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At the moment when the short sword broke through the air.

Song Qingshu's clothes were stained with a drop of rain and dew, shaking with the shock of the space.

The rain and dew on the hem of Song Qing's book sprinkled down.

But now, the five swords have broken through the air, and the rain has not yet fallen to the ground.

Under Jian Qi.

That drop of rain and dew turned into little glaze-like clear things in the air, still far away from the ground.

"what!"

Faced with such a dangerous scene.

Countless physical and martial arts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind.

Facing the first-line crisis between life and death.

Song Qingshu never retreated, nor was he afraid.

He just raised the sword.

Clouds and thunder arcs appeared under the feet, the shadows gradually faded, and the lotus was floating.

It was at such a moment.

The space around Song Qing's body seemed to be suspended.

Five swords broke the wind and rain broke the night.

But it was very close to Song Qingshu.

Wu Jian could no longer push forward even an inch.

Awe-inspiring sword will take a break.

Time just stopped with this moment.

But it's not that it really stopped.

Five swords and sword intent take a break.

However, the five men holding their swords still clenched tightly and never relaxed.

At this time, Song Qingshu raised the body and artistic conception to the extreme.

This made him seem to be about to break free from the obstruction of time and space.

Then Song Qingshu waved his left arm like lightning.

Jianfeng slashed behind him with the desolate aura of the Great Desolate Overturning the Mountain.

Cut the Xiongqi Fangjian into the Lingxi Mountain Cliff.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stared coldly at the long sword under him, holding the sword and pulling his right arm violently.

With the breath of Cuilan chaos in the sea, the sword slashed towards Ling Xun's long sword.

The long sword at this time was like a sharp arrow shot into a vast ocean.

Not for a while.

All the momentum on the long sword has disappeared.

The sword body has not been completely shot out of the rock and the long sword has dissipated and got stuck in the rock.

The danger under him is broken.

Song Qingshu's figure swept back like a ghost.

At the same time.

Song Qingshu threw the sword in his right hand into his left hand.

A wrong hand slashed, shining with the fire.

Song Qingshu directly slashed the silky soft sword on his left.

"Gravity Ring! Ten times the pressure!"

After another risk, a jade ring on Song Qingshu's left index finger glowed with a faint red light.

clang!

With the tenfold increase in the weight of the Hell Platform, the heavy short sword in front of the Hell Platform was directly pressed.

No longer the infinite power of colliding with the Hell Terrace.

"The Great Wilderness turns the mountain to a decisive battle, and the slash is cut!"

After breaking four swords in one breath, Song Qingshu still never stopped.

Song Qingshu clenched the purple blood soft sword in both hands, bent his knees, and the veins and blood vessels on his arms were exposed.

After he muttered a sword fight silently in his heart, it seemed as if he was lifting a hill.

Raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand fiercely, and slashed to the broken sword above his head.

The misty world of chaos.

Once again, it collided fiercely with Song Qingshu's desolate world with a sword.

With a burst of fire shining in the dark night, the rain and fog scattered.

Broken Sword flew back into the sky again and ceased to exist.

At this point, Song Qingshu had just stood on the ground again with a body that looked like an afterimage.

"Five swords came through the air, life and death in one breath."

"Faced with such a killer move, I don't believe anyone can take it lightly."

"Even if it is me, I can't escape with continuous arms and swords."

"Friend Song, your ghostly five swords cut through the morning breeze, how strong are you?"

Li Zhan frowned slightly, looking at the broken sword flying towards the sky.

The long sword stuck in the rock, the dagger that fell to the ground, the soft sword that went away without knowing where to go, the square sword that pierced the wall of Lingxi Mountain.

Finally, he looked at the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand that was covered with rain dew.

Sighing and sighing.

Scene after scene of conjecture came to mind.

Flying from the five swords to the front.

When Song Qingshu drew out four swords one after another, he threw out a hell platform.

Such a dangerous scene, in the eyes of Li Zhan and Tang Xun, is naturally extremely long.

However, in reality, less than a breath of time has passed.

The grain slipped into the air from Song Qing's clothes, and turned into drops of colored glaze.

Until now, it just dropped to the ground.

Zhou Fang looked at the turbid flower that raindrops gradually raised on the pebble.

Feeling in the heart and thinking.

After a long time, Zhou just smiled at himself mockingly, and then clapped.

The other four people who looked at Zhou Fang applauded, and after a little hesitation, followed by slapped their palms.

Li Zhan looked at this scene, gave a wry smile, and immediately applauded Song Qingshu.

"Swordmen are the proudest group of people in the world."

"Even if they are inferior to the enemy, they cannot relax the sword in their hands."

"Holding the sword in his hand forever, it is naturally impossible to applaud."

"You may hear the mute, see the blind drawing, but you can't see the swordsman clapping, or hear the applause."

"At least, I have lived for more than two hundred years. This is the first time I have seen and heard."

Tang Xun squeezed his chin lightly, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered to the three people around him.

Seeing this scene, the three pavilion masters of Tang Mengu no longer dared to look at Song Qingshu's mind, and had to be silent and indifferent.

Song Qingshu watched the scene of five people applauding himself, the indifference on his lips melted slightly, with a smile: "The five swords have their own strengths and weaknesses."

"But in the case of kendo, there is no way to be invincible. Today, the five of them lost to me.

When Zhou Fang heard the words, the smile on his lips dissipated with endless bitterness:

"Friend Song, I never believe in geniuses."

"I think the so-called genius is just that the sword is stronger and sharper when swinging the sword."

"But today, with a few swords of your ghosts and charms, you can cut off the strongest swords of us in one breath."

"So, I really have to worship, you are a genius of swordsmanship..."

Hearing this, the indifference on Song Qingshu's face completely turned into joy:

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhou is serious, Qing Shu is just a little bit faster than others when dancing swords, there is nothing to say."

"By the way, the two joint things..."

Not waiting for Song Qingshu to finish.

Zhou Fang already raised his head and said heavily:

"But the five of us still want to ask!"

Chapter 333 Five Swords and Ten Thousands of Swords

The swordsman abandoned his dignity, was surprised at the few swords Song Qingshu had just made, and chose to bow and sigh.

So Tang Xun lived for two hundred years, and for the first time he heard the swordsmen clapping their palms and making bursts of applause.

Song Qingshu never thought of it.

Although the five people in front of him have already admired and recognized their strength.

The swords in the hands of the five people do not know where to fall.

But they still didn't put down the sword in their hearts.

Song Qingshu thought of this, with a smile on his lips:

"Is this just not convinced?"

"It's not that Qingshu is rude, none of the five of you and five swords are my enemy of one, so don't embarrass yourself."

Zhou Fang shook his head indifferently, clasped his fists at Song Qingshu, and complied respectfully:

"Friend Song Daoist has said that the few swords you have just made me worshipped."

"Since it is a service, it is naturally a person who is convinced, and has different opinions."

"Don't talk about the peak of kendo, even kendo can't get started."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu was so playful that he stirred up a smile:

"In that case, why not abandon the sword to chat?"

"We can chant the breeze and the moon to talk about business affairs with a smile, or lie down in the clouds with a drink."

"At the very least, I have no interest, and I will cut your swords and smash them."

After speaking, Song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword in his back into the scabbard.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stood proudly and silently, looking at the five people editing him in front of him.

A faint cold light flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, like a waning moon in the depths of thick clouds.

According to Zhou Fang, the five people felt a chill.

It's like a lone wolf hiding in the deep forest.