One of the circles of light in front of Chongxu remained intact, and the other regenerated. Although the long sword was being used extremely fast, there was no sound of the golden blade cutting the wind, which showed that the flexibility of the sword had reached the peak.
Yucha frowned, he couldn't see any gaps in the opponent's swordsmanship, only felt that there were thousands of long swords covering his whole body, and secretly sighed in his heart that Tai Chi swordsmanship really lived up to its reputation.
He is skilled in swordsmanship and understands that the opponent's defense is flawless, but once he attacks, there will be a gap. He is planning to wait for work, but the fortress formed by the opponent's sword seems to be able to move, and the thousands of circles of light are like waves. , coming slowly.
Chongxu is not an attack with one move at a time, but a defensive with dozens of sword moves, which turns into an offensive at the same time.
Yucha turned pale with fright and couldn't resist, so he had to retreat to avoid it.
Song Qingshu nodded secretly when he saw it. The last time Taishan left, Chongxu's swordsmanship has improved a lot.
Yucha, the two of them in the arena, took a step back, and the circle of light pushed him one step further. In an instant, he had already taken seven or eight steps back.
Although Yucha was not very willing to compete at first, but even swordsmen have a sense of arrogance. He has been famous for his swordsmanship for many years, so how could he want to lose to Chongxu in public
As soon as he thought about it, he thought of the battle of Taishan, Song Qingshu broke Chongxu's Taiji swordsmanship with one move, and he could emulate it.
His eyes fell on the brightest center of the opponent's aperture, so he stabbed in with his sword.
However, he had just stabbed halfway, when he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm, knowing that he was invaded by the opponent's sword wind, he suddenly realized: Since Chongxu was defeated by this move back then, how could he continue to keep this flaw Let others take advantage of it
He made a decisive decision, turned the stab into a horizontal cut, and suddenly his feet started to run around Chongxu with a strange pace.
"Hey, what kind of lightness kung fu is this?" Seeing that he was galloping like a horse, all the people present were puzzled. Only Song Qingshu understood that this was the lightness kung fu shown on the murals on the island of chivalrous men. It's also pretty powerful.
After running like this for an unknown number of laps, suddenly there was a loud bang, and two swords had already been inserted into the nearby pillars.
Everyone looked back and found that Yucha and Chongxu were empty-handed, knowing that the two swords must have crossed just now, and they were finally blown away by Qiqi.
Seeing that it was almost done, Yu Lianzhou stepped forward to smooth things over and said, "The two senior brothers are really good at swordsmanship, which opened our eyes."
Chongxu and Yucha were courteous to each other, but Song Qingshu frowned slightly. You must know that Taiji sword is best at unloading force, but Chongxu was shaken by the opponent's strength so that the sword fell out of his hand. It can be seen that Yucha's skill is definitely superior to him.
As for Yucha's own sword flying out, it may not have been caused by the backshock, but most likely it was deliberately concealed and pretended to be blown away.
Glancing to the side, Zhang Sanfeng also looked this way, and the two of them exchanged eyes for a moment, obviously both of them thought of the same place.
But the matter has come to this point, it is not good to continue to test, I can only temporarily suppress the doubts in my heart, just as it is getting late, Wudang has prepared a dinner to entertain all guests.
The dinner party was full of light dishes, but most of them were cultivators, so they didn't care much about it, but Song Qingshu was suffering, thinking that he had to go down the mountain quickly, otherwise he would eat these every day, and his mouth would Haven't faded out yet
During the dinner, Song Qingshu also met guests from other branches of the Wudang Sect. Among them, Taoist Huang Mu of the Xiandu Sect quickly attracted his attention. He originally thought that the martial arts of the third-rate sects like the Xiandu Sect were not very high. Who knew that listening to the breathing of this Taoist Huangmu seemed to have cultivated a very high internal strength, and he was definitely not the kind of rookie he imagined.
He told Song Yuanqiao about this discovery, intending to find an opportunity to test him out. Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said, "Taoist Huangmu is a guest from afar after all, and now there is no evidence, so it's really dangerous to make things difficult for him based on guesswork. Damage the prestige of Wudang faction."
After a pause, he continued: "Take a ten thousand step back, even if he has any problems, we brothers and sisters are not good for nothing, let alone Master and you are here, what big waves they can make."
Song Qingshu thought so too, although there are only four of the Wudang Seven Heroes left, but after Zhang Sanfeng's careful training, coupled with decades of hard training, their martial arts are now more than enough to be the leaders of a large school in the world.
In addition, Chongxu and Daoist Ma Zhen were on the sidelines, even if he and Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, it would be difficult for the other party to make a big wave. After all, this time Wudang didn't invite all the sects, only a few people came.
Thinking of this, he finally relaxed, and after dinner, he took Shen Bijun to visit the scenery of Wudang Mountain.
Thinking that this is the place where my lover lived since he was a child, Shen Bijun was very happy in his heart, and his expression was joyful along the way, but suddenly he thought of something, and his face became a little worried: "Wouldn't it be good for us to sneak out like this?"
Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Don't worry, now they are preparing for tomorrow's ceremony, and they are very busy. Grand Master is worried that you will be left out, so he specially appointed me as a tour guide to make you feel at home."
"Grand Master is really a good person," Shen Bijun was filled with emotion, "At first I thought he was the kind of aloof and majestic, but I didn't expect him to look so kind...I think of my grandparents again..."
Seeing her crying, Song Qingshu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "From now on, this will be your home, Grand Master will be your grandfather, and my father will also be your father."
Shen Bijun hummed, and quickly turned from worry to joy.
The two walked around for a while, and Shen Bijun suddenly said, "Take me to see the room you used to live in."
"Okay." Song Qingshu nodded. In fact, he has never been here after time travel, but he has inherited the memory of his body, so he naturally knows the location.
Soon he found his former residence, and found that the windows inside were bright and clean, and the bedding was neatly folded, without any spider silk or dust. Thinking that he hadn't been back for several years and it was still so clean, it was obviously Song Yuanqiao who cleaned it all the time. His heart warmed up, and he felt more and more belonging to this world.
Let's talk about the wing room prepared for the guests on the other side of Wudang Mountain, where the Baiyun spectators are located. The two weird little Taoist priests returned to the room and closed the door.
"Have you found Song...is his whereabouts?" the young man asked.
The older one snorted: "After he left the banquet, he took that beautiful girl to travel around the mountains and rivers. Now that he has returned to the room, the two of them don't know what to do in there. It's really shameless."
The young man frowned slightly, and quickly changed the subject: "With him here this time, our mission may not be able to be completed."
The elder shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily the case. We have planned carefully. In that case, no matter how good his martial arts are, it's useless."
"But what if we accidentally hurt him?" The young Taoist couldn't help asking.
The old Taoist was taken aback for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "His martial arts is so high, he shouldn't be injured."
The young Taoist gave him a strange look: "Just now you said that martial arts are useless in that situation."
The old Taoist took a breath and said after a moment of silence: "Then let's lure him away first, so that he won't be a bit more variable here."