Why was the reward different this time? Song Qingshu was very curious, but the system didn't give him any notifications.
However, this internal strength recovery speed was very useful. In the original book, there were not many that could increase the recovery speed of internal strength.
The Nine Yang Divine Technique was one of them, but Song Qingshu had yet to learn it.
Even though the Pure Yang Limitless Art was very good, in terms of qi recovery speed, it could only be considered average.
If they encountered a prolonged battle, if their qi recovery speed was faster than the enemy, this was undoubtedly a life-saving move.
For the sake of the generous reward, Song Qingshu could only choose to tease Sister Zhiruo a little.
"I choose the third option!"
"Tartars are courting death!"
Song Qingshu shouted angrily, shifting his anger towards the system onto the Mongolian Tartar, and his figure leaped out.
Under Zhou Zhiruo's grateful gaze, a handsome young man descended from the sky and killed all the ferocious Mongolian Tartars.
The sword turned into six sword lights, and in an instant, six Mongolian Tartars fell to the ground with their hands on their necks.
Soon after, Zhou Zhiruo felt like she was flying.
However, her face turned red. It turned out that Song Qingshu had already hugged Zhou Zhiruo and soared into the sky.
In this era, matters between men and women were stricter. Zhou Zhiruo, who was not even ten years old, also knew what shyness was.
Song Qingshu held Zhou Zhiruo with one hand, and his sword was suddenly drawn three feet out of its sheath. A green light flashed, and a sharp light shone as he beheaded a few cavalrymen.
After cultivating the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords for a period of time, Song Qingshu had gained a higher level of understanding of swordsmanship.
He had mastered a long sword and used more than ten sword techniques in an instant.
With every sword strike, blood and heads would fly.
He brought Zhou Zhiruo along and executed the Ripple Subtle Steps. He was as light as a fairy descending to the mortal world as he advanced forward and actually beheaded more than thirty people.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was in Song Qingshu's embrace, saw that Song Qingshu had killed one person with each sword strike. In fact, he had killed several. Her beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up.
He was skilled in martial arts, had a chivalrous heart, and was handsome. Which girl wouldn't like him?
When Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo looking at him in a daze, he felt a sense of pride. He let out a long whistle, and his sword flashed with a foot-long green light, directly cutting off the heads of three cavalrymen.
"How is it? Are you afraid?"
Song Qingshu asked with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, these Mongolian Tartars deserve to die!”
Zhou Zhiruo said fiercely. Hatred flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Under the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords 'sword intent, Song Qingshu raised his sword, and in a short while, nearly a hundred Mongolian Tartars were all dead.
Song Qingshu hugged Zhou Zhiruo's slender waist and saw her staring at him.
He immediately bent down and kissed Zhou Zhiruo's lips…
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Under Chang Yuchun's confused gaze and Zhang Sanfeng's helpless gaze, the two young men and women kissed as if they had forgotten the time.
Zhang Sanfeng had lived for a hundred years, so he naturally wouldn't have any objections to this. Instead, he was secretly happy that his grand-disciple had found a girl he liked.
It was just that this girl was too young. Although she looked like a peerless beauty, she was not even ten years old.
After the kiss ended, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have remembered something. She immediately ran to a fishing boat by the shore and laid on the boatman's corpse, crying loudly.
"Daddy, don't die! Don't leave Zhiruo!"
She was beautiful and her voice was light, but this scene made people cry.
He seemed to have forgotten about Song Qingshu's " frivolous " behavior, saving Song Qingshu the embarrassment.
After receiving the system's reward, Song Qingshu felt that his internal energy had increased by another ten years, and the speed at which it circulated had doubled.
The internal strength that he had just consumed was recovered in just a few breaths.
"Awesome! My current internal energy is probably about to catch up to Zhang Wuji who has cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but the recovery speed might be slower.”
The recovery speed of the Nine Yang Divine Technique was very powerful. It was normal for Song Qingshu to not be able to compare to it now.
At this moment, Chang Yuchun walked over and cupped his hands at Song Qingshu.""Ming Cult disciple Chang Yuchun thanks this young hero for saving my life. May I ask your name, young hero? I will definitely repay you in the future.”
"I'm Song Qingshu of Wudang. It's nothing.”
Song Qingshu cupped his hands in return and observed Chang Yuchun closely.
He was indeed a valiant general. At a glance, one could feel that this person was extremely brave and was a person who treated each other with all his heart.
"So it's the Sword Saint of Wudang, Young Hero Song. No wonder his swordsmanship is so amazing. It's really an honor to meet the Sword Saint himself.”
Chang Yuchun was overjoyed. He didn't expect that the Wudang Sword Saint, Song Qingshu, would save him.
"Wudang Sword Saint? What the hell?"
Song Qingshu was a little confused.
Could this Wudang Sword Saint be him?
In the distance, Zhang Sanfeng was also a little puzzled. Could it be that there were some new rumors in Jianghu recently?
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