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Heaven-swallowing magic power, the furnace contains hundreds of scriptures, and smelts thousands of ways, which can swallow almost all the energy between heaven and earth.

Although the cold poison of Xuan Ming's palm was difficult to deal with, there was no threat at all in front of the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art.

With Song Qingshu's skill urged, the cold toxin in the two disciples was quickly swallowed, poured into Song Qingshu's body, and turned into pure nutrients.

Even the composition and composition of this palm power, and even the route of movement, appeared in Song Qingshu's mind and were thoroughly analyzed.

It can be said that as long as Song Qingshu is willing, he can now use the palm of the god Xuan Ming according to the gourd painting.

And under the urging of the swallowing magic power, the power will be stronger than the original version.

"Also... really solved it."

Feeling the relief of the pain, even disappearing completely, the expressions on the faces of the two disciples are quite wonderful.

Shocked, shocked, pleasantly surprised, and a bit daunting.

The palm of the god Xuan Ming, who was feared as a snake and scorpion by the people in the world, was just released?

Originally, they were all prepared to die bravely, but now...

Looking at Song Qingshu's understatement, they felt a little dreamy, and all three views were subverted.

"Little boss, this..."

Song Qingshu waved his hand and interrupted the two of them: "Isn't there another brother who was not saved?"

Speaking of the Zhenwu sword, Song Qingshu walked out of the closed chamber indifferently: "What's the matter, wait until the two elders Xuanming are killed, let's talk about it!"

At the moment Song Qingshu stepped out of the closed room, a cold and tyrannical breath came from the backyard.

"Hey, what a kid, dare to deceive the old man."

"But do you think this kind of hidden weapon mechanism in pediatrics can hurt the old man?"

"Is it right to play the loyal protector in front of the old man? Today the old man asked you to survive and die!"

Chapter 14 The sword comes, Zhenwu opens the gate

The clean robe that was originally spotless is now in tatters.

Jiang Wuchen, the fourth-ranked disciple of Wudang Sub-rudder, has a pale face, and even the blood on the corners of his mouth is black, which is a symptom of cold poison.

It can be said that the cold toxin attacked to such an extent, even if the two elders Xuan Ming took the initiative, it was impossible to detoxify him.

At this time, the situation of this disciple was extremely bad, staggering, and falling down at any time.

But his eyes were extremely firm and unyielding.

"Haha, shameless old thief, do you think my Wudang disciple is greedy for life and fear of death?"

"To tell you the truth, during the time I'm pestering you, Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother have notified the Young Master to let him leave."

"My life was saved by the master, and now it is given to the master's only son, which is considered a proper death, hahahaha!"

The murderous aura in Crane's eyes is condensed into substance.

He didn't expect that a Wudang disciple would have such courage and character, it was really annoying.

"go to hell!"

The cold air in his hands condensed into substance, and Crane Biweng slapped a palm suddenly and slashed towards Jiang Wuchen.

The power of this palm is shocking. If it really falls, even the steel can be photographed and printed, and even the bluestone can be broken into pieces.

Jiang Wuchen slowly closed his eyes and completely gave up resistance.

However, at this moment, Crane Bi Weng felt that all the hairs on his back were standing upside down, as if being stared at by a scourge.

Decades of experience of smashing and surviving on the rivers and lakes told him that if he continues to slap this palm, he is likely to die.

Crane Bi Weng chose to believe in his own feelings, and he retreated suddenly.

In the next second, a quaintly shaped divine sword broke through the air and pierced into the open space where Crane Bi Weng was originally located.

Obviously, if Crane Bi Weng didn't go away, this sword would definitely stab him.

"Good boy, dare to attack the old man," Crane Biweng narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a ray of dangerous light.

However, after seeing the appearance of the ancient sword, Crane Bi Weng smiled.

"Haha, Zhenwu sword?"

He had already guessed the identity of the person coming. The young man wearing a green shirt walking towards him was his target-Song Qingshu!

"Good boy, I know that the old man is here, so I dare to stay," Crane Biweng stared at Song Qingshu and smiled. "Zhang Sanfeng didn't tell you, if you meet me down the mountain, do you want to run?"

Song Qingshu moved his gaze away from Jiang Wuchen, looked at Crane Biweng, and said indifferently.

"Master has a temper with me. I can never remember the defeated generals, let alone the apprentices of the defeated generals."

In a plain sentence, Crane Bi Weng was abruptly angry.

"Good boy, your mouth is hard enough, but you don't know how to torture you later, can you be hard to get angry!"

Seeing Song Qingshu constantly provoking Crane Bi Weng, Jiang Wuchen almost cried.

In other words, this script is wrong!

According to the routines of those storytellers, shouldn't you run for your life with tears in your eyes and spread my glorious deeds all over the world in the future?

Why now I have been working hard for so long, but you guys didn't run for your life, and you sent them to the door for a fight?

Die!

I've been beaten for so long, is it for nothing?

Jiang Wuchen looked bitter and enmity: "Young master, why didn't you escape?"

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes: "Why am I running away."

Jiang Wuchen's tears were about to come down, and he was moved to tears: "Young boss, I have a cold and poisonous heart, and there is no rescue. You don't need to take a risk for me!"

Song Qingshu sighed: "You think too much, I really don't want to save you, I just want to kill an old dog."

Jiang Wuchen: "..."

Crane Biweng sneered: "Hehe, it's a big tone. Even if Mr. Zhang is here, he can't say that he can kill the old man. It's up to you?"

Song Qingshu glanced at Crane Biweng: "The first time I heard someone rushing to be an'old dog'."

On the bickering, where is Crane Biweng the opponent of Song Qingshu.

After a few words, he was so angry that Qiqiao made smoke, his internal qi went off, and a mouthful of old blood came out.

"I'm so angry with the old man, the stinky boy has sharp teeth, let's see if the old man does not pull your teeth!"

Angrily in his heart, Crane Bi Weng's Xuan Ming palm is even more fierce.

A cloud of dark and cold palm energy condensed in both palms, and came straight from Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu used Wudang Tiyun Zong, his figure disappeared into place in an instant, and a vertical jump appeared on the roof.

Song Qingshu, who cultivated Tiyun to the super perfect state in a single round of light work, is unparalleled in the world.

Perhaps in this world, only Zhang Sanfeng and Qingyi Bat King Wei smiled, and could compete with Song Qingshu in speed!

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

The speed of Song Qingshu caused Crane Biweng's pupils to shrink, and his eyes became a little more jealous.

He knew very well that with Song Qingshu's light work, if he wanted to escape, he probably couldn't stop it.

The three Wudang disciples hurriedly said, "Young master, don't fall into the trap of this old thief."

"That's it, how old are you, old thief, you are not allowed to hide from the boss by bullying the small? Really shameless!"

"Haha, don't hide? Shouldn't you just stand still and let you fight?"

...

The three Wudang disciples kept taunting, making Crane Bi Weng's face turn blue and almost out of breath.

If it were not for the speed of Song Qingshu, for fear that he would take the opportunity to attack, Crane Bi Weng would immediately kill the three boys.

Song Qingshu stood proudly on the roof, and the domineering color in his eyes became more and more intense: "Don't hide?"

"Okay, then don't hide!"

A monstrous sword intent was released from his body, rushing towards Xiao Han, shattering the clouds, and Crane Bi Weng's face suddenly changed with horror.

"The rumors of the arena is true, do you really understand the meaning of the sword?"

Soon, this shock turned into a strong killing intent: "You can comprehend the sword intent at a young age. In time, it will be a Zhang old way. You can't keep it!"

With a twelve percent revolving skill, Crane Bi Weng made a long roar, both palms came out, and he smashed towards Song Qingshu.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill, he didn't intend to stay alive for interrogation, he just wanted to destroy Song Qingshu as soon as possible.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Power ran at full speed.

A round of mighty black sun, rising slowly from behind him, entrained with the domineering aura of swallowing the eternity and gazing at the sky.

His right hand pointed to the sword, pointing straight to the sky.

The sword comes!

In an instant, a sword rang through the clouds and cracked rocks, resounding in the sky and the earth.

The Zhenwu sword was like the birth of spiritual wisdom, shooting up from the ground, turning into a stream of light, and being held by Song Qingshu.

"The Thirteen Swords of God's Gate-Swords Open Heaven's Gate!"

Song Qingshu's wrist flicked slightly, and the Zhenwu sword suddenly turned into hundreds of sword lights, and it shot Hebiweng directly at various points on his body.

At this moment, Hebi Weng felt that what he was facing was not a rising star in the realm of an acquired one.

He felt that he was facing a sword god.

A peerless sword god who can't stand up to resistance and cannot look directly at his sharp edge by relying solely on his momentum!

At this moment, facing Song Qingshu's domineering sword intent.

Hebi Weng seemed to understand the battle at Mount Emei fifty years ago.

Why did my own master lose?

Chapter 15 The temper is up, everyone hits

"Even if you comprehend the sword intent, what about it? You can turn the sky over after a mere day after tomorrow!"

Crane Biweng gritted his teeth abruptly and pressed his uneasy heart down, his true energy in his hands became more surging, and he attacked Song Qingshu.

Nine heavens in the day after tomorrow, one step at a time, the gap between each small realm is quite obvious.

After all, Crane Biweng was ahead of Song Qingshu's five heavens. At this time, he suppressed the shock in his heart and shot with all his strength, which made Song Qingshu feel a lot of pressure.

If it weren't for Song Qing's book with "Swallowing the Devil Gong" in his body, the true qi essence in his body was extremely pure, and he would have to suffer a great loss at this time.

Of course, there is no if in this world.

The fact is that Song Qingshu not only made up for the lack of true aura, but also faintly grasped the initiative by relying on the powerful technique of "Devil Skill of Swallowing the Sky".

Ordinary acquired masters, even with the existence of the acquired nine layers of heaven, the true qi in the body is limited.

When infuriating, they may have a thousand catties of power, which can be undefeated in the army.

But after attacking dozens of strokes or even a dozen strokes at full load, their true energy will be exhausted, and their strength will be lost.

This is also the reason why martial arts masters are generally unwilling to compete with a well-trained elite army.

In the thousands of troops, no matter how powerful a master is, it will be very dangerous.

A person who accidentally falls into a heavy siege is the result of being trapped and exhausted.

Although Crane Bi Weng is an acquired master of Sixth Heaven, he far exceeds Song Qingshu in real aura.

But how can the speed of recovery of his true energy in the "Xuanming Divine Palm" he cultivated is comparable to that of "The Demon Swallowing Technique"?

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.