feng's method of cracking is just the method of breaking the move I used today, how can I be stupid and play the same sword technique next time I fight, thinking of this, Song Qingshu smiled and said: "What about waiting for you for one night." ”

"What is the relationship between the old urchin and you? You used the sword in your hand just now, but his hands fought with each other?" Ouyang Feng was pondering when he suddenly asked.

"I don't have anything to do with him, and I don't use my hands to fight. Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment and replied.

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the old naughty boy's apprentice defeated him in everything, he really didn't have the face to mix in the rivers and lakes, he walked to the back hall sullenly, and he didn't look at him when he passed by Hong Antong, all he thought about was Song Qingshu's Laoshizi discord technique and the method of cracking it just now.

Hong Antong's face was pale, he didn't expect that the super reinforcement he found back was actually defeated by Song Qingshu. It turned out that Hong Antong met Ouyang Feng by chance last time, as the leader of the Shenlong Sect, Hong Antong naturally heard the rumors that Ouyang Feng was crazy, and as soon as his mind changed, he used all kinds of means to invite Ouyang Feng to Shenlong Island.

Shenlong Island is full of poisonous snakes, although Ouyang Feng is crazy, but when he sees poisonous snakes, he still feels kind in his bones, so he has stayed on Shenlong Island, and now he is excited by Song Qingshu, and all he thinks about is how to crack his swordsmanship, so in a short time, he is afraid that he will stay on the island.

"Lord Song's miraculous skills are world-famous, and even the Western Poison was defeated by Your Excellency, this seat admires, admires. Although Hong Antong hated Song Qingshu very much in his heart, he was stronger than others, and he didn't dare to turn his face with the other party at this time.

"It seems that you claimed to be my sister's husband just now, and you dared to rob a woman with my son, see that I don't kill you!" Song Qingshu rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush over again.

Hong Antong was shocked, secretly complained, and hurriedly took precautions. Su Quan ran to Song Qingshu at this time, grabbed his arm and said with a smile: "Brother, you heard it wrong, he ...... He's not my husband. ”

"Is that really the case?" Song Qingshu asked as he looked at Hong Antong suspiciously.

Hong Antong saw that Su Quan was quietly glaring at him, and only then did he think that Song Qingshu seemed to be a sign of being in the Dafa of Ecstasy from just now to now, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly said angrily: "Really." ”

"I'll just say, look at his age, when you are a sister, your grandfather is still old, how can it be your husband. Song Qingshu muttered, but his voice was just enough for everyone in the hall to hear.