Anyone who had read a bit of wuxia novels would know who Song Yuanqiao was.
It wasn't that this person was very impressive, but Song Yuanqiao was a martial arts world's 'Jade Face Meng Chang'. He looked refined and delicate, and he was also willing to help others. He could properly do what others asked him to do.
Therefore, Song Yuanqiao received the respect of many people in the martial arts world. More importantly, if nothing unexpected happened, Song Yuanqiao would be the future Wudang Sect Master. As for that Qingshu, if Jiang Ning's guess was correct, it was Song Qingshu.
In The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre, one of the men that Jiang Ning hated the most was Song Qingshu.
Relying on the fact that Song Qingshu was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he often bullied Zhang Wuji. Now that Jiang Ning saw Song Qingshu, his disgust only increased.
Song Yuanqiao's sudden appearance caused many people to cry out in surprise. After all, this was a big shot. The Huashan Sect leader who led the way had no choice but to bow to Song Yuanqiao and say,"I didn't expect Senior Brother Song to come. How presumptuous.”
"Sigh, it's fine, it's fine. We're just like everyone else, we don't care about anything special.”Song Yuanqiao smiled slightly.
On the other hand, Song Qingshu was looking at Jiang Ning with a hint of arrogance and contempt. He was pleased with the Huashan Sect's attitude.
"Senior Song is indeed modest."
"Senior Song is righteous."
"As expected of the jade-faced Meng Chang. I'm convinced!”
Many people were flattering and praising Song Yuanqiao. Anyway, flattery didn't cost money.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Oh, I didn't expect this to be the famous Song Yuanqiao. Fellow Daoist Song.”
The person who spoke was Jiang Ning. He looked at Song Yuanqiao, and his words were a little disrespectful. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he called Song Yuanqiao 'Fellow Daoist'? Wasn't this forcefully pulling him up a generation?
If that was the case, Song Qingshu would have to call him Martial Uncle.
However, Jiang Ning's words carried a hint of sarcasm and a hint of thought-provoking meaning.
"Presumptuous! How dare you call me that?" Hearing Jiang Ning's words, Song Qingshu was instantly displeased. He stood up and looked at Jiang Ning coldly, as if he was about to slap Jiang Ning.
"Shut up." Jiang Ning shouted, his eyes revealing a terrifying aura, like a peerless divine sword.
In an instant, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone was stunned by Jiang Ning's roar.
The powerful aura made their hair stand on end.
Song Qingshu's originally proud face instantly turned deathly pale, as if he had lost all color. Looking at Jiang Ning, he felt as if he was facing a primordial beast, and his neck felt like it was stuck.
"Hmph, I'm talking to your elder, what are you blabbering about? Fellow Daoist Song, how do you discipline your son? Did he have a little upbringing when he was outside? Was there any courtesy? This kind of person was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and always thought that he was amazing. Today, he met me with a good temper. If it was anyone else, they would have killed him with a sword.”
Jiang Ning's words were rather impolite, directly insulting Song Qingshu for not having a good upbringing and also belittling Song Yuanqiao.
Song Yuanqiao was still the leader of the Wudang Sect's Seven Heroes. Jiang Ning's words were indeed a little overboard.
"Your words are a little too much.”
Song Yuanqiao spoke with an ugly expression.
"You call this going too far? Feeling uncomfortable? What a joke. Where were you when Wudang Sect's Zhang Cuishan was forced to his death by the various sects? Why aren't you saying anything? Why didn't you just say that? If you are not convinced, I will be right here and draw my sword.”
Jiang Ning's mouth was like a blade, stabbing into Song Yuanqiao's heart.
Zhang Cuishan had always been a scar in Song Yuanqiao's heart. This was his junior brother, and his junior brother had died in front of him, yet he was powerless to do anything about it. This made Song Yuanqiao feel extremely uncomfortable. Now, Jiang Ning's words had completely ignited Song Yuanqiao's anger.
"Impudent."
Song Yuanqiao drew his sword, and in an instant, the Wudang sword technique came charging over.
Song Yuanqiao was truly furious. He had used Wudang's ultimate sword technique, Nine Palace Consecutive Sword!
The Nine Palace Chain Sword was stronger than the previous one. The eighty-one sword strikes were like a violent storm, continuous and unending.
Jiang Ning glanced at him and instantly attacked.
"Hiss! It's too fast."
"This person's sword is too fast."
"Very strong."
"No wonder he dares to call himself Sword Maniac. He's actually so strong.”
A qualified swordsman could be judged from three points: the speed of drawing the sword, the style of the sword, and the depth of the sword path.
The faster he drew his sword, the better. This was the simple principle of the so-called martial arts in the world that only speed could not defeat.
As for the sword move, it referred to the opponent's attack, or when you were about to make a move, which point to attack from, or which direction to attack from. It could be done in an exquisite and peerless manner.
As for the sword path, it was only a battle between true peerless experts. Their martial arts realm and strength had already reached an unfathomable stage, so when they fought, it was like playing chess. It was difficult to determine the winner with one move.
After going through a " program," it was like a setup in chess. When the last stone was formed, the set pattern would immediately close and kill the Great Dragon.
The battle between Jiang Ning and Song Yuanqiao had yet to reach the level of the sword path. It wasn't that Jiang Ning couldn't reach it, but that Song Yuanqiao couldn't.
Nine Swords Beyond the Swords struck out.
The Sword-breaking Form was the best swordsmanship in the world.
Jiang Ning raised his hand and slashed out. It was ordinary and did not give off any feeling of surprise. However, in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, there was only Jiang Ning's sword. This sword had 32 flaws, but in the blink of an eye, there were only 12 flaws left.
His expression changed. He wanted to seize an opening and attack, but he found that the opening was gone. Everything was an illusion.
Swordsmanship was about a set of routines, which was why so many people liked to use swords. A sword user could easily overcome a thousand pounds with just a few taels of silver. Using a sword to defeat others gave them a sense of superiority that suppressed their intelligence.
Jiang Ning's Nine Swords Beyond the Swords was the best sword technique. Song Yuanqiao was unable to resist this sword attack at all.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out as the sword in Song Yuanqiao's hand was sent flying by Jiang Ning's sword.
A swordsman losing his sword meant losing everything.
In an instant, everyone was in an uproar.
"He actually defeated Senior Song."
"Am I seeing things? Defeat Senior Song with a single sword strike?"
"Am I dreaming? This was Song Yuanqiao, Senior Song, the head of the Wudang Sect's Seven Heroes, and a renowned sword master. How could he be defeated by a young man in one move?”
"The new waves push on the previous ones."
Some people cried out in disbelief, some stood there in shock without saying a word, and some sighed deeply as they looked at Jiang Ning with an indescribable sense of depression.
This was a kind of unwillingness and envy.
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