Chapter 178: Sudden Change

The white clouds float in the water, and the clouds flow freely.

As soon as the 'Rouyun Sword Technique' was unleashed, he saw that the surrounding rivers turned into a trace of mist, and gathered towards Song Qingshu, and after a while, a white cloud formed under Song Qingshu's sword.

The sword light lingers, the clouds and mist gather and disperse, everything seems to be so flowing and flowing, let it be, it seems that this is not a set of swordsmanship, not a method of killing, but the white clouds are leisurely, gathering and scattering at will.

Wei Yixiao was still wondering that Song Qingshu changed his swordsmanship, but as soon as Song Qingshu showed the 'Rouyun Swordsmanship', Wei Yixiao's eyes opened, and the essence burst out, looking like a pervert Yujian beauty, which was very terrifying.

As for Mo Shenggu's eyes, his understanding of the 'Rouyun Sword Technique' was far better than Wei Yixiao's, and he saw more, compared with what he usually cultivated, some of the places that were usually difficult to understand were immediately smooth, and this feeling was as refreshing as drinking good wine that had been cellared for decades, which made Mo Shenggu have the opportunity to open his mouth and howl.

"Good swordsmanship!" Seeing this, Wei Yixiao once again opened his mouth to admire, you must know that masters like them are generally very self-controlled, and they will not open their mouths easily, and they must be sincere, but today Song Qingshu has made him break the exception twice, which shows how much surprise Song Qingshu gave Wei Yixiao today.

People in the rivers and lakes, although they have such and such festivals, disputes, and preferences, the only thing they have in common is that they are happy to see the hunting heart, and they can't help but see the profound and powerful martial arts.

Wei Yixiao was the same, seeing Song Qingshu unfolding, the 'Rouyun Sword Technique' seemed to be a set of defensive sword techniques. He didn't say a word. The figure flashed. instantly appeared on top of Song Qingshu's head, and a palm slashed down.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu turned his swordsmanship, and the white clouds swayed, turning into a barrier.

Wei smiled and pressed his palm on the sword cloud. First felt a soft force to hold up his palm power, as his palm power increased, the softness also increased, it seemed that when he was strong, he was strong, and then when his palm power was exhausted and the new power was not born, a huge force surged towards him from the sword cloud.

"It's a good one, four or two, and use strength to fight. Wei Yixiao discovered the mystery after a little thought, and his body withdrew with great force.

"Okay, sure enough, it was the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. A generation of new people replaces the old, and today it seems that if I don't show some housekeeping skills. I'm afraid I'm still despised by you juniors. As soon as the words fell, he saw that Wei Yixiao's face flashed with bruises, and the whole person also exuded a cold aura.

"Be careful. Wei smiled and reminded, and then turned his hands over, like a knife and axe, and at the same time, before the palm power arrived, a cold breath arrived first, not looking at anything else, but looking at the thin layer of ice that had formed on the river surface, you can know the degree of coldness.

It's a pity that he met Song Qingshu, a freak, so this cold air is destined to be useless. However, the cold qi is useless, but it doesn't mean that Wei Yixiao's palm power is useless, but seeing him flickering his fists and palms, grabbing and grabbing, he is even more capable of changing. At this time, the power of the palm technique was twice as great as before.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to slack off, and ran the 'Rouyun Sword Technique' with all his might, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, like a breeze blowing in his face, like a weak willow supporting the wind, anyway, he just ignored Wei Yixiao's palm power and protected himself by himself.

There was a feeling that I would not move in the storm. In fact, that's right, the most taboo thing about two people fighting is to be affected by others' rhythm, once you fall into someone else's rhythm, then you are not far from defeat.

Wei Yixiao exerted his palm technique with all his might, and the palm power was unpredictable, straight in the horizontal, straight and curved, straight and wishful. When it is light, it is like snowflakes falling, coming and going without a trace, and when it is fast, it is like a storm and lightning, hiding the image of the frozen world, and the cold air is condensed, so that the surrounding gravity seems to increase a lot at once, if you change a person, I am afraid that the action will be much slower.

Moreover, although Song Qingshu is hardy, every time the cold enters the body, it is inevitable to move, and at this time, Wei Yixiao's attack is like a thunderstorm. Fortunately, the 'Rouyun Sword Technique' did not live up to Song Qingshu's expectations, although Wei Yixiao's attack was shattering, but the sword defense was still leaky.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and Mo Shenggu was dazzled by the sidelines, almost losing his rhythm. At the same time, there was also a faint sense of loss in his heart, after all, although Song Qingshu had a good relationship with him, he was still his uncle no matter what he said, and now his nephew's skills are far higher than that of his uncle, how can you make him not feel embarrassed. If you meet a jealous person, I am afraid that disaster will be born.

But Mo Shenggu is not that kind of person, after thinking about it, Song Qingshu is the head disciple of the Wudang faction, the first disciple of the three generations, Wudang will be handed over to him sooner or later in the future, the better his martial arts, the better Wudang, this is the successor of Wudang, so thinking about it, Mo Shenggu's mood is better again, but he is still very worried about Song Qingshu, after all, he is fighting against the famous Qingyi Bat King on the rivers and lakes, and now Song Qingshu is the treasure of Wudang, if he is seriously injured in front of his eyes, how to explain to his brothers when he goes back.

No matter what Mo Shenggu was thinking, but in the middle of the field, Wei Yixiao saw that he had been fighting for so long, and he couldn't take a junior like Song Qingshu, which made his face a little unbearable. Even if he used his full strength to exert the 'Cold Ice Palm', he couldn't help him, Wei Yixiao couldn't help but appreciate Song Qingshu from simple appreciation, after all, even when he was his age, he was far from the same.

However, admiration is admiration, let a junior force himself to this point, he still can't wipe his face, and he was thinking about whether to perform a trick, suddenly, Wei Yixiao's face stiffened, and he trembled all over his body, as if he was convulsive, and fell straight into the river.

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this, "It's over, I'm sick again, it's really heaven that wants to kill me." This is how he feels at this time, he has lived all his life and has not died in the hands of the enemy, but Zuihou is going to be buried in this river, which can be regarded as an irony. As for whether Song Qingshu and the two would save themselves, Wei Yixiao didn't think about it at all, just now he was fighting with someone to the death, and in a blink of an eye, he wanted others to save him, but Wei Yixiao was very tough, even if he died, he didn't have this idea of asking for help. It's just a pity that he was a hero, and in the end he actually died like this, but he was a little unwilling. Even if he died in the hands of Song Qingshu, it was better than drowning.

"Boom!"

The sound of falling water made Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu look at each other, one was still defending with all his might just now, and the other was watching from the sidelines, what is the situation now, is he damned, or is he crazy?

Regarding Wei Yixiao's sudden appearance, Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu did not react for a while. (To be continued......)