Song Qingshu turned around and asked Song Yuanqiao to take the move first.

Song Yuanqiao did not hesitate at all. He just stabbed directly into Song Qingshu's chest with one move. Song Qingshu also used the cruel and weird style of the evil-proof sword technique, which made Song Yuanqiao feel in a hurry.

But Song Yuanqiao has profound skills after all, and with rich experience, he can clearly resist Song Qingshu's evil-proof sword technique after a set of sword techniques.

In comparison, Song Qingshu's skills are much worse than Song Yuanqiao. Even though Zeng Yunfeng used the quick success method to improve Song Qingshu's martial arts skills a lot, in terms of skills, Zeng Yunfeng could not help him improve rapidly.

Song Qingshu held the sword in his hand and felt the sword in his hand shaking constantly, the tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and the Wudang sword technique was dense and heavy, continuous. Song Qingshu became more and more frightened the more he beat.

Zhao Min said in Zhang Wuji's ear: "You should rest assured now. You, Master, have a deep skill, and Song Qingshu seems to be irresistible. Even if his sword moves are weird, it will only take a moment. After your Master, you are not familiar with Song Qingshu's moves, Song Qingshu was already at a disadvantage!"

On this side, Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu with brilliant eyes. He really didn't expect that Song Qingshu had such talent in swordsmanship, and could compete with his father, Song Yuanqiao, who had been famous in the world for a long time.

You should know that Master Mie Jue praised Song Yuanqiao at that time.

Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect is already over 100 years old. In terms of seniority, he is at the same level as Guo Xiang, which is almost equivalent to Zhou Zhiruo's master's generation, and Song Yuanqiao is a master who is basically at the same level as Master Miejue.

Even this situation is enough to show that Song Qingshu's martial arts are now at the first-class level in the world.

Who can’t see the situation in the field?

Seeing this, Yu Lianzhou shook his head, "Oh, it's really a mess of things in the world. A child like Qingshu, who is extremely talented, has gone astray. Otherwise, he would be the third-generation head of Wudang!"

Yin Liting also echoed: "There is still room for things. I feel like I need to let the senior brother think about how to get Qingshu back to the entry."

"After all, the matter of Seventh Brother cannot be blamed entirely on Qingshu!"

"Oh!" Wudang Yu Lianzhou sighed again, "But only the senior brother can decide on this matter by himself. After all, this is his family matter, and I am afraid that he will not be able to overcome this hurdle in his heart."

In terms of martial arts, among the disciples of the Wudang Sect under Zhang Sanfeng, Yu Lianzhou was the leader, followed by Song Yuanqiao, but Yu Lianzhou himself was indifferent and did not like to take charge of civilized affairs, so when Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion, the Wudang Sect was headed by Song Yuanqiao.

"Song Qingshu is indeed cruel and ruthless. For Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu doesn't care about the relationship between father and son at all." Zhao Min said.

"I don't think it's true. Although he is ruthless and tries his best, no move is a killer move. It seems that his purpose is just to consume the master's internal strength so that he can't compare with the next game." Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"You, Master Zhang, is a great person, so I think everyone is as good as you imagined!" Zhao Min said angrily.

"I hope I read it right."

Looking at the scene again, it is now in full swing. Everyone can no longer see the sword technique between Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu. They can only hear the dinging sounds and the figures spinning Yu Feiwu.

Song Qingshu's light skills fell on the wall. Song Yuanqiao Tiyunzong immediately caught up with him, and the two started fighting on the wall of Shaolin Temple, which was nearly a hundred feet tall.

At this time, Song Qingshu suddenly exerted force, and everyone felt that the sword in his hand was like a thunderous silver light. Then the sword in Song Yuanqiao's hand was cut off with a bang, and the sword head was directly inserted into the trunk of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree next to it.

"Qingshu!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

Song Qingshu's sword was barely stopped on Song Yuanqiao's neck. Everyone exclaimed that Song Yuanqiao was about to behead by Song Qingshu, but at that moment, Song Qingshu hesitated and his sword did not move.

Song Yuanqiao was also shocked. He didn't expect that Song Qingshu, the rebellious son, had such skills.

But what everyone didn't know was that the long sword that Song Qingshu held in his hand was one of the magic weapons created by the Qianjitang of the Beggar Gang, which was slightly weaker than the Yitian Sword. Compared with the ordinary sword provided by the Wudang Sect, it can be regarded as a weapon to cut gold and cut hair.

Song Qingshu was still a little confused. Why was his father's sword cut off by his own sword? In the anxious battle just now, Song Yuanqiao's sword was already overwhelmed and was cut off directly by Song Qingshu. However, just hesitated, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward.

Everyone heard three dull sounds. Song Qingshu was beaten by Song Yuanqiao and retreated one after another. Song Qingshu held the three palms hard with his chest, paused slightly under his feet, and the floor tiles on the ground immediately sank.

But now, behind Song Qingshu is the wall of Shaolin Temple, and he has no choice but to retreat. Then Song Yuanqiao gathers his hands and palms forward, slapping Song Qingshu's waist.

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Song Qingshu only felt a shocking force coming from his waist, and his body unconsciously retreated backwards into the wall behind him. With a clamor, the wall of Shaolin Temple was directly pushed down a huge gap, and bricks and stones flew.

Just as Song Qingshu was about to fall, Song Qingshu slapped his right palm on the ground, and his whole body flew up, but Song Yuanqiao did not hesitate at all. Then he followed Song Qingshu with his palms and slapped three times on Song Qingshu's left chest.

Song Qingshu could no longer hold on, and his whole body flew like a flying top and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood unconsciously gushed out of his mouth.

Song Yuanqiao was in power and was unforgivable. The soft palm in his hand went straight to Song Qingshu's throat.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Master!"

Wudang Yu Lianzhou and Wudang Yin Liting exclaimed one after another.

The son killed his father, and he was ruthless. The father killed his son extremely cruelly. If Song Yuanqiao hit him with this palm, he would regret his life. You must know that Song Yuanqiao has no other son, but this one is the only one.

Zhou Dian also watched Song Yuanqiao's palm head straight for Song Qingshu in front of him. At this moment, a whistling came from the sky.

"Everyone, you are late for Ying Wugui!"

Everyone saw two figures falling from the sky, and two heavy roars fell into everyone's ears. The floor tiles of Shaolin Temple were trampled with soil, bricks and stones splashed, and Zeng Yunfeng and Zhuer fell heavily to the ground.

Their place was between Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu. Seeing this scene, everyone in the martial arts world was as quiet as a cicada.

Ying Wugui fell from the sky, and everyone could not imagine the shock in their hearts.

Although everyone was slaughtering the lions in Shaolin Temple, although the martial arts were played frequently, the wonders of them also made everyone amazed, but when it comes to the real shock, the one that fell from the sky was the one that fell from the sky.

Yang Buhui said in Yin Liting's ear: "Sixth Brother, is this the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm of the Beggars' Sect's flying dragon in the sky that descended from the sky with the eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm."

Yin Liting shook his head, and Yu Lianzhou next to him also said, "I don't think it looks like it. I have never heard of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing Dragons that can jump so high. The highest person around this field is Drum Tower. They can't hide it from so many of us masters and jump to the sky."

"We didn't see him just now. Ying Wugui and the woman clearly fell from the sky. Even my master probably didn't have such skills."

But Zhu'er, who was half-squatting next to Zhang Wuji, couldn't say a word because her body was shaking and her blood was surging.

Looking at Zhang Wuji, who was bowing to all the martial arts fellow practitioners next to him, Zhu'er wished she could bite her teeth.

At the same time, she also compared the gap between herself and Ying Wugui in her heart.

Others didn't know that Zhu'er knew too well. She had used all her strength and skills to reduce her speed when she landed from a height of hundreds of feet. However, at the moment she landed, even though she used the power-release skills of the Beggars' Sect to shatter the floor tiles of Shaolin Temple, and even she herself suffered some minor injuries.

The moment this landing landed, a huge power was created, but it shocked everyone.

"All the martial arts fellow practitioners are polite, Ying Wugui is late!" Ying Wugui bowed his hands and hugged him.

The people in Shaolin Temple, the Wudang Sect, the Emei Sect, and the Beggars' Sect were also stunned.

Seeing Ying Wugui bowing to him indifferently, the heads of many martial arts sects bowed back to him, but the shock in his heart could not be eliminated for a moment.

The smoke and dust in the field had not yet fallen. Ying Wugui slapped the dust in front of his nose with his hand, and his body exerted force suddenly. Everyone felt a wave of air coming. The dust in the field suddenly shook, making everyone blow their hair and beards, and then suddenly shrink.

Zeng Yunfeng stood up with luck, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm sorry, the dust has spread everywhere, please forgive me!"

"You are polite to Gang Ying!" Xian Yutong was the first to stand out and said.

"It really amazed us to see Gang Master Ying's martial arts. This time the Lion Slayer Conference is not bad!" Xian Yutong flattered, and He Taichong also bowed and said, "Hey, Gang Master Ying is too polite, it won't matter if I wait for a while."
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