Chapter 45

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said at all. Just now, he had read it all over again and had learned all about the five mountains sword technique and the ten old broken techniques of the demon sect. Now he closed his eyes and his mind was running fast.

After reading the original book, he has long understood that moves are dead and people are alive. If these sword moves are used in the same way, they will be easily cracked by others. But as long as the swordsman uses them flexibly, he can avoid being easily broken by the enemy.

Before Song Qingshu, he always had high paper fighting power, but he lacked real combat vision. Now these murals give him a vivid demonstration of the skirmish between experts.

The angle, timing, strength of the move, the connection of the next move, and the enemy's response... Song Qingshu felt more and more clear in his heart.

Suddenly, I was shocked. I turned around and looked at him. Mu Wanqing noticed his action and turned around. He found an old man with white hair and fairyland standing there quietly.

"Young people are so alert," the old man said with a smile, looking at the sword moves on the wall. His expression fell into memory and finally turned into a long sigh. "After so many years, the people of the sun moon god religion still came to me."

This man is naturally fengqingyang, the master of swordsmanship in the original work. Song Qingshu was discovered by him as soon as they went to Siguo cliff. He was surprised to find that song Qingshu entered the secret cave here without stopping.

You should know that no one knows the secret of this place except Linghu Chong. Song Qingshu's behavior is obviously that he knows the secret of this place in advance and realizes that his internal power seems not to be decent martial arts. Feng Qingyang speculates a little and thinks that he is probably a member of the demon sect. He got the secret from the former people's notes.

The unique skill of Wuyue sword sect must not fall into the hands of the demon sect. Feng Qingyang's mind flashed by and said lightly, "young man, I can't let you go down the mountain with Wuyue sword technique. I'd better stay here and live with my old man for 20 or 30 years."

Song Qingshu didn't know that he was misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the demon sect. He couldn't help complaining secretly. He just came to pick up some leftovers that the protagonist of the original novel didn't like. As for

One side of Mu Wanqing clearly felt the old man's unfathomable momentum, heard his words in a hurry, quickly explained: "we just inadvertently broke into the forbidden area of your sect, don't understand the rules, saw the unique skills of your sect, but dog son, he is just a fool, can't remember, also hope that there are a lot of senior adults, let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing pleading for himself, song Qingshu couldn't help feeling warm in his heart and looked at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression was a little strange. "Is he a fool?" Suddenly aware of what, his face is more severe, looking at Song Qingshu: "clever words to cheat a woman, is unforgivable."

Song Qingshu respected the master of swordsmanship very much, but when he came in, he said that he would be imprisoned for decades without asking for any details, and then he stood on the moral commanding point and criticized himself severely. His heart suddenly burst with anger. The self-esteem of the passer-by made him smile: "ha ha, it's like your martial arts are better than mine."

Mu Wanqing looks pale and anxiously at Song Qingshu: "dog egg, you quickly admit a mistake with your predecessors."

Qingxiu's heart has been like an ancient well for many years. However, he still made his heart angry and hummed: "young people are too arrogant."

"You can try." Song Qingshu stood there silently, looking at his nose with his eyes and heart with his nose.

"Come on, or you won't have a chance. I can give you three moves first." Feng Qingyang, with his hands behind his back and self-respect for his identity, refused to take the lead.

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"You said that." Song Qingshu's mouth shows a trace of evil smile. His body moves and moves to the extreme. He passes fengqingyang like lightning. Looking at fengqingyang's neck covered with a bloodstain, he slowly falls down. Song Qingshu wipes the bloodstain on the wooden sword and says with disdain, "don't pretend to force him. He is attacked by thunder."

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Of course, the scene above is just the fantasy of song Qingshu. Feng Qingyang stares at his strange smile strangely and hums coldly: "you have lost your mind just now. If I do it, you will be dead."

Song Qingshu wipes the saliva on his mouth and grins. He can't get rid of his obsession. If it wasn't for the other party's three moves, he would have died just now.

"Please give me some advice." Song Qingshu is full of spirit. In the change of his steps, one palm implies the defensive power of Wudang soft palm, the heaviness of Emei Jinding soft palm and the bravery of Zhentian iron palm.

"Eh!" Feng Qingyang looks at him in surprise. He thinks that he is really a martial arts genius because he can combine several palm techniques with different temperament so appropriately. Unfortunately, as a member of the demon sect, he is full of hostility. It's a pity

Feng Qingyang's mind moved. He held the sword formula with his fingers and met it with one finger. Song Qingshu was shocked to find that a sharp and fierce sword Qi tore his fist style. If he didn't withdraw his hand and continue to move forward, he was afraid that his palm would be pierced. A big Voldemort fist in his left hand quickly dispersed the opponent's sword Qi, and then he dodged and retreated several meters away.

"Dugu Jiujian's palm breaking style really deserves its reputation." Song Qingshu looks at fengqingyang with a heavy face. Dugu Jiujian is sure to save the enemy.

Feng Qingyang has already broken away from the shackles of Dugu Jiujian. Just now, that finger only implied the meaning of breaking the palm. Seeing that he mistook it for Dugu Jiujian, he didn't explain: "the young man's martial arts are outstanding among the younger generation. It's rare."

"Fenglao is really the best swordsman in the world today." Song Qingshu said with deep admiration.

"The first move has passed. Let's take the second one." With a faint smile, Feng Qingyang continued to stand with her hands down.

"Granny, when can I take a look at this shape and put on some pressure in front of the enemy?" Song Qingshu angrily thought of it, and then a regular tiger claw directly attacked the other side in the middle.

"Yi ~" halt the troops and wait for the wind to be surprised. Just now he had a handful of the essence of the palm of his hand, but the second strokes were so plain and unsophisticated.

Sure enough, when he attacked him, song Qingshu changed from a fierce tiger claw hand to a sinister nine Yin white bone claw. His move was fast, but he was not in a hurry. A finger was slowly on the claw shadow all over the sky.

Mu Wanqing is tired of watching it. Song Qingshu's nine Yin White Bone Claw attacks very quickly, but his fingers are like slowing down. It's just right that he can use his sword Qi to scatter every claw of song Qingshu!

After a few breaths, song Qingshu returned to the original place, his hands numb. Feng Qingyang was surprised to look at him. "I didn't expect that he and his sword Qi were directly connected, but he didn't hurt a cent."

"There's a last resort." The more so, the more sober is the mind. Such a person in the demon sect is not the blessing of Huashan. He has unconsciously killed himself.