If Zhou Tianxia looked down on a person, he would show it on his face. He would never hide anything.
His expression greatly provoked Song Qingshu.
"I want to cripple you, I want to cripple you.”Song Qingshu couldn't help but shout. Who was he? All along, he had thought that he would inherit Wudang's legacy and become the hope of the orthodox sects in the martial arts world.
He would be the head of the righteous path.
Although he was the third generation of Wudang, when the sect leader saw him...
He said,
They were all very polite.
But who was this person in front of him?
At this moment, Song Qingshu's roar had also attracted the attention of some of the swordsmen from the pugilistic world who had come to participate in the Sword Technique Conference, as well as Kunlun disciples.
When they arrived and saw the scene in front of them, some people were depressed. They didn't know what was going on.
However, some people frowned slightly because they looked at Zhou Tianxia who was beside Zhou Zhiruo and understood something. Among them were Huang Zicheng and the others from Kunlun.
"It was actually too loud and lured them out. However, this is also good. " I've already mastered the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God. I've also mastered the Twisting Finger Sword Technique. This is one of the few times I've been to Wudang. This time, I'm going to participate in the battle at Light Summit. Since that's the case, I'll let my name, Song Qingshu, reach its peak from this moment on. I'll let the younger generation see my sword techniques and let them know who's the number one among the younger generation.”After pondering for a while, Song Qingshu put on a gentlemanly expression and smiled at Zhou Tianxia,""Since you want to challenge me, as a Wudang disciple, I have no choice but to make a move.”
Zhou Zhiruo was speechless.
Zhou Tianxia was speechless.
Song Qingshu was talking nonsense and twisting black and white.
Zhou Tianxia felt that Song Qingshu might not have a future in Wudang, but he had great potential in Mount Hua. He would definitely become the sect master in the future.
"As expected of the son of Great Swordsman Song. The other party provoked Wudang, but he could still face it with a smile. Such a broad-minded person is rare among the younger generation.”
"Yes, his bearing is already considered outstanding among the younger generation of the martial arts world.”
Song Qingshu smiled.
He heard the discussions of the surrounding martial artists.
He was satisfied.
He knew that it was time to make a move.
He wanted to be the next Zhang Sanfeng in the martial arts world!
With a sword in hand,
He used the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God and went down the sky.
The Wudang Sect's martial arts specialized in the Shenmen Acupoint on the wrist. It was created by the Wudang Sect's founder, Zhang Sanfeng. There were a total of 13 moves, and each move was different. However, the places they stabbed were all the Shenmen acupoints on the enemy's wrists. The Shenmen acupoint was at the end of the auspicious bone behind the palm. After the enemy was hit by the sword, the palm could no longer exert any strength.
In other words, this sword technique was a benevolent sword technique. It was an early-stage sword technique created by Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng probably had not comprehended the so-called essence of Taoism in his early stage. His martial arts were also mixed with some Buddhist nature.
Yes, Buddha nature.
He didn't learn any Shaolin martial arts from Shaolin, but he read the Buddhist nature from the Buddhist scriptures.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, was not suited for this sword-art.
Song Qingshu didn't know this.
Zhou Tianxia could tell.
Now, Song Qingshu's sword was rapidly approaching Zhou Tianxia.
Then, he waved his hand.
The sword was aimed at Zhou Tianxia's Shenmen acupoint.
This sword was aimed at cripples.
However, Song Qingshu's main goal was to cut off his men.
Zhou Tianxia shook his head slightly. Song Qingshu's sword had lost its essence.
Zhou Tianxia stretched out two fingers and simply caught Song Qingshu's sword.
These two fingers were not famous.
It wasn't the World of Ancient Dragons. Lu Xiaofeng's Telepathic Finger was just an ordinary stretch of two fingers.
"How did this happen?"
"I couldn't have stabbed out with that sword just now, but how did this person manage to catch it?”
Just as their shock began to spread,
Song Qingshu couldn't take it.
Why am I not the one in the limelight?
He wanted to pull his sword back from Zhou Tianxia's fingers, but he realized that he couldn't do it.
In his anger, he used Tiger Claw Terminating Hand.
This martial art was created by Yu Lianzhou, the second of the Wudang Seven Heroes. It was derived from the Wudang Sect's grappling technique, Tiger Claw Hand.
The two Wudang heroes, Yu Lianzhou, felt that Tiger Claw Hand might not be able to capture the target in one go, so he created twelve new moves from it. Each move could capture the opponent's waist and cause the enemy to lose their yin and lose their descendants.
When Yu Lianzhou showed it to Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng lowered his head and said nothing. Yu Lianzhou felt that this martial art definitely had a huge flaw, so he concentrated even more on thinking and striving to improve.
A few months later, he demonstrated this martial arts to Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng felt that this set of Tiger Claw Cut-Off Hand was too sinister and was not suitable for future disciples to learn.
A few days later, Zhang Sanfeng summoned his seventh disciple and said that Yu Lianzhou had painstakingly created these twelve moves. It could be considered a unique skill. It would be a pity if he were to be crippled just because of this. Then, he asked the other six Wudang heroes to learn it together with Yu Lianzhou. However, the rule was that unless it was a life and death situation, it could not be used lightly.
But now, Song Qingshu couldn't care less. He wanted to win.
"Get lost!"
Zhou Tianxia grunted and Qi force came out of his body. It was boundless, like a tide, sharp and unstoppable.
"Ah!"
Song Qingshu grunted, and his ruddy face instantly turned pale. He immediately spat out three liters of blood and flew backward. However, he could not get up no matter what, as if he was dead.
For a moment,
The scene was silent.
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