Chapter 42 than the Dou Mosheng Valley

In the square outside Zixiao Palace, all the disciples scattered in all directions, leaving a place in the middle.

Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu stood in the center of the square.

"Please also ask Uncle Seventh for advice!" Song Qingshu said with a fist clenched. But although he said that, not only the Wudang Seven Heroes, but even all the disciples could see that Song Qingshu wanted to compete with Mo Shenggu Dao Real Gun. This sentence is solemn, but it does not mean to ask for advice with an open mind at all, it is purely serious.

In fact, the reason why Song Qingshu wanted to go this time was that he wanted to see what was going on in this matter.

After all, there is no such scene in the original book, Zhang Cuishan and his wife committed suicide at Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet a long time ago, and the tragedy in Butterfly Valley also happened some time later than now.

And now that Zhang Cuishan and his wife are not dead, and a master has emerged to attack them and seriously injure them, and now their whereabouts are unknown, so Song Qingshu wants to go and see it in person.

Another one is that Song Qingshu wants to try how his current martial arts are, although he thinks that he is no worse than Yin Liuxia and Mo Qixia, but there is no comparison, and his heart is still steady.

Now before going down the mountain, with such a good opportunity, Song Qingshu must of course take advantage of it.

"Good boy, let me try how many catties and taels you have now!" For this Song Qingshu, who practiced martial arts with him, was called uncle and nephew, and was actually a senior brother, he actually dared to challenge himself now, Mo Shenggu felt that his majesty had been challenged, and he needed to teach Song Qingshu a lesson and let him know that he was not easy to mess with.

"So, let's get started. Song Qingshu ignored Mo Shenggu's words and said lightly.

"In that case, you can make a move. "Although I want to teach Song Qingshu a lesson, I am my uncle after all, so I should let Song Qingshu make the first move.

"Good. Song Qingshu didn't shirk either, his eyes flashed, and as soon as his right hand was raised, the three-foot Qingfeng Sword had already been slashed.

"It's good to come!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu had already made a move, Mo Shenggu also drew his sword out of the sheath. A stunning sword light flew up, and the imagination was wild.

Ding!

The sword light was agitated, and a blue light and a white light suddenly intertwined, and then separated.

"Rouyun Sword Technique. Song Qingshu just glanced at it, and he could see that what Mo Shenggu was using was the Rouyun Sword Technique.

Song Qingshu has also practiced this swordsmanship, and knows that he is soft and strong, light and agile, and has strong true power in it.

For this kind of swordsmanship, the most haode way is to break it with force, but Song Qingshu did not learn heavy sword swordsmanship, and his internal strength is inferior to Mo Shenggu, so it is obviously impossible to use this method.

But despite this, Song Qingshu still has a method, that is, the fast sword, the so-called invincible in the world, invincible, only fast and unbreakable.

Song Qingshu's wrist flicked, and the sword light skyrocketed. Like a galloping roaring, mighty river rushed over. Sword after sword, endlessly, layer upon layer, to break down Mo Shenggu.

"What. Seeing that Song Qingshu's swordsmanship speed suddenly skyrocketed, Mo Shenggu couldn't help but be taken aback, and before he had time to think about it, the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate came out.

The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate specialize in the wrist Shenmen acupoint, which was used by Yin Li Pavilion against the Five Phoenix Swords in the original book. Created by Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang faction. There are a total of thirteen moves, each of which is different, but all of them are stabbed by the divine points of the enemy's wrists. The Shenmen acupoint is at the end of the bone behind the palm, and after the enemy is hit by the sword, the palm can no longer exert any strength. In the original work, Yin Liting, the six heroes of Wudang, used this sword to easily make more than ten people of the Sanjiang Gang remove the sword in their wrists.

For the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate, Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless, this swordsmanship, angrily turned into a sword, and stabbed directly at the Divine Gate, and the thirteen swords were as fast as a sword. When used, it can unleash a swift and incoherent hit at the target.

However, it is obvious that Mo Shenggu has not practiced this sword technique to the fullest, and the speed of sword production is not as fast as Song Qingshu.

Soon, Song Qingshu used his fast sword to disrupt his rhythm. Taking advantage of Mo Shenggu's stunned moment, the sword move changed, but he performed the finger-twisting soft sword technique, winding Mo Shenggu's sword and throwing it again.

The sword in Mo Shenggu's hand involuntarily flew out and stuck on the stone wall on the side.

"This kid's swordsmanship is so powerful, I thought he was arrogant, but I didn't expect it to be blind, and sure enough, there are no three, two, three, how dare you go to Liangshan. Although Mo Shenggu didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he had lost to Song Qingshu in swordsmanship.

"His strong swordsmanship does not mean that he is also strong in other aspects, especially in terms of internal strength, but he used his own shortcomings to attack his strengths!" Mo Shenggu thought of this, and waved his hands, but he used a tiger grip.

"What a fast speed!" Wudang Seven Heroes and the others, who were standing on the sidelines and watching, opened their mouths in surprise when they saw this scene, they didn't expect Song Qingshu's swordsmanship to be so fast, even if they went up by themselves, they might only be able to compete with Mo Shenggu with deep internal strength.

"Good boy, I said how can he be so confident, I see. Yin Liting couldn't help but sigh when he saw Song Qingshu knocking Mo Shenggu's sword away, "With this swordsmanship, I'm not as good as him." ”

"It's just a trick. When Song Yuanqiao saw this scene, although he was happy about Song Qingshu's progress, he still said lightly.

The other people didn't speak, they looked at each other and smiled, all knowing the situation of the father and son.

In the field, Song Qingshu saw Mo Shenggu exert a tiger grip, first raised his eyebrows, and then understood.

It turned out that Mo Shenggu was not a desperate tiger gripper improved by Wudang Erxia Yu Lianzhou, but a tiger gripper founded by Zhang Sanfeng.

In fact, Song Qingshu's worries were superfluous, if Mo Shenggu dared to use a desperate tiger grasp on Song Qingshu, I am afraid that Yu Lianzhou would not be able to spare him first.

You must know that Yu Lianzhou, the second hero of Wudang, thought that the tiger claw hand might not be captured as soon as he caught it, so he created twelve new moves from it, but it was a trick to take people's waist and eyes, which could make the enemy lose the yin and the heir.

He showed it to his master. After Zhang Sanfeng saw it, he said to Yu Lianzhou that he hit people with all his moves, and he wanted people to cut off their children and grandchildren, so he was really sorry for the prestige of the Wudang faction. Yu Lianzhou was ashamed on the spot after hearing this. Now if he dares to use it on Song Qingshu, hehe

Although Mo Shenggu's idea is quite haode, how could Song Qingshu let him get his wish?

Song Qingshu's sword is faster than the other, and it is already easy to get to the back, so there is no need to split and crack it again in the sea of knowledge, purely relying on feeling. It seems that there are no moves at all, but it is just so fast that a sword stab affects Mo Shenggu's attack, so that Mo Shenggu has to go according to his predetermined routine.

At this point, a discerning person can know at a glance that Mo Shenggu has lost.

Song Qingshu's figure flickered, separated into two figures, and at the same time raised his sword and slashed towards Mo Shenggu.

"Two figures, not phantoms, can't be distinguished?" Mo Shenggu said.

"See the flowers in the fog!"

The blurred sword light flashed, and Mo Shenggu only felt a chill on his neck, and then he found that Song Qingshu had already put the sword on his body.

At this point, the winner has been decided!