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Fang Dongbai is also a generation of martial arts masters, with incomparably rich experience in fighting, I don't know how many times in his life he has broken through from the moment of life and death, and he understood Song Yuanqiao's plan in a moment. Now, he has to admit that Song Yuanqiao, the head of Wudang, seems to be diluted and modest, and has the style of a Confucian gentleman, but he is not a fool, his wisdom is unfathomable, and quietly, he has already made a decision for the current battle.

Moisturizing things silently, imperceptibly, you can push the opponent into a desperate situation, this is also a kind of martial arts wisdom, there is no doubt that Song Yuanqiao's use of this point has been perfected.

"Your Excellency has such swordsmanship, fast as wind and thunder, as fast as lightning, it should not be a nameless person, if you are not mistaken, you should be the eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai back then, but it is a pity that the original beggar gang elder has become a lackey of the Tartars today, which is despicable!"

Song Yuanqiao's tone was calm, but the light in his eyes gradually became fierce, as the head of Wudang, he has some understanding of the martial arts of all sects and factions in the world, and many martial arts masters are even more aware of the words and deeds of Zhang Sanfeng, the great master, in just one confrontation, he saw that the swordsmanship master who fought with him was the eight-armed divine sword Fang Dongbai back then.

It is precisely because of this that Song Yuanqiao felt heartache, the beggar gang has always put loyalty and righteousness first, chivalrous and courageous, but this Fang Dongbai, as the elder of the beggar gang back then, was willing to fall and became a lackey of the Mongolian Tartars, this is simply a scum of martial arts, and everyone will be punished.

"Hmph, how the old man acts, it's not your turn to teach, let's pass today's level first. ”

Song Yuanqiao's words just said Fang Dongbai's pain, today, as a member of the Central Plains martial arts, serving the Mongolian Tatars, the pressure to bear is not trivial, as long as he does not completely lose the conscience in his heart, seeing the brutal rule of the Yuan and Mongolian courts in the land of China, it is impossible to be indifferent, Fang Dongbai will naturally be no exception, but he entered the Ruyang Palace, among which there are many passes, and the rights and wrongs between them are not clear for a while.

Fang Dongbai snorted angrily, urging his internal strength, the long sword in his hand seemed to have a layer of brilliance lingering, and when he came out of the sword, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which was very terrifying.

Sneered, the sword blade cut through layers of air, the sound of the air flow breaking pierced the eardrums, Fang Dongbai's arm trembled, drawing a cloud of phantoms, between the changes in his body style, the human sword was one, and a cold light and lightning stabbed out.

This sword, the edge was dazzling, as fast as thunder, a thunderbolt flashed in the void, and a cold light of the sword tip had already appeared three inches away from Song Yuanqiao's eyebrows.

"Wind and Thunder Sword!"

Fang Dongbai snorted coldly, his tone was cold, with Sen Ran's murderous intent, this sword was his life's master, a sword of wind and thunder, the sword was like wind and thunder, fast and weird, inside and outside, it hit his life's skill, and the power was extraordinary.

Under this sword alone, I don't know how many masters have fallen under the sword for decades, and now in the face of masters like Song Yuanqiao, if Fang Dongbai doesn't come up with the most dazzling means of swordsmanship, today's outcome is really worrying.

"Like thunder and lightning, such a fast sword!"

Song Yuanqiao's heart was awe-inspiring, just the power of this sword, Fang Dongbai was worthy of being an eight-armed divine sword, swordsmanship was like a god, he didn't dare to be careless, his mind moved, the internal force of Wudang Pure Yang Gong flowed in his body, and everything around him was quiet, his ears and eyes were clear, and there was only a touch of cold lightning sword light in his eyes.

As soon as the long sword moved, the rigidity and softness were combined, as if the two instruments were divided, as if there was a black and white sword qi flowing, and a layer of continuous sword circles appeared beside Song Yuanqiao.

Wudang Liangyi swordsmanship!

This is a unique science in Wudang swordsmanship, before Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan sword never appeared, this Liangyi swordsmanship is the supreme art in Wudang swordsmanship.

At this moment, in the hands of Song Yuanqiao, the sword light is pure, the sword intent is beginning to appear, the speed is slow, the movement is appropriate, it seems that the two instruments are differentiated, and the true meaning is long.

A series of continuous trembling sounds, as if layers of lightning appeared in the void, Fang Dongbai's wind and thunder sword, was actually resisted by Song Yuanqiao, this sword god was clear, sensed a sword light in the dark, intercepted it.

Fang Dongbai's color changed in shock, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The peerless sword that gathered the spirit and spirit was cut off like this, and for a swordsman like Fang Dongbai, the blow was self-evident.

Even under the traction of the qi machine, Fang Dongbai's viscera has been injured, Song Yuanqiao is worthy of being Zhang Sanfeng's first apprentice, and his internal swordsmanship has reached the top level, facing a senior master like Fang Dongbai, he can have the upper hand at the last moment. 、

Song Yuanqiao's sword transformed into layers of sword light, blocking Fang Dongbai's wind and thunder sword, the sword momentum was linked, a piece of sword light under his feet, and with a pop, a wisp of blood light splashed out, Fang Dongbai snorted, and a wound a few inches long was cut on his chest by this sword, and blood flowed sideways.

Fang Dongbai sighed in his heart, knowing that he had lost his sharpness today, and no matter how difficult it was to be Song Yuanqiao's opponent, he had already had the intention of retreating.

Tend to be auspicious and avoid evil, for a martial arts master like Fang Dongbai, it is normal, he knows very well that if he continues to fight, with his current state, he will definitely be more auspicious, so he snorted lightly, and his body was longitudinal, and he was about to leave.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed, he would not let the tiger return to the mountain, although he blocked Fang Dongbai's supreme sword just now, but it was not without the slightest danger, it can only be said that it was a little reluctant, if the two of them talked about real kung fu, they were still between the two of them, and they finally had the upper hand today, so they naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory and chase after them, and not give the opponent a chance.

He stepped on his feet and was about to chase and kill, but he heard an exclamation not far away, the voice was familiar, it was the Wudang Seven Heroes Mo Shenggu.

With a sweep of his eyes, Song Yuanqiao saw Mo Shenggu's figure staggering back, and was repelled by an old man in black with a palm.

"That's it. Sighing in his heart, he knew that it was impossible to stay with Fang Dongbai today, and it was impossible to ignore Mo Shenggu's safety no matter what.

A few steps to catch up, Song Yuanqiao's long sword transformed into a group of sword lights, and killed the old man in black, Sen Sen's cold air attacked and killed, the old man was about to continue to shoot at Mo Shenggu, his back was cold, Huo Ran turned around, and saw Song Yuanqiao's bearing, the long sword cut through the air, the tip of the sword came out, the sword contained the true power of the family, and the sword move was hidden in the needle, which was very dangerous.

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao!"

This black-clothed old man was none other than the deer stick guest among the two elders of Xuan Ming, and he also appeared outside the first-line gorge at this time and participated in the attack on the six major factions.

In the face of Song Yuanqiao's sword killing, the deer stick guest didn't dare to be careless, snorted lightly, his palm changed, his footsteps turned, and he slapped it with a palm, and a poof, it landed on the spine of Song Yuanqiao's sword.

The two of them shook their bodies at the same time, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Senior brother, be careful of this old man's Xuanming Divine Palm!"

Mo Shenggu's face was pale, he relieved himself a little, and when he saw Song Yuanqiao coming to help, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and reminded loudly.