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But they still believe that Song Qingshu's defeat is set.

After all, with eighty years of combat experience missing, even if you compete with the realm, you will not be ashamed of losing.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's original figure of retreat stopped.

He stood still suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, and a mighty sword intent that cut through the sky swept out.

Facing the overwhelming palm, Song Qingshu gave a soft drink, pointed it as a sword, and moved forward.

Break it for me!

At the same time, the Zhenwu Divine Sword, which had been dusted on the sorghum of Zhenwu Hall, seemed to have awakened.

The sound of the sword sound changed from light to heavy, gradually like a dragon roaring and phoenix roaring, passing through clouds and cracking rocks.

The dust on the scabbard was swept away instantly.

A sword light, like a divine light breaking dawn, reappears in the world!

Cang!

This sword sound seemed to penetrate the world.

The sword light at this moment seemed to cover the sun.

When everything was calm, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu stood opposite each other.

A simple and atmospheric sword is inserted in the center of the two, and the ubiquitous palm has been broken.

It was replaced by a sharp sword intent, which seemed to be able to cut the entire Zhenwu hall away.

"This...this is the sword intent of Shenmen Thirteen Swords!"

Among the Wudang Seven Swordsmen, the Six Swordsman Yin Liting specializes in swordsmanship and has the highest attainments in swordsmanship.

At this time, he was the first to recognize the doorway of this sword intent, and he recognized the swordsmanship that Song Qingshu had just performed.

The sword move is not the thirteen swords of the gods, but the sword intent is like a fake.

"It is actually a sword intent, Qing Shu has even realized the sword intent!"

"Qing Shu has never been to Wudang Mountain, nor has he fought with the strong, and he has actually realized the sword intent!"

"Since ancient times, no one who has comprehended sword intent has been a peerless swordsman, and Wudang sword has a descendant!"

...

Sword intent is too vague for ordinary people.

Those elite disciples in Wudang didn't understand what sword intent meant.

But the Wudang Seven Swordsmen know very well that even if the Central Plains Wulin turns upside down, they may not find ten swordsmen with sword intent.

Among these ten, Zhang Sanfeng had to be hidden from the world, and He Zudao, a worldly expert who knew nothing about life and death.

The condensed sword intent, even if it is not perfect, is enough to show that Song Qingshu's potential is amazing.

Given time, he must be a peerless sword god!

...

"Zhen Wujian, are you not willing to be lonely anymore?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't make any more moves after the cotton palm was broken. His current state is a bit subtle.

Gently stroking the Zhenwu sword, Zhang Sanfeng looked far away, as if recalling something, Song Yuanqiao was also silent. As the first apprentice, he was the first to follow Zhang Sanfeng and witnessed many things.

Although he has not witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's rise, he has witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's most invincible years.

That year, Song Yuanqiao was still a child under ten years old.

That year Wudang was first established, Zhang Sanfeng was more than fifty years old, and his thirteen swordsmen were famous throughout the world.

That year, the Emei Guo Xiang female heroine passed away, and the Heavenly Sword attracted countless forces to covet it.

Tangmen, Mingjiao, Xuanming Palace, Pilitang, Jingangmen outside the territory...

Thirty-nine powerful acquired masters gathered in the Emei faction to seize Emei and lean on the sword and crack the secrets that command the world.

Zhang Sanfeng went, alone on the top of Emei Jinding, Hengjian killed 37 outstanding masters, only two of them fled.

Of these two people, one is Mingjiao leader Yang Dingtian, who has suffered a sword intent since then, and has not recovered for decades.

The other is that the master of the two elders Xuan Ming suffered a lot of damage to the Taoist. Not long after he left Emei, he suffered a sword injury and died, and his genius was almost lost.

Since then, no forces have dared to covet the Emei Sect's Yitian Sword.

Zhang Sanfeng's title of No. 1 in the world is also as stable as Mount Tai, and no one has shaken it for fifty years.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng was not completely lossless in that battle.

Facing the siege of the top masters of almost the entire martial arts, he exploded into the source with a secret method, almost exhausting his vitality.

Before this battle, although he was more than half a hundred years old, he was still in blue silk and white clothes, and his face was like a crown jade.

After this war, he was in front of the tomb of Guo Xiang, sorrowing rain and whitening his head all night, looking like a withered, self-made cotton palm like a silk of love, and the true martial arts are hidden in the sheath.

After many years, Song Yuanqiao grew up.

He gradually understood that in the battle that year, the most severely injured master might not be the vitality, but the Tao.

Chapter 7 Wudang Young Master, the World Walks

Before that woman died, Zhang Sanfeng was still a teenager no matter how old.

The sword intent of the Zhenwu Sword rushed towards Xiaohan, silently guarding the woman beside her, without any regrets, and the gods blocked the killing.

After the woman passed away, Zhang Sanfeng was heartbroken overnight, no longer a mundane person.

In the future, the road for the rest of your life is long and there are only pine clouds and white cranes on Wudang Mountain.

In this lonely world, there is no one worthy of Zhang Sanfeng's sword, and the Zhenwu sword is therefore shelved, and the famous sword is in dust.

Song Yuanqiao understood that the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen could be regarded as Zhang Sanfeng's Dao before his 60s, while Mianzhang was Zhang Sanfeng's Dao after his 60s.

Song Qingshu used the sword intent of Shenmen's thirteen swords to break the momentum of the palm, which obviously evoked Zhang Sanfeng's memories.

At this moment, even Song Yuanqiao didn't know how Zhang Sanfeng would decide.

"Never mind!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "The old way has lost its edge, but you can't be reduced to scrap because of this. This is unfair."

"Wudang's sword intent should not be decayed. In the soil where dead branches and fallen leaves are buried, new trees should grow!"

After all, Zhang Sanfeng pointed his right hand at the top of the hall.

With a loud sound, the Zhenwu scabbard originally hanging on the sorghum shot down and was held in his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng drew the Zhenwu sword and put it under the sheath.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanfeng's expression became extremely solemn in an instant: "Green Book!"

Song Qingshu bowed and took the quaint divine sword with both hands: "The disciple is here."

Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes flickered: “This sword is named Zhenwu, and it is said that it was made by the ancestor of Pure Yang Daoist who took six alloys. It was found in the cave at the bottom of Wudang Shenmen Peak 80 years ago.”

"I have grasped this sword to understand the gods, and have crossed the rivers and lakes for more than 80 years.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng's three thousand white hairs were flying, and his sword intent rushed into the sky.

He seems to have changed from an old man back to the undefeated kendo myth of the year, invincible in the world.

"Now, I will pass it to you," Zhang Sanfeng slowly let go of his sword, "I hope you don't lose its reputation."

Feeling the heavy weight of the Zhenwu sword in his hand, Song Qingshu thoughtfully.

He knew that this was not only a sword, but also Zhang Sanfeng's invincible kendo obsession throughout his life, the inheritance of Wudang sword!

A trace of perseverance appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes: "Master, rest assured, as long as Zhenwu is still in Qingshu's hands for a day."

"The edge of the Wudang sword will not dim on the rivers and lakes!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "It's nice to be young."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, the sword intent that had originally rushed into the sky slowly receded, and he looked even more ethereal and detached.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's departure, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something: "Master, Qingshu has something to ask for."

Zhang Sanfeng's steps stopped: "Say it!"

Song Qingshu clenched the Zhenwu sword, and said every word: "Master, still remember that five years ago, the Five Great Sects went to the mountains to celebrate the birthday of the Master?"

Click!

The floor under Zhang Sanfeng's feet was cracked inch by inch, and the entire Zhenwu Hall was enveloped in a depressed atmosphere.

Zhang Sanfeng has always been ethereal and detached, only his disciples and grandchildren around him care most.

Five years ago, Zhang Cuishan was forced to death by the five major factions, and he has not let go until today.

Song Qingshu continued: "Emperor Zhenwu preached by Qingshu, and his cultivation base was greatly advanced, and he felt that his foundation was unstable."

"It's also indecent to come and not to go. Qingshu hopes to go down the mountain to experience it, go to the five major factions, and discuss the Tao with other five factions."

"One is to consolidate the cultivation base, and the other is to repay the favors of the five birthday parties."

As soon as Song Qingshu's words came out, Wudang Qixia's expression suddenly changed.

Still exchange favors?

I also believed in you evil!

With Song Qingshu's current strength, it is almost comparable to the leaders of the other five schools, and then go to compete with other disciples?

Isn't that slapping people in the face and kicking the pavilion?

The Wudang faction has been fighting for justice over the years, so has it been easy to make contact with the various major factions?

If you really want Song Qingshu to dismantle one sect and one sect, you can't be enemies in the world?

If a person of the older generation cannot be dealt with properly, he may not want to face an ambush and assassinate!

"Nizi, how can you move this kind of thinking?"

"Qingshu, don't be impulsive. Now that we are born in troubled times, we must focus on the overall situation!"

"I think Qing Shu is right. I have been holding this tone for five years. I will go with Qing Shu!"

"Seventh brother, don't add to the chaos, wait another ten years, Qingshu will be invincible in the world, and the future will be long. You should not rush."

...

At the time when the Wudang Seven Heroes were arguing, Zhang Sanfeng finally said: "Bring the Zhenwu sword, the peers are not allowed to make the second move."

The peers are not allowed to make the second move?

In other words, are all one shot?

God, it is necessary to completely rub the face of the five major factions under your feet!

The Wudang Seven Swordsman was stunned for a moment, with excitement on their faces.

Even Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others, who had always opposed Song Qingshu's going down the mountain, changed their positions at this time.

"Master, Lianzhou is willing to escort Qingshu down the mountain to ensure everything is safe."

"Master, Songxi is also willing to pass and protect Qingshu."

"And me, Master, I will go too."

...

If it were not for the overall situation, the Seven Knights could not wait to level down the five sects and avenge Zhang Cuishan.

Now that the master had made a decision, they unconditionally supported him to ensure the absolute safety of Song Qingshu.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "The path of the swordsman does not need protection, the enemy of the world is true martial arts."

He walked away slowly, and his voice spread throughout the Zhenwu Hall: "Qing Shu, you prepare, go down the mountain tomorrow!"

Song Qingshu bowed slightly: "The disciple takes the lead!"

Zhang Sanfeng and Qixia left, and Song Qingshu walked out of the Zhenwu hall slowly holding the Zhenwu sword.