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Of course Song Qingshu saw it.

But he still disagrees.

In this martial arts world, if you don't kill, then you die.

This is the truth throughout the ages.

So Song Qingshu still looks indifferent:

"If I don't kill your son or your beloved disciple, it would be me who died, sir. Is it wrong to protect yourself?"

When Song Qingshu said this, the old sword master had already lifted the sword in his hand.

It is not waiting for the old sword villa to stabbed a sword.

Song Qingshu's words made him look at Song Qingshu.

There was contempt in the eyes:

"What kind of status are you? You die if you die!"

"What is my son's identity? Sooner or later I will become a kendo venerable under one person and above ten thousand!"

"Unfortunately, it was in the hands of your wicked man!"

Faced with such unreasonable old stubbornness, Song Qingshu didn't bother to spend any more time.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and leaned behind him, pulling out the purple blood soft sword that had just been put away.

The sword's edge flashed with cold light, like the cold in Song Qingshu's heart at this time.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the old swordsman who was about to release his sword, expressionless:

"If you didn't say that just now, I will stop here."

"But since you asked, what is my identity? Then I will tell you with a sword!"

Use the sword to reason.

Use fists to prove strengths and weaknesses.

This is the only thing Song Qingshu can do now!

"Master, how strong is the old sword master now?"

The owner of Fengjian Villa, feeling the kendo murderous spirit brewing between heaven and earth, frowned, and asked Li Zhan.

Li Zhan was silent for a long time, and then sighed slightly:

"After so many years, although the old sword master has made slow progress, he is still half of the person who has entered the realm of the four-fold Nascent Soul."

Hearing that, the owner of Fengjian Villa is a little worried:

"So, I am afraid that the old sword master is not Song Qingshu's opponent. Song Qingshu has many methods, and the old sword master is afraid..."

Before the owner of Fengjian Villa could finish speaking, Li Zhan sneered and shook his head: "The old sword master can only make one sword."

...

Fengjian Villa was extremely concerned about the decisive battle between the old sword master and Song Qingshu.

Tang Mengu also paid great attention to this battle.

Because Tang Xun wanted to know what Song Qingshu's skill was.

The Valley Lord of Tangmen Valley looked at the slightly thin figure of the old sword master and sneered: "Father, I don't think you need to watch it anymore."

"One of the strong men of Yuanying Triple Heaven has already fallen under Song Qingshu's sword."

"Even if there is one more one, what is there?"

Tang Xun frowned, looked at the figure of the old sword master, and shook his head:

"If it is the ordinary Yuan Ying triple, I am afraid that it is really not optimistic for the father."

"But this old swordsman who taught swords at Fengjian Villa for more than 80 years is absolutely unusual."

The Lord of Tangmen Valley is puzzled:

"Why is it unusual?"

Tang Xun smiled bitterly, raised his hand, and picked up the thick hair covering his left eye, revealing a sword mark between his eyebrows: "If it were normal, I wouldn't have been blinded by a sword. "

When there was a friction between Tangmen Valley and Fengjian Villa.

Tang Xun, who was not the Valley Master, met this sword master who was in charge of teaching swords at Fengjian Villa.

At that time, Tang Xun, who was still the seventh layer of the golden core, waved out seven rainstorm pear needles.

Facing these seven torrential rain pear flower needles, the old sword master, who is also the Golden Core cultivator, had only one sword.

Obviously it was just an ordinary sword, but it cut out the momentum of the unity of nature and man.

When the sword is exhausted.

The pear needles are broken.

Electric light flint room.

Tang Xun only had time to lower his head slightly.

But he risked to be cut and blinded his left eye first...

But now, the old sword master has already become the Nascent Soul powerhouse, and his understanding of the laws of heaven is better than before.

How terrible is his sword now?

This question, I am afraid that only Song Qingshu, standing eight feet away in front of the old sword master, can give an answer.

"You are older than me, you have to play the sword first."

Song Qing wrote the old sword master's white hair, did not take him too seriously, jokingly said.

The old swordsman did not dodge either.

In his eyes, Song Qingshu was already dead.

And he will not talk to the dead.

Therefore, the old sword master just rounded the sword, and then severely chopped it off at Song Qingshu.

at this moment.

It seems that there is only this sword left between heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu frowned, the purple blood soft sword in his hand trembled, and he secretly said:

"Very strong!"

Chapter 317

It started when Song Qingshu stepped into this martial arts world.

He has seen the fighting styles of many people.

Some kill the enemy with pure martial arts.

Such as the several elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

The crow fighting skills are extremely fierce, and the evil is so terrifying.

Some kill enemies with incomparable hidden weapons.

Such as the hidden weapon family Tang Mengu and others.

The left hand Buddha angered the lotus, and the right hand under the rainstorm pear flower needle did not know how many masters were broken.

Others simply rely on a sharp blade in their hands to kill the enemy.

Such as this old sword master before Song Qing wrote.

When the old sword master stabbed Song Qingshu with that sword, it seemed that only this sword was left between the heaven and the earth.

With Song Qingshu under the sword.

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming sword, and his palm trembled slightly uncontrollably.

It was excitement, but even more nervous. Apart from joy, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh: "I have never seen such a pure sword intent!"

In Song Qingshu's eyes.

At this time, the movements of the old sword master became extremely slow.

Slowly until Song Qingshu could clearly see the old sword master's every move when he swung his sword.

The old sword master used his vitality sword to hover in the air with the thin iron sword in front of him, humming.

At this moment, the floating clouds covering the sky were gradually shattered by the infinite sword intent.

The sun in the sky suddenly seemed to become brighter.

Tens of thousands of beams of light shone on the thin iron sword, causing the dark sword to shine brightly.

A sword intent that was so pure that Song Qingshu sighed for it, like a condensed beam of light.

Drifting out from the hands of the old sword master tens of feet away from Song Qingshu.

Calm and powerful ignoring any spatial distance, like an aurora, falling from the sky to the world.

In an instant, the sword intent had already descended tens of feet away.

In an instant, that Jianfeng almost cut through the space in front of Song Qingshu.

He swung towards Song Qingshu's neck like a sickle of death.

Such a magical swordsmanship.

In the realm of Yuanying.

Song Qingshu saw it for the first time.

Song Qingshu was sure that such a sword had already stood at the pinnacle of Yuan Ying's fourth layer.

Although it hasn't broken the boundary, there is only a very thin line left from the realm of Yuan Ying's fifth level from further understanding the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

Song Qingshu saw such a powerful iron sword for the first time.

It was even stronger than Black Feather Evil Sect's Sect Master Mo Xie Sect's 36,000 cuts, one point stronger.

Seeing such a terrifying iron sword, everyone present didn't believe Song Qingshu could survive.

"Hey, it seems that the so-called Lord of Heaven is indeed a short-lived person."

Li Zhan looked at the sword that the old sword master was swinging, shook his head, and said with disappointment.

Tang Xun never spoke.

He just looked at the old sword master's sword, and then subconsciously covered his forehead.

His face was a little pale.

The sword scar between the eyebrows is a bit painful.

"One sword is as old, this sword is invincible..."

After Tang Xun took a few deep breaths, the pain at the corner of his eyebrows was no longer obvious.

Then Tang Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head, and murmured at the old sword master's sword.

"Such a simple sword is better than my sword drawing style, old sword master, your sword is really strong!"

Facing this pure invincible sword intent, Song Qingshu sighed, but he would never be afraid.

I saw Lei Si Jing under Song Qingshu's feet, it was the legs of Lei Ling Fengshen.

The mist around Song Qing's body gradually grew, which was determined by the misty mist.

One is the limit of the world of Shen Dharma, and the other is martial arts at the level of artistic conception.

Add the two together.

It is a speed beyond common sense!

In such a moment, Song Qingshu seemed to be free from the shackles of space and swept back dozens of feet like a ghost.