"Song Qingshu?"
Yan Chen looked at Song Qingshu and sized him up. He turned to Li Tieniu and asked leisurely,""Iron Bull, have you heard of this person?”
"Yes!" Li Tieniu looked honest on the surface, but he was also scheming on the inside." He seems to be an extraordinary figure in the Wudang Sect.”
"Jade-faced Fox or something…I can't remember clearly."
Li Tieniu had deliberately called 'Jade-faced Meng Chang' as 'Jade-faced Fox'. The nickname of a modest young master had suddenly become flirtatious and strange.
"Oh? That was strange. Jade-faced Fox was so powerful. Why would he wait until his companion was killed before standing up?”
"Then I don't know…He might just be a crafty villain with a false reputation.”
The two of them did not lower their voices, so everyone heard them clearly.
The crowd of bandits burst into laughter. Even the orthodox disciples couldn't help but laugh.
Anyone could tell that Yan Chen was mocking Song Qingshu with the bearded bandit, saying that he was not only incompetent, but also hypocritical.
Zhou Zhiruo also gave a shallow smile. Ding Minjun, who was standing at the side, noticed her expression and snorted coldly. However, a vicious scheme had already crept up her mind.
Song Qingshu's face was flushed red, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.
"Even if I, Song Qingshu, have an undeserved reputation, I'm still much stronger than you bandits who rob and rob!”
"Jade faced fox young hero Song, your tongue is naturally very good. Since you have stepped out, let's see the truth.”
Yan Chen didn't intend to argue on this point. He held his sword horizontally and smiled.
"Hmph, take this!"
Song Qingshu grunted heavily and stepped forward. The sword in his hand shone brightly. It was clearly not an ordinary weapon.
Swoosh!
Sword light flashed and he charged forward!
The moment he attacked, it was the purest Wudang sword technique, one of the Seven Stars Sword Technique!
This move was fast and heavy, and it had many variations. As the sword light flashed, it had already covered Yan Chen's vital points!
Regardless of whether his opponent dodged or parried, Song Qingshu had an extremely powerful follow-up move.
As the number one disciple of the third generation of the orthodox sects in the martial arts world, he naturally had his own outstanding points. Regardless of his character, his martial arts were definitely unquestionable.
Just this sword attack alone made many disciples cheer. At the same time, the bandits also secretly broke out in a cold sweat.
This Song Qingshu's strength was indeed well-deserved!
I wonder if the Major can defeat this kid?
Yan Chen was also surprised.
Song Qingshu was indeed very strong.
If he hadn't cultivated the Primordial Chaos Boy Technique and the Swift Sword, none of the three hundred or so soldiers in the White Mountain Army would be his match!
But now, the difference between a first-rate expert and a second-rate expert was obvious.
Song Qingshu's sword was very fast and fierce, and there were almost no flaws.
However, Yan Chen's sword did not need to find any flaws. He only needed to stab the enemy before the other party's sword could stab him.
This was the truth of speed.
Hurry up! It was enough!
Swoosh--
The sword in Yan Chen's hand stabbed out in an ordinary manner, aiming straight at Song Qingshu's throat!
From the looks of it, this sword technique did not belong to any sect. There was not even the slightest change or order to speak of.
However, it was too fast!
A sword that was so fast, what other changes did it need?
Song Qingshu only felt his vision blur, and a long sword appeared in front of his throat. He had only executed half of the Seven Stars Sword Technique!
Shocked, Song Qingshu quickly changed his move. He swung his long sword horizontally and deflected Yan Chen's sword with a clang.
However, the sword was too fast. Although Song Qingshu managed to deflect it, the sword's edge still left a shallow mark on his throat.
Yan Chen raised his eyebrows.
He was actually able to block one move. He was indeed much stronger than a third-rate expert.
One had to know that the seven people he had just killed were all third-rate experts. They had lost their lives in a single exchange.
Song Qingshu's heart was filled with shock and anger.
The piercing pain in his throat reminded him that if he had been a little slower, he would have died on the spot!
Before he could attack again, Yan Chen's next sword had arrived!
Swoosh--
The sword light was piercingly cold as it pointed straight at his throat!
Song Qingshu no longer cared about his pride. He lowered his head and rolled on the ground, dodging the sword in an extremely awkward position.
Although he wasn't injured, the sword had cut off a large piece of his robe!
When he got up from the ground, Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine. Little did he know that half of his butt was already poking out of the hole in his pants.
" Hahahaha!"
This time, whether it was the righteous path disciples or the mountain bandits, they all burst into laughter!
When Jade-faced Meng tried to compete with his peers, not only did he dodge with his dog-eat-shit movement technique, but his pants were also cut off and his butt was exposed.
This person was thrown to his grandmother's house!
But Song Qingshu didn't know that his life was hanging by a thread, and he was struggling to hold on.
Before she could even raise her head, Yan Chen's handsome face, which carried a hint of mockery, had already stuck close to her!
"The sword is not bad. I'll take it!"
Yan Chen's longsword had already been sheathed. He grabbed Song Qingshu's sword with his left hand and slapped out with his right hand. Pure and fierce palm power surged like a wave.
Song Qingshu had just dodged two moves, so he was unable to stabilize his footing. There was no way he could dodge this palm no matter what. He could only brace himself and circulate his internal energy to receive this palm with his chest!
Bang!
In the next moment, Song Qingshu's body was like a kite with a broken string. Fresh blood spurted out wildly as he was sent flying by Yan Chen. He rolled on the ground for several feet and only stopped when he reached Zhou Zhiruo's feet. His face landed on the ground with his butt facing up.
Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face turned red. She was angry and embarrassed. She glared at Yan Chen and dodged him.
Even if it was Song Yuanqiao, he would definitely not be able to gain any advantage from receiving this palm strike of Primordial Chaos Boy Technique's inner strength, let alone Song Qingshu, this expert at scamming others.
Meanwhile, Song Qingshu's sword was in Yan Chen's hands.
To a swordsman, having his beloved sword stolen was an absolute humiliation.
"The sword is a good sword, but unfortunately…"
Yan Chen glanced at Song Qingshu, who had his butt facing the sky, and sighed with a look of pity. He casually threw it to Li Tieniu and said," Tieniu, if you don't mind, take it!"”
Giving someone else's beloved sword to a mountain bandit was even more humiliating!
How could Li Tieniu not understand what Yan Chen meant?
He immediately laughed." The sword is a good sword. It's just that it was used by the Jade-faced Fox. It's too girly. I'll hang it in the toilet to exorcise evil."”
"Since I've already sent you off, please do as you please!" Yan Chen nodded in agreement.
Everyone widened their eyes.
Hanging the sword in the toilet to ward off evil?
Wasn't this too ruthless?
He had always boasted that he was the best in his generation, yet he had ended up like this in a sword competition with someone of the same generation. He might as well have been killed by a palm strike.
The bandits had originally looked at Song Qingshu with disdain, but now, they looked at him with pity.
Why did the handsome Meng Chang offend the young marshal?
This time, Song Qingshu's reputation in the pugilistic world was probably going to be ruined…
At the same time, Song Qingshu, who was sprawled on the ground, gnawed on a mouthful of turf. He was so ashamed that he wanted to die. Countless ribs were broken, and tears were streaming down his face from the pain.
Having been a proud son of heaven for more than ten years, when had Song Qingshu ever suffered such beatings and humiliation?
"Attack together!"
He shouted with all his might with resentment, spat out another mouthful of blood, and completely fainted.
Everyone looked at each other.
Jade-faced Meng Chang had actually fainted from anger?？
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