Since Xuancheng came out of the temple, he has encountered countless masters in the rivers and lakes. It can be said that he is proficient in the cultivation base of the thirteen schools of Shaolin. It can be said that gods can block and kill gods and demons.
Thinking of being crushed by Song Qingshu's hands over and over again, Xuan Cheng inevitably felt a sense of depression in his chest. In his spare time, he often used Song Qingshu as an imaginary enemy. Naturally, he was very clear about the opponent's martial arts characteristics.
Since the fall of Sword Saint Feng Qingyang, there are not many sword masters who can penetrate his eyes in this Jianghu. As for the opponent's sword just now, even Xuan Cheng felt a little dizzy, so Song Qingshu's first reaction was naturally.
Hearing Xuan Cheng's call, everyone in the field had different expressions, Wu Yunzhu looked surprised, but Zuo Lengchan and the others looked dignified.
&[±[±[±, ⌒.≯⊥.≡p; Sensing that the delicate body in his arms suddenly became stiff, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Could it be that the master is talking about the golden snake king who has become more and more famous in the world recently? "
His identity is sensitive, and he naturally doesn't want to be exposed to the public, so he made up his mind not to admit it.
"Huh?" Xuan Cheng was just a subconscious guess because the opponent's swordsmanship was too exquisite, seeing that there was no flaw in the opponent's tone, he couldn't be sure for a while.
"I have heard of the Golden Snake King's swordsmanship for a long time, and I have always wanted to learn it, but it is a pity that I have always been ignorant..." Song Qingshu sighed, his tone seemed to be full of regret, and after a long time, he changed the subject, "Listening to the tone of the master, I must Have you seen his sword skills?"
Song Qingshu boasted about himself without even blinking his eyes, which really dispelled everyone's doubts. After all, with their experience in the world, no one would be so shameless. It's a pity that Song Qingshu came from later generations, and he didn't take those rules in the world seriously.
"I've seen it." Xuan Cheng replied with a dark face.
"How is my swordsmanship compared to the Golden Snake King?" Song Qingshu slowly showed a smile on his face. Fortunately, he was blocked by the mask, so he didn't show any flaws just now.
"Although your swordsmanship just now has some skill, it's still far behind the Golden Snake King." Xuan Cheng replied in a low voice. His martial arts are by no means inferior to his. If he answered that this person's swordsmanship is better than Song Qingshu's, wouldn't he be inferior to himself
"With the master's cultivation base, since I can't compare with it, then it must be close to ten..." Song Qingshu pretended to show a disappointed look.
Xuan Cheng's face became hot when he heard it, he smiled sarcastically, and didn't say anything else, but Ren Yingying couldn't help but comforted him: "Senior, don't belittle yourself, I have seen Song Qingshu's swordsmanship before, is it better than yours?" Where are you going?"
Song Qingshu didn't expect that Ren Yingying would actually comfort him, so he couldn't help crying and laughing, and secretly made up his mind that he must not reveal his identity in front of her, otherwise the ghost knows what shameful reaction she will have.
Zuo Lengchan suddenly sneered and said: "Miss Ren really deserves to be born in the Devil's Sect. Not long ago, your father announced to the whole world about your marriage with Song Qingshu, but in the blink of an eye you were lying in another man's arms and speaking ill of your fiancé, hehe..." Although he didn't finish his words, everyone understood what he meant, and looked at the two of them with ambiguous eyes.
Ren Yingying's face turned cold: "Surnamed Zuo, you are a great master of a generation, but your mouth is full of obscenities."
"I'm just telling the truth. Why, Ms. Ren herself knows that these actions are dirty?" Zuo Lengchan smiled sarcastically, accidentally touched the wound in his body, and couldn't help coughing.
"Noisy!" Sensing Ren Yingying's body trembling slightly, Song Qingshu couldn't help being furious, and stabbed Zuo Lengchan with a sword. He grasped the timing of this move just right, just at the critical moment when Zuo Lengchan's injury flared up, so that Zuo Lengchan, a generation of masters, couldn't even arouse the slightest resistance at this moment.
When the point of the sword was about to pierce Zuo Lengchan's forehead, suddenly a gray shadow flashed, Xu Zhu had already appeared beside him, using his hand as a knife, he slashed on the Chengying sword.
There was a sound of gold and stone intersecting in the air, Xu Zhu had successfully protected Zuo Lengchan behind him, looked at Song Qingshu who was a few feet away and said: "Benefactor, your opponent is me." After speaking, he raised his knife and attacked him past.
Song Qingshu frowned, holding a person in his arms, his actions were more than a bit slower, unexpectedly Xu Zhu successfully rescued Zuo Lengchan.
Sensing the faint flow of true energy on the edge of the opponent's palm, Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless. He had seen the power of Xu Zhu Beiming's true energy cutting the body at the Golden Snake Conference before, which was no less than a real sword.
The two sides fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, Xu Zhu's hand knife and Song Qingshu's sword never really touched each other, both sides often changed their moves in the middle of a move, on the surface it looked like a literary fight, but in fact it was extremely dangerous However, if either side reveals a flaw for a moment, it will definitely lead to a thunderous blow that the other side has been preparing for a long time.
Zuo Lengchan on the side saw his eyes flicker, and thought to himself: I have always been the number one in the Wuyue Sword Sect. I thought there was only one Song Qingshu in the world. Who knew that an ordinary little monk in Shaolin Temple would have one With such attainments... one must improve his strength as soon as possible, and it seems that the plan to seize the Lin Family's Evil Resisting Sword Manual must be advanced.
Sensing that the internal energy attached to the sword is constantly being dissipated by the true energy of Beiming in Xu Zhu's hand, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, he already understood Xu Zhu's intention, the reason why the other party used such a move that consumes so much internal energy is because The two sides were forced to consume each other's internal energy, because he had to suppress the cold poison for Ren Yingying, and it would be extremely unfavorable for him to continue like this.
Fang Zheng sighed suddenly: "My benefactor, if you want to heal Miss Ren at the same time, your moves will inevitably have an impact. This battle has already been defeated and won't win. If you trust me, hand Miss Ren over to me. The cold poison in the body is suppressed by the old monk."
Song Qingshu frowned, and snorted coldly: "The reason why she was injured before was because you held me back, and now you're here to cry and pretend to be merciful?"
"Miss Ren's injury was just an accident," Fang Zheng shook his head, "not to mention who hurt her, everyone in the field can see clearly."
Zuo Lengchan also took the opportunity to chime in and said, "Who in Jianghu doesn't know that Master Fangzheng is merciful, and Your Excellency treats the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Do you think we don't know what the plan is?"
Song Qingshu just deflected Xu Zhu's attack with a sword, he couldn't help being startled when he heard this: "What idea can I make?"
Zuo Lengchan chuckled and said: "This Miss Ren is a well-known beauty in the world, and she is usually very high-spirited, she doesn't care about men, and you hold her in your arms with integrity like you. There are not many such opportunities, so how can you be willing to let go?"
Ren Yingying's face turned red and then pale, she couldn't help but bit her lip and said, "Senior, let me go."
Song Qingshu couldn't help frowning: "Miss Ren, don't you see what Fang Zheng is up to?"
"Of course Yingying knows that this old monk suppressed the cold poison for me, and it is true that he took the opportunity to hold me hostage. But what they said is also reasonable, not to mention that I already have a crush, and it is inconvenient for me to be hugged by other men all the time. "Ren Yingying lowered her head, her face flushed slightly.
"Wuliang Tianzun, the little girl is neither willing to be rescued by the old monk nor the young man, so I don't know if the little girl would mind being rescued by the old master." A soft and mellow laughter suddenly came from the distant woods.