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That is, this distance of tens of feet gave Song Qingshu a chance to shoot.

Then Song Qingshu's hands were violent, the blue veins violently, and the purple blood soft sword was slashed at the old sword master's sword: "Cuilan chaos the sea, the sea is born with waves!"

With Song Qingshu's sword swung out.

There seemed to be a surging sound of waves coming from behind Song Qingshu.

Then, there was the billowing sword intent, whistling towards the old sword master.

When the old sword master's pure sword intent cut towards Song Qingshu's wave of sword intent.

All the water mist on the waves was chopped into droplets.

The water mist has become more invisible to the naked eye from its original subtlety.

So far.

The sun above the sky became brighter.

The thin iron sword that was irradiated also turned into a golden sword.

The powerful and pure kendo aura has completely suppressed Song Qingshu's sword power in the waves.

The misty mist was crushed into droplets by the sword breath.

Those droplets refract the colors of sunlight into colorful colors.

It seems like this sword of Song Qingshu and the old sword master.

Alive in the air, he cut out a huge and beautiful rainbow bridge.

Song Qingshu felt that his artistic conception strike was beginning to waver, as if invincible, so he frowned.

But the old sword master nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with smiles.

This is the most powerful sword the old sword master has ever used in his life.

This sword contains Fengjian Villa's understanding of the way of kendo.

Contains all his understanding of kendo in life.

It implies that he kills countless enemies, but he will always only pay attention to the ultimate killing sword intent of a sword.

When this sword cut through Song Qingshu's Taohai sword intent, it was about to cut Song Qingshu's head.

The old sword master let out a sigh deep in his heart.

He was as critical of kendo, and couldn't help being moved by this sword.

Because he also felt that his sword was perfect and pure to the extreme, containing only the meaning of the sword, nothing else!

Song Qingshu knew he was wrong.

Facing such a sharp sword, Cui Lan couldn't stop the chaotic sea.

Because Cuilan Chaohaijue pays attention to a messy character, but this sword is so direct that it can't mess up at all.

But it's okay.

Song Qingshu will correct his mistakes if he knows his mistakes.

Whether it's usually nothing, or the moment of life and death at this time!

So Song Qingshu abandoned the sword with his right hand and stretched out his left hand to grasp it suddenly.

Use your left hand, hold the sword, and swing the sword.

A sword intent completely different from the previous one was cut towards the old sword master.

The reason why the right hand wants to abandon the sword is because the right hand is now surrounded by the sword intent of Chaoshaijue.

So Song Qingshu had to switch to his left hand and cut out his sharpest sword now: "The Great Desolation is overturned by the mountains and the ground is cut!"

Unlike Tao Lang's endless sword intent, Song Qingshu's current sword is a bit desolate.

It looks like a mountain standing in the desert for tens of thousands of years.

But the iron sword shining with golden light shattered directly when it hit the mountain.

The rainbow bridge on the horizon also shattered into countless droplets.

The colorful droplets in the sky covered everyone's eyes, making them unable to open their eyes.

When the droplets float in the sky.

The thin dark iron sword has returned to the old sword master's right hand.

But the old sword master's right hand, together with his right arm, was chopped and flew to a place five steps away from the old sword master...

Chapter 318

The right arm was chopped off.

The old sword master frowned in pain, stretched out his left hand, and locked the blood that should have been sprayed on his right arm with his true essence.

Although physically painful, the old sword master did not scream.

Because of the doubts in his heart at this time, the old sword master couldn't scream out.

After a long time, the old sword master said to Song Qingshu in a very weak tone: "Why?"

Song Qingshu cut out a great desolate turn over the mountain, and all the true essence in the body was instantly sucked into nothingness.

So Song Qingshu's face was very pale at this time.

It was pale like a piece of paper that was not stained with dust.

Facing this problem of the old sword master.

Song Qing also took a few deep breaths before breathing out to speak to the old sword master: "Where are there so many and why? Your sword is not as good as mine."

The old swordsman shook his head fiercely, bloodshot eyes:

"This is impossible!"

"My sword is as pure as the sword of the sky, how could it be possible for you, the Golden Core cultivator, to cut through!"

"You must have used some magic weapon to have such power."

Listen to the question of the old sword master.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and then took the Purple Blood Soft Sword behind his back:

"Too pure sword intent, although it is like a sword in the sky."

"But, you forgot, we are in the human world. If you ask a sword in the sky, I will answer with a sword in the wild world!"

"You are in the world, but you want to cut out a sword from the sky, tsk tsk tsk tsk, why not wise?"

When the old sword master heard this, his heart trembled, his body's vitality was lost and disordered, and countless blood was shot out from his right arm with a pop.

But the old sword master had no time to feel sorry for himself.

Because he was thinking about what Song Qingshu just said.

Thinking about the kendo that I have been sticking to over the years seems to have become a joke.

"Hahaha, hahaha, is the answer in the world?"

Thinking about it, the old sword master laughed in despair.

With this burst of laughter, the blood on his right arm surging out more violently, uncontrollably.

Soon, the old swordsman's expression turned gray, as if he would fall to the ground at any time and then die.

Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing slightly as he watched the old swordsman's Dao heart being damaged and desperate.

Then Song Qingshu quietly walked forward, thinking of healing the old sword master himself.

"Friend Song, wait a minute!"

Just when Song Qingshu had just walked two steps, even when his left foot had just been lifted, and his right foot had not been steady.

Li Zhan's voice came from a hundred meters away.

With this loud sound, Song Qingshu raised his head and saw Li Zhan's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong!"

Li Zhan looked at Song Qingshu, who was pale in front of his face and had a little vain footsteps, and sighed from the heart.

Song Qingshu shrugged non-committal:

"It's okay, a sword almost depletes my vitality."

"The remaining vitality, if you want to kill me, then I am afraid that you will force me to get out."

Li Zhan couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words, and then shook his head so much that he mocked himself.

From this moment on, Li Zhan no longer had the urge to pierce Song Qingshu with his sword.

Because he was not sure whether he could stab Song Qingshu to death with a single sword.

And Li Zhan began to worry whether he would be stabbed to death by Song Qingshu.

After sighing, Li Zhan turned his head, attached a ball of clear light to his hand, and lightly touched the arm that spewed out of the old sword master.

In an instant, the fracture on the old sword master's arm became crystal clear as jade, and blood vessels were clearly visible.

The blood that was gushing out suddenly stopped in an instant, and stopped flowing.

"You have been teaching swordsmanship in Fengjian Villa for 83 years, and no one in Fengjian Villa has been able to cut a sword like yours."

"Old Sword Master, it is my honor to see you cut such a perfect sword, and it is also the pride of Fengjian Villa."

Li Zhan looked at the right arm of the old sword master who had been cut off by Song Qingshu for a few steps, and was silent for a while, then said with a sigh.

The old sword master's face was pale, his head lowered, a little embarrassed:

"I am in the world, but I am proud and complacent with a sword in the sky. Old Gu Master, I am ashamed of you."

Li Zhan shook his head and turned to look at Song Qingshu, with his back facing the old sword master: "Where is there any guilt? On the way to martial arts, someone asked Qingtian with a sword."

"Someone held a sword and invited Mingyue."

"Some people practice this body hard."

"More people are invincible..."

Having said that, Li Zhan couldn't help but glanced at Song Qingshu deeply, and then sighed faintly.

Song Qingshu's last sword, Li Zhan asked himself, he couldn't even swing the sword.

The old sword master was ashamed when he heard this, then raised his head and glanced at Song Qingshu.

Then he bent down deeply:

"The old man is convinced by his defeat, and the disciples are all dead in your hands. There is nothing to say about the old man."

After speaking, the old sword master turned and left.

The old sword master stepped on the iron sword in his right hand, and made a soft noise.

But he didn't even look at the sword under his feet, as if he would always say goodbye to the previous swordsmanship.

He just walked past the crowd quietly, not knowing where he went.

Maybe he will stay old like this, and the time of his life will pass by.

Maybe he will realize the essence of kendo from the dead, and then reopen his own kendo.

However, these kinds of things have nothing to do with Song Qingshu.

And no matter what the broken-arm swordsman can break and stand.

Song Qingshu could chop him once, and naturally he could chop him twice, no matter what essence of kendo he finally realized.

Song Qingshu will always be the kendo mountains he can't climb. This is unquestionable.

"Friend Song Dao, Fengjian Villa has been offended, please forgive me."

Just when Song Qingshu looked at the back of the old sword master going away, feeling deeply moved.

Li Zhan turned around, held his fist and bent over respectfully towards Song Qingshu, opening his lips quite sincerely.