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Song Qingshu smiled slightly, the indifference on his face faded.

However, the joking in the smile on Song Qingshu's mouth is still particularly conspicuous: "Since you haven't thought of blocking the union of the two."

"Then I have a problem."

"Are you standing here to see the scenery?"

"If you don't give me a reason, then I don't mind letting you accompany Tang Mo to see the scenery."

That's it in one word.

An ancient sword seemed to emerge in a trance behind Song Qingshu.

The sword is as sharp as snow.

The sword is thunderous.

Thick as mountains.

Zhou Mi is like rain and mist.

Such an ancient sword.

Such an infinite sword intent.

Even an old sword master cannot possess such a sword intent.

But the old sword master is already a triple powerhouse of Nascent Soul.

There is such a terrible sword intent, but it is not too unexpected.

But look back at Song Qingshu.

He hasn't even seen the threshold of the Ninth Level of the Golden Core, let alone understand the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth like a strong Yuan Ying.

But although he never felt the profoundness of the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth.

But now the ancient sword that exudes infinite power behind him.

However, Li Zhan, who had already entered the fifth stage of Yuan Ying, felt a little numb on his scalp.

"Song Qingshu, you really are a pervert. In less than half a month, your strength has doubled."

"If you say that half a month ago, I still had a 40% chance to kill you."

"Then you will have a 40% chance to kill me in half a month."

"Half a month...Oh."

Li Zhan looked at the ups and downs of quaint sword intent faintly behind Song Qingshu.

First, it was a daze.

The sword in the scabbard shuddered.

Then Li Zhan sighed deeply, then lowered his head, unwilling to look at the sword behind Song Qingshu.

Li Zhan is the man who stands at the pinnacle of kendo in this world.

He is the emperor of kendo, with his proudest dignity.

But this sword from Song Qingshu.

But the emperor Li Zhan felt that the quaint crown on his head was a little shaky.

In order not to shake my heart.

Li Zhan chose not to read Song Qingshu's sword.

The emperor of kendo chose this way.

Not to mention the five swordsmen who were much weaker than Li Zhan.

When they listened to Song Qingshu's rampant words, they were thinking about swearing.

But looking at the simple sword intent behind Song Qingshu.

The scream that came to the mouth was swallowed alive by them.

After the struggle, one of the five had an extremely reluctant smile on his face: "We are standing here, naturally, not to see the scenery, but to say something to You Daoyou Song."

Song Qingshu frowned upon hearing this:

"What is it?"

The man then smiled:

"The old sword master has been teaching the sword of heaven and man for eighty years in Fengjian Villa."

"The pure sword intent formed only eighty years ago is no match for you."

"Song Daoyou only made one sword that day, and he cut the old sword master into a piece of waste."

"So powerful, after the five people heard the words, I couldn't help but ask for advice."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's mouth raised a smile:

"So? That's justifiable, so how do you five want to challenge the law?"

The man on the far right of the five stood proudly.

I saw his fingers close together, and a thick short sword with his Qi.

The blade shivered slightly in the air, and there was a burst of wind breaking in the air:

"Of course it's five people together!"

The person in the middle also put his fingers together and raised a slender sword:

"Friend Song, you are too strong. If the five of me don't gather the momentum of the five, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you."

That's it in one word.

The other three didn't talk any more nonsense, and they squeezed their swords one after another, putting all their swords in the air.

A light silk soft sword, swinging the blade like a snake in the mountain wind

A quadrilateral gentleman's sword, shining like thunder under the blazing sun, with a cold blade.

An ordinary rusty iron sword trembling softly against the other four swords.

Like the Emperor of Five Swords!

Song Qingshu has always dealt with the enemy like this.

Contempt strategically and value it tactically.

So although Song Qingshu looked down on these five swordsmen who shot together.

But when five swords with different shapes and different sword strengths are floating in the air.

Song Qingshu looked at the five swords very seriously.

After a while, Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction and smiled:

"Although the short sword is short, it wins in its weight. A man is a man who can be a master."

"Although the long sword is long, it lacks in dexterity. It blindly seeks to kill the enemy without paying attention to the word defense."

"Although the soft sword is soft, it is defeated by Ling Li, how can a sword flower that can be thrown at will kill the enemy?"

"Although the Fang sword is powerful, it is practical. A sword that is too gorgeous and solemn can only be an accessory."

"Only this broken sword..., it's still worth seeing."

Song Qingshu also studied swordsmanship among the Celestial Emperors.

So the five flying swords in front of Song Qingshu were like a ridiculous joke to him.

In addition to that broken sword, Song Qing also felt a little tricky.

But all the shortcomings of other swords were seen through by Song Qingshu.

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Even if Song Qingshu saw through so many things.

The five swordsmen in front of him still had a fearless smile on their faces.

"Song Daoyou, it is really interesting. My short sword is known as the most useless sword, but you still have such a high evaluation?"

"Hmph, is it possible that my Sifang Junzijian is really so unbearable? Song Qingshu, have you said that?"

"Long Sword lacks flexibility...? Fellow Song Dao, thank you for your advice."

Several people before Song Qing wrote, listened to Song Qingshu and singled out their own sword skills.

Not only did they not panic, but you talked about the shortcomings of their swordsmanship.

It seems that Song Qingshu does not know where his weakness is.

For them, it's just an irrelevant thing.

Song Qingshu watched them calmly, frowned in confusion:

"Obviously all the weaknesses are controlled by me, are you not afraid?"

Hear the words.

The five people stopped their active discussion of the problem:

"What are you afraid of?"

Song Qingshu's eyes are cold:

"Sword destroys and kills people."

"Sure enough?"

As soon as this remark came out, the five people before Song Qing's writing fell into silence again.

After a long time, the voice responding to Song Qingshu's question sounded in Song Qingshu's ears.

The one who responded to this question was a whisper, and a soft whisper from the air with a Jian Jianfeng: "Former owner of Changhong Villa, Zhou Fang! Please enlighten me from Song Daoyou!"

Chapter 331 Swords in all directions

Listen to Zhou Fang's clear howl.

Just now he lowered his head and didn't want to look at Fellow Song Daoist. Li Zhan with the sword behind him couldn't help but raise his head.

Zhou Fang's move was because even Li Zhan placed great hopes.

Who is Zhou Fang?

Fifty years ago, he was the owner of Changhong Mountain Villa.

According to legend, he once retreated to Mojian Cave of Changhong Mountain Villa in one breath for three years.

He didn't break through until a sharp sword in his hand turned into a broken sword.

And on the day he broke through.

The former owner of Fengjian Villa, Li Zhan, went to search for it.

Looking for an opponent in Kendo.

After this battle.

Zhou Fang's broken sword was cut off, leaving only a twenty-inch blade and a sword body, and the hilt was as shattered.

Li Zhan broke Zhou Fang's sword, but he left an everlasting sword mark on his chest.

The sword mark is two inches wide and one inch deep.

Now every time Li Zhan takes a deep breath, the sword marks on his chest will aching...

"One sword of bronze."

"One sword is absolutely rainbow."

"A sword comes to the west."

"A sword to the east?"