In Mo Han's hand, there was clearly only a withered branch, but at this moment, he was waving it continuously, and it was incredibly fast.
The cold sword qi was extremely violent as it crushed toward Song Qingshu. He had actually completely suppressed Song Qingshu's Wudang sword technique.
Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. He instantly felt the danger of death and immediately changed his attack to defense.
But unexpectedly, Mo Han's attacks were too fierce. The Nine Swords Beyond the Swords was displayed to the extreme, and every move was an attack, sweeping across everything. He did not give Song Qingshu any chance to catch his breath.
It was clearly just a branch, but it was not inferior to a sharp sword!
As a result, in just three rounds, Song Qingshu was already at a disadvantage and could only defend passively.
After another two rounds, the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand had been sent flying by Mo Han, and the ordinary branch was placed in front of his neck, ready to stab him to death at any moment!
In just five moves, Song Qingshu was defeated!
Seeing this scene, everyone's head was as big as a bucket.
Their invincible eldest senior brother, Song Qingshu, had actually been defeated so directly and so absurdly. It was truly inconceivable.
In fact, many people didn't even see what was going on. The sword in Song Qingshu's hand flew away, and he was defeated.
Even Song Qingshu's life was in Mo Han's hands.
And all of this was because of this young man before them, the young man that they had underestimated, using just a withered branch…
For a moment, everyone looked at each other in panic.
Song Qingshu's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he looked at the withered branch that was so close to him. He couldn't help but gulp. He was truly terrified to the extreme.
He was Song Yuanqiao's only son and had a high status.
If it was anyone else, they would naturally be wary of his identity and would not dare to do anything to him.
However, the Mo Han in front of her seemed to be a little rash and probably did not care about these things.
In fact, if Mo Han was really a spy of the Demonic Sect, he would not hesitate to get rid of him, the future successor of Wudang Sect, to prevent future troubles.
Instantly, Song Qingshu's heart trembled.""Mo Han…No, Brother Mo, don't be rash. Let's talk…let's talk. Today's matter was all a misunderstanding. Right, a misunderstanding. It was all instigated by that trash Shi Meng. That's why I'm like this. As long as you let me go, I'll cut that guy into eight pieces and apologize to you! Don't be rash, Brother Mo!"
Even though Song Qingshu was once again arrogant and domineering, in the face of life and death, he had no choice but to keep a very, very low profile.
He was afraid that Mo Han would be impulsive and stab him to death with a branch!
If that was the case, he, Song Qingshu, would definitely not be able to cry.
Mo Han looked at Song Qingshu, whose face was pale and was about to pee his pants. He smiled contemptuously and said mockingly,"
"Shi Meng deserves to die, but so do you. In the grand Wudang Sect, whether it was Perfected Zhang or the Wudang Seven Heroes, they were all chivalrous people who were famous all over the world. "However, when it comes to you, the entire three generations of Wudang have been led by you, Song Qingshu, to form cliques and private businesses. The atmosphere is not right.”
Mo Han enunciated each word and said righteously,""It can be said that you, Song Qingshu, have single-handedly destroyed the entire third generation of Wudang, and even the future of Wudang. Such a sin is unforgivable!"
Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and his breathing quickened. However, he had no way to refute.
What Mo Han said was true. Under his leadership and management, those who obeyed him would prosper and those who resisted him would perish.
Most of the third generation disciples of Wudang were his trusted aides. Those who opposed it were mostly taught a lesson by them and even disposed of…
This was especially true for those who were more talented than Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu had even used his methods to eradicate them. Otherwise, how could he stand out from the crowd?
For a moment, Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat, and his body trembled. However, he gritted his teeth and said sternly,
"Mo Han, you can't kill me. Otherwise, my father won't let you off!”
Helpless, Song Qingshu could only bring out Song Yuanqiao to intimidate Mo Han.
Mo Han smiled and did not think much of it. Just as you said before, it's hard for you to die today. I'll spare your life and make you a cripple for the rest of your life!”
"No…don't! You…you can't…"
Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically. He was terrified to the extreme.
Just now, he had decided Mo Han's fate and threatened to cripple Mo Han, making Mo Han suffer a fate worse than death.
But now, Mo Han was actually going in the opposite direction. He wanted to cripple Song Qingshu and make him wish he was dead!
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Han casually slashed the branch in his hand, directly striking Song Qingshu's dantian, sending him flying.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out as Song Qingshu fell heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief. Blood trickled out of the hand that was clutching his dantian.
"You…you…you really crippled me?”
Song Qingshu said in disbelief.
He was the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the number one person in Wudang's third generation, and even the future sect leader of Wudang!
He should have had a bright future, but now, he was crippled just like that?
For a moment, Song Qingshu stood rooted to the spot, completely at a loss.
When the other third generation disciples behind him saw this, their faces turned even paler and they were dumbfounded. They had not expected Mo Han to be so direct and radical.
Song Qingshu was crippled!
Such a major event would definitely set off a bloody storm, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
Only Mo Han remained standing in his original spot. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and he was peerlessly elegant. He did not care at all.
Looking at the dumbfounded Song Qingshu, Mo Han smiled faintly and said calmly,""Hehe, Song Qingshu, let alone cripple you, what will happen even if I kill you? What can you do?"
The cold voice was very ear-piercing, causing Song Qingshu's face to be filled with despair. The gaze he looked at Mo Han with was filled with monstrous anger.
However, in just an instant, this anger turned into fear, and even his head lowered.
Just as Mo Han had said, if he dared to cripple Song Qingshu, he would naturally dare to kill Song Qingshu!
Seeing this scene, Mo Han nodded and said with a smile,""That's right. This is the attitude that you, Song Qingshu, should have. As a cripple, you should preserve your life and struggle on at death's door!”
Song Qingshu clenched his fists, his body trembling. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was unknown whether it was because of pain or anger.
However, he did not dare to flare up at all. He only lowered his head and his face was pale.
The third-generation disciples behind him were completely flustered and at a loss.
Song Qingshu had been crippled, and Mo Han was naturally the main culprit in the punishment. Those who had followed Song Qingshu would not have a good ending either. It was very likely that they would be punished by Song Yuanqiao as well!
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