August 15, on the shores of the East China Sea. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

The wind is light, the clouds are light, the sea is wide, and the tide is flat.

The morning sun crosses the sea level, and the sunlight pours through the loopholes in the clouds, lighting up the layers of mist along the coast of the sea, and even more sparkling the endless blue waves.

And on the shore of the East China Sea, tens of thousands of people are distributed separately, at a glance, the crowd of people is several miles in a row, there are people everywhere, the master army of the imperial court and the master rebel army of the martial arts faction have already set up their own positions, and the big war is about to break out! It is on the sea, the buildings and ships are also quietly moored there, row upon row, and the bow and the ship tower are also full of onlookers.

However, although there are many people, but the scene is quiet, the crows are silent, the atmosphere is so depressing that people can't breathe, only the sea breeze sweeps in, rolls the flags of various factions, and everyone hunts with their clothes, and this sound not only does not slightly relieve the depression of the scene, but it seems that the cicada noise forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. The atmosphere before the war is even stronger.

Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the bow of a search boat, whether it was the depressing atmosphere or the sea breeze blowing the sound of hunting, it did not make his face change in the slightest.

On the other side, Gonggong Hai also sat on the Taishi chair with a calm face, holding a cup of tea in his hand, savoring it carefully, as if the next big battle had nothing to do with him.

"Whew!"

The sea breeze was howling, and in addition to the Wudang Seven Heroes standing behind Song Qingshu, they were the heads of various factions, Shaolin was empty, Emei was extinct, and although everyone in Mingjiao Zhang Wuji was calm, they knew from their expressionless faces and heavy breathing that they did not have the slightest confidence in Song Qingshu's decisive battle against Gonggong Hai. It's just that now it's difficult to ride a tiger, and everyone can only support it, so as not to increase the morale of others, destroy their own prestige, and lose people without losing the battle.

A certain moment. Song Qingshu was the first to stand up, and suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on him in an instant, like machine gun fire.

Song Qingshu turned a blind eye to this. The toe is lightly touched on the bow of the boat, and he steps out in one step, with big sleeves like wings and fluttering belts. It is like walking on the ground, and it is like a fairy in the world.

"In the past, the palace was in a war, and I was fortunate to learn peerless martial arts, but unfortunately the time was urgent, and I couldn't get the whole picture by mistake, I don't know if Gonggong Hai can teach me today?"

Song Qingshu's feet were not wet, his clothes were not dusty, he walked on the beach, hugged his fists, and asked softly. Even so, the tens of thousands of people present could hear it clearly, as if it were right in their ears.

When the masters present saw Song Qingshu's knife test, their hearts suddenly sank, just this hand, they knew that Shibei should be impressed for three days.

At the same time, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the other protagonist of today, Hai Gonggong.

At this moment, Grandpa Hai didn't seem to hear it, took a sip of tea comfortably, closed his eyes, and seemed to have a long aftertaste.

Half a ring, before opening his eyes. looked at Song Qingshu expressionlessly, and said lightly, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, do you think you can defeat me if you break through the peak?" or do you think that with some special means." Can you turn the tables around?"

Obviously, Gonggong Hai also heard what Song Qingshu said in Wudang that day, but he scoffed at it, not to mention that he was a first-class master, and if he wanted to make progress, there was no great opportunity. It all depends on the accumulation of time, but Song Qingshu said that he can improve his cultivation in a short time to be on a par with himself, in the eyes of Gonggong Hai, this is a big joke, even if Song Qingshuyan is a means left by Zhang Sanfeng, he also makes up for martial arts such as the disintegration of heavenly demons and yankuai, which has no small limitations.

"Anyway, not to mention that you kidnapped the emperor, the sin is unforgivable, just because you are now the leader of the martial arts, killing you is equivalent to cutting off the soul of the martial arts, for Your Majesty, for the world, you will definitely die today. ”

Gonggong Hai's voice was flat and abnormal, without any ups and downs, as if he was telling an inconsequential story, but when it fell in Song Qingshu's ears, he could sense how powerful the killing intent in Gonggong Hai's heart was.

Obviously, Gonggong Hai thinks that Song Qingshu is a person who disturbs the world and will definitely be killed.

In the face of Hai Gonggong's verdict like the court's judgment, Song Qingshu was not shocked or angry, since he decided to fight with Hai Gonggong in a decisive battle, Song Qingshu naturally made all preparations, including his mind.

The victory or defeat of the master not only depends on whose internal strength is profound, whose martial arts are superior, but also the external conditions such as environment, mood, perseverance, etc.

And the best way to fight is not to mourn the victory of the soldiers, nor to fight endlessly, but to let yourself fall into an absolutely rational situation, which is the best way to fight to the death.

Although Song Qingshu couldn't do this, it was easy not to think about the opponent.

"Life and death are fate, success or failure is in the sky, and my father-in-law is so confident to kill me?" Song Qingshu chuckled, "There are talented people in the country, each leading for hundreds of years, father-in-law, your time has passed, and the era of the Yuan Dynasty has also passed, let me finish you today, and destroy the Yuan Court in the coming day, and restore my Han River and Mountain." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu's whole body was agitated, and an extremely strong pressure instantly diffused, if the previous depression was just a psychological effect, then now everyone is like a drowning person, and the strong pressure makes it difficult for them to breathe.

And with the surging internal force, Song Qingshu's body has also grown out of thin air, and the breath given by the whole person has completely changed.

Obviously, Song Qingshu did his best as soon as he made a move, not only the internal force, but also the dragon elephant and the power of the dragon.

"Kill. ”

Song Qingshu shouted, like a thunderclap out of thin air, his foot stomped heavily on the ground, and the whole person was like a cannonball, launched in an instant, and rushed towards Gonggong Hai.

"Die. ”

Gonggong Hai also shouted loudly, and as soon as he shook his sleeves, everyone saw a flower, and he lost his trace, obviously so fast that it had reached the limit of the human eye.

If Song Qingshu is as domineering as a cannonball, Hai Gonggong is as fast as a laser.

The world's martial arts are invincible, and only fast is not broken.

Although this speed is relative, there is no doubt that Hai Gonggong's speed has reached the peak of the entire martial arts, and even Zhang Sanfeng, who broke through the innate nature, is not as good as him, which is also an important reason why he can pick up a life in Zhang Sanfeng's hands.

Song Qingshu naturally knew a lot about this, and when he saw Gonggong Hai disappearing, even if he closed his eyes, he completely relied on his feelings. Because even if you open your eyes, you can't necessarily see clearly, and you will even be deceived.

But this feeling is different, this is a special sense of crisis when cultivation has reached a high and profound realm, not seeing or hearing, feeling and avoiding danger. (To be continued.) )xh118