After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he went outside, Yang Xiao followed closely, the two of them went out of Xifeng Town one after the other, and Song Qingshu led Yang Xiao to run until he was on a barren mountain not far from Xifeng Town before stopping.

Yang Xiao looked around and said, "You are kind-hearted, at this time, you can still think of the people." ”

Song Qingshu smiled faintly and said, "This matter is a grudge between you and me, what does it have to do with the people?

The power of the artistic conception of the master of the hidden realm can already faintly affect the real space, if the two of them do it at Li Shanchang's house, one of them will not be able to stop, not to mention that small courtyard, even the entire Xifeng Town will be wiped out! Song Qingshu didn't want to hurt the innocent, so he took Yang Xiao to this barren mountain.

Yang Xiao said indifferently: "Okay, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and it is suitable to be a place for you to bury your bones!"

Song Qingshu smiled lightly and said: "If there are unsatisfactory things in the world, nine times out of ten, Yang Zuo should not be too optimistic." ”

Yang Xiao snorted coldly, said no more, and with a pair of palms, he attacked Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu did not back down, and also palmed his hands and greeted him.

Song Qingshu used the eighteen palms of the dragon, this set of palms to the yang, after Song Qingshu broke through the artistic conception of the red sun, he soon realized that compared with the four sets of swordsmanship created by himself, this set of palms is more suitable for the power of the artistic conception of the red sun.

The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending are the best in the world, although they are not as suitable for Song Qingshu as the four sets of swordsmanship, but they are better in terms of power. Moreover, the artistic conception of the red sun is the evolution of the yang attribute formed by the fusion of wind and fire. If Song Qingshu wants to use his self-created swordsmanship to promote artistic conception, he must at least fuse the swordsmanship of the two attributes of wind and fire into the Zhiyang swordsmanship.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending were extremely fierce, and Song Qingshu waved his palms sharply, one palm was as fast as a palm, and one palm was as fierce as a palm. The palms were connected, surging and surging, hitting Yang Xiao like a great river of the Yangtze River.

On the other hand, Yang Xiao did not show weakness, his body was erviant, his palm technique changed, and he always hit Song Qingshu from an unexpected angle.

If it is said that Song Qingshu's eighteen palms of dragon descent are the most rigid and yang, then this Yang Xiao's palm technique is the most yin and soft! Song Qingshu made a strong attack, but he couldn't help Yang Xiao at all!

Song Qingshu knew in his heart that Yang Xiao couldn't do anything with the eighteen palms of the dragon descending alone, and he didn't say that the martial arts used by Yang Xiao were not inferior to the eighteen palms of the dragon, even if they were slightly worse by one or two levels, they would not play a role.

The martial arts mastered by the masters of the hidden realm have all been cultivated to the realm of the Great Perfection, and even some flaws have already been repaired. There is no strongest martial arts in the world, only the most suitable martial arts, and the strongest people!

At the moment, there was not much to say, between the waves of the palms, the heaven and the earth suddenly changed, and a huge red sun rose from the east, releasing immeasurable light, the red sun was rising, and its way was bright!

Yang Xiao's eyes narrowed, feeling the scorching temperature in the artistic conception of the red sun, and he was faintly familiar. Suddenly startled, he shouted: "It turns out that the master who broke through the hidden realm in Xifeng Town yesterday was you!"

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and said, "Can you detect my breakthrough through the hidden realm?"

Yang Xiao was stunned and asked: "Didn't Zhang Sanfeng tell you that when you break through the hidden realm, the artistic conception will faintly interfere with reality." The innate masters of hundreds of miles around can detect it. If it is a master who cultivates the same kind of martial arts as you, he can detect it from thousands of miles away!"

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know what to do, the main reason was that his cultivation had entered the realm too fast, not to mention others, even he himself didn't expect it. Yes, Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and others didn't have time to tell him.

However, at this time, Song Qingshu would not say that he didn't know the Dao, he snorted coldly and said, "What about knowing the Dao? I don't know what about the Dao? Anyway, it won't affect the result!"

Yang Xiao laughed when he heard this, and said: "Boy, I really shouldn't praise you for being brave, or scold you for being stupid! The old man has been in the hidden realm for ten years, and you have just entered the hidden realm, and if you fight with me now, you are simply looking for your own death!

After Yang Xiao finished speaking, he waved his hands, and in an instant, the blood waves were monstrous, and ten thousand ghosts cried, which was the bloody artistic conception that evolved with the artistic conception of water!

Song Qingshu was secretly shocked in his heart, and thought: "This Yang Xiao is worthy of being a member of the Demon Sect, looking at a righteous face, like a well-educated person, he didn't expect that the artistic conception was actually a bloody artistic conception, and he really regarded human life as a mustard!"

It seems that Mingjiao is not wronged to be called the Demon Sect, every righteous slaughter of dogs, although most of the people in Mingjiao are righteous, but among them, there are no longer a few sinister and despicable people!"

With a slight wave of Yang Xiao's hand, the rolling blood river was mixed with countless yin spirits and swept towards the red sun, Song Qingshu was startled, and hurriedly urged the red sun to release boundless flames, white sparks scattered and flew in all directions, and countless blood and water were evaporated before they could get close, and the countless yin souls were also powerless in the face of this supreme yang flame, and their souls were scattered in an instant.

Yang Xiao's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "I can't see that you still have a bit of Taoism, this artistic conception is actually the evolution of the Zhiyang artistic conception that comes from the fusion of wind and fire, but unfortunately, the Zhiyang Nine Folds, you only have a 'pure' word!

As he spoke, he saw that the boundless sea of blood in his artistic conception began to condense, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into countless blood-colored ice arrows, each of which was one meter long and one foot thick. With the sound of whirring wind flutes, the ice arrows shot towards the red sun.

The sparks fell on the ice arrows, although the ice arrows melted slightly, but they could not have much impact, one by one the ice arrows were fiercely inserted into the red sun, and the ferocious force made the ice arrows insert the red sun into holes one by one, and in a blink of an eye, the red sun was full of holes.

Song Qingshu was secretly shocked: "This Yang Xiao really deserves to be a master of the hidden realm for ten years, and his use of artistic conception is not comparable to himself as a rookie." Compared with his precise manipulation, he is still at the level of rushing up.

If he is an elite unit, he can be regarded as a rabble at best! But what does he mean by the Nine Layers of the Sun? Is there also a hierarchy of artistic conceptions?"

Song Qingshu pressed his forehead, only feeling confused. A wry smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, his time in Wudang was too short, and his skills were progressing too fast, and his knowledge reserves really couldn't keep up.

Although when he left Pingwu, Song Yuanqiao popularized the common sense of innate masters to him, but it was only at the level of blood training. At the level of practice, Song Yuanqiao himself has not yet reached it, and there are not many people who know the Tao.

Song Qingshu secretly made up his mind in his heart, when the matter here is over, he must go back to Wudang and go to Zhang Sanfeng to recharge his batteries, with such a big master by his side, he is really sorry for him!

Yang Xiao saw that his ice arrow pierced Song Qingshu's red sun one by one, and suddenly laughed and said: "Boy, I know the gap between you and me! Your artistic conception is about to be shattered, and the next thing is to be slaughtered, I advise you to think about what you have to say!"