Chapter 45: Chased by Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said at all. He read it just now, and he had already mastered the Five Sacred Sword Technique and the ten old breaking techniques of the Devil's Cult. 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 invariably, it is easy for others to decipher them, but as long as the person using the sword uses the moves flexibly, he can naturally avoid being caught by the enemy. Easily broken.

Song Qingshu had always been very powerful on paper before, but lacked practical vision. Now these murals gave him a vivid demonstration of the tricks between masters.

The angle, timing, strength, and connection of the next move, as well as the enemy's response... Song Qingshu felt his heart became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly startled, she turned her head and looked behind her intently. Mu Wanqing noticed his movement and turned around, and found the old man with white hair and beard standing there silently.

"Young people are so alert." The old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression lost in memory, and finally turned into a long sigh, "After so many years, the people from the Sun Moon God Sect still came here."

Naturally, this person is Feng Qingyang, who possessed superb swordsmanship in the original work. Song Qingshu and Song Qingshu were spotted by him as soon as they passed the cliff. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshu didn't stop at all, and went straight into the secret cave here.

You must know that except for Linghu Chong who accidentally bumped in, no one else knew the secrets here, and Song Qingshu's behavior was obviously to know the secrets here in advance, and he realized that his internal strength did not seem to be decent martial arts, Feng Qingyang speculated slightly, I think he is probably a member of the Demon Cult, and he got the secret here from the notes of the predecessors.

The unique moves of the Five Sacred Sword Sect must not fall into the hands of the Demon Sect. A thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind, and he said lightly, "Young man, I can't let you go down the mountain with the Five Sacred Sword Art, so stay here with me The old man will live for twenty or thirty years."

How did Song Qingshu know that he was misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the Demon Cult, so he couldn't help but complain secretly. He just came here to pick up some leftovers that the protagonist of the original book didn't like. As for...

Mu Wanqing at the side clearly felt the unfathomable aura of the old man. Hearing his words, he felt anxious, and quickly explained: "We just accidentally broke into the forbidden area of your sect. We didn't understand the rules and saw the unique skills of your sect , but Goudaner is just a fool, he can't remember even after seeing it, and I hope that there are many seniors, so let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing pleading for him, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling warm, and gave her a grateful look.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Is he also considered a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his face became more severe, and he looked at Song Qingshu: "It is an unforgivable crime to deceive a woman with clever words."

Song Qingshu respected this master swordsman at first, but when he saw him come in without asking indiscriminately, he said that he would imprison himself for decades, and then stood on the moral high ground and criticized himself severely, a burst of anger surged in his heart. His self-esteem made him smile proudly: "Hehe, it sounds like your martial arts are better than mine."

Mu Wanqing turned pale at the side, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "You son of a bitch, quickly admit your mistake to senior."

Feng Qingyang has cultivated his heart like an ancient well for many years, but he still made his heart feel angry, and he snorted coldly: "Young people are too arrogant."

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

"You make a move, or you won't have a chance. I can let you do three moves first." Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back, respecting his identity, and refused to make the first move.

...

"That's what you said." Song Qingshu revealed an evil smile, and with a movement of his body, Tasha Wuhen moved to the extreme, passing by Feng Qingyang like lightning, and saw a bloodstain on his neck Feng Qingyang fell down slowly, Song Qingshu wiped the blood on the wooden sword, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend to be forceful, pretend to be struck by lightning."

...

Of course, the scene above was just Song Qingshu's fantasy. Feng Qingyang stared at his strange smile strangely, and snorted coldly: "Just now you have lost your mind, if I make a move, you are already dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the drool from his mouth, and smiled embarrassingly. How could he not get rid of his habit of thinking wildly? If the other party hadn't told him to do three tricks, the trance just now would have been fatal.

"I also ask the seniors to give me advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, and as his footsteps changed, his palm implied the defensiveness of the Wudang Mian Palm, mixed with the thickness of the Emei Golden Top Mian Palm and the bravery of the Tiantian Iron Palm.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, thinking in his heart that this kid can combine several palm techniques with completely different temperaments so properly, he is really a martial arts genius. It's a pity that as a member of the Demon Cult, I am full of hostility, it is a pity...

Feng Qingyang thought about it, pinched the sword formula with his fingers, and greeted him with one finger. Song Qingshu was horrified to find that a sharp sword energy had torn apart his fist wind. If he didn't withdraw his palm and continued to move forward, his palm would probably be pierced through. With a dodge, he retreated a few meters away.

"The Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palm Style really deserves its reputation." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a serious face, and Dugu Nine Swords really must save the enemy.

Feng Qingyang has long since escaped from the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords, the finger just now implied a broken palm sword intent, seeing that he mistook it for Dugu Nine Swords, he did not argue: "Young man's martial arts are already among the best among the younger generation , rare and rare."

"Feng Lao really deserves to be the number one swordsman in the world today." Song Qingshu praised sincerely.

"The first move is over, let's use the second move." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, and continued to stand with his hands behind his back.

"Grandma, when will I be able to show off this look and pretend to be aggressive in front of the enemy." Song Qingshu thought angrily, and then a well-regulated tiger claw hand directly attacked the opponent's middle.

"Huh~" Feng Qingyang was shocked again. Just now, his palm was mixed with the essence of several sets of palm techniques, but this second move was so ordinary. He knew that he must have another move, so he stood still.

Sure enough, when attacking in front of him, Song Qingshu changed from a fierce tiger claw hand to a sinister nine-yin white bone claw. over the shadows.

Mu Wanqing was bored watching from the sidelines, Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang's fingers seemed to be slowing down, but they were able to disperse every attack of Song Qingshu with the sword energy just right. claw!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to the original place, his hands were numb. Feng Qingyang glanced at him unexpectedly, "I never thought that he would meet my sword energy head-on and not get hurt at all."

"There is one last move." The more this happened, the more vigilant Feng Qingyang became. Such a person in the Demon Cult was definitely not Huashan's blessing, and he unconsciously had the intention to kill.