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 fighting 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 movements, 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 has the swordsmanship in the original work. Song Qingshu and Song Qingshu were discovered 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, and he couldn't help complaining secretly, he just came to pick up some leftovers that the protagonist of the original book didn't like, as for...
Mu Wanqing who was at the side clearly felt the unpredictable 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 your unique skills. , but Goudan'er 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 in his heart, and gave her a grateful look.
Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang suddenly had a strange expression, "Is he also 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 originally respected this master swordsman, but when he saw him come in without asking indiscriminately, he said that he would imprison himself for decades, and was chased and killed by Feng Qingyang in Chapter 45.
Criticizing himself severely at the moral high ground, his heart suddenly surged with anger, and the self-esteem of the traverser 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, you should admit your mistake to senior."
Feng Qingyang's Qingxiu heart has been 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 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.
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"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."
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Of course, the scene above is just Song Qingshu's fantasy, Feng Qingyang stared at his strange smile strangely, snorted coldly: "Just now you have lost your mind, if I make a move, you are already dead."
Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth, and smiled embarrassingly, how could he not get rid of his habit of thinking wildly, if the other party told him to do three tricks, the trance just now would have been fatal.
"Senior, please give me some advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, and as his footsteps changed, his palm implied the defensiveness of the Wudang cotton palm, mixed with the thickness of the Emei Jinding cotton palm and the bravery of the shocking iron palm.
"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in amazement, thinking in his heart that this kid can combine several palms with completely different temperaments so well, 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's 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 lightly, and continued to stand with his hands behind his back.
"Grandma, when will I be able to take a break?" Chapter 45: Chased by Feng Qingyang
With this shape, 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, his palm just now 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 was. Such a person in the Demon Cult was definitely not the blessing of Huashan, and he unconsciously had murderous intentions. Chapter Forty-Six: An Angry Slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and in a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, rolling on the ground with a shameful slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and in a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, rolling on the ground with a shameful slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and in a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, rolling on the ground with a shameful slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and in a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, rolling on the ground with a shameful slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue, and in a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, rolling on the ground with a shameful slap
Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.
With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.
Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.
The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.
Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.
Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Feng Lao wouldn't be as comfortable as he is facing me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer in his words, secretly thinking that he was lucky. The principle of the unique move, tried hard, and it actually came out, of course, there is still a big gap with Xiao Feng in terms of power, vigor, angle and timing, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm.
"Then who are you? You are the orthodox sect of Wudang Taoism in Emei, and you also know the evil martial arts of the Nine Yins and White Bone Claws. Xiao Feng and Guo Jing are probably the only ones who can barely beat you, and the rest of the clan leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so good, he quickly saw his martial arts methods clearly.
"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu turned his head and glanced at Mu Wanqing who was stunned, revealing a mischievous smile. But he thought in his heart that he was still accumulating food and slowly becoming king, and he had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo. If he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo would come to him after hearing the news, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
"The three tricks have been passed, if you don't want to say it, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, he picked up the sword formula and attacked.
The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu click his tongue. In a hurry, he quickly used the snake-shaped turning raccoon technique, rolling on the ground