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"Song Qingshu, the next time we meet, I hope you can fight me.”
Ximen Chuixue raised his sword and looked coldly at Song Qingshu.
At this moment, a day had passed since the booty distribution meeting. Just as Song Qingshu was about to leave, Ximen Chuixue came over and said these words.
Song Qingshu could feel Ximen Chuixue's cold and merciless sword intent. He smiled and said,"I am not a swordsman."
"But your swordsmanship is not bad." Ximen Chuixue said indifferently. He was a stubborn person.
Hearing this, the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth curled into a smile. He suddenly said,""If that's the case, then one year from now, on the fifteenth day of the full moon, on the summit of the forbidden city, you and I will fight. If I lose, I will die. If you lose, you will become my sword. Do you dare?”
"Deal!" Ximen Chuixue didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He immediately agreed and turned to leave.
Song Qingshu smiled as he watched Ximen Chuixue leave. It seemed like he had to improve his swordsmanship.
Since it was a sword competition.
Then Song Qingshu would defeat Ximen Chuixue in the aspect that he was most proud of!
Ye Gucheng didn't come to challenge him. It wasn't that he didn't want to or didn't dare to. It was just that he saw Ximen Chuixue looking for Song Qingshu, so he decided to fight the winner after the two of them had determined the victor.
Ye Gucheng was now known as the White Cloud Sword Saint in Jianghu because Sword Saint Dugu was invincible.
White Cloud City Lord, Sword Saint Ye Gucheng!
Ximen Chuixue had yet to obtain the title of Sword God.
Song Qingshu only had the nickname of the White-robed Asura.
"In the world of swordsmen, the sword should be the one to speak. It's time to choose the number one divine sword in the world.”Song Qingshu pressed down on the Qingyang Sword, his gaze incomparably penetrating. He would not allow himself to fail.
Wuming Tian Jian, Sword Saint Dugu, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, Yan Shisan, Ah Fei, Yan Nantian, Priest Mu…
They were all peerless swordsmen, each stronger and more terrifying than the other, especially Sword Saint Wu Ming and Sword Saint Dugu.
However, no one could claim to be the number one divine sword in the world, not even the former martial arts legend, Nameless Heavenly Sword.
Song Qingshu wanted to see the brilliant Transcendent Flying Immortal, and he also wanted to see the coldness and ruthlessness of Sword Xilai. He also wanted to see the Third Young Master's sword, as well as the terrifying chain of deadly swords. He wanted to feel the tyranny and ferocity of the Divine Sword Technique as he faced Sword 23, who had frozen space and time.
The world is flashy, the Jianghu road is far away.
After Song Qingshu asked Taoist Chongxu to bring Lin Pingzhi and the other Wudang disciples back to Wudang Sect, he wandered the Jianghu alone.
They headed west.
He wanted to test his sword against the world.
The Great Zhou was very big, even bigger than Earth in his previous life.
The world had been under control for eight hundred years, and the world had been divided into nine states and eighteen prefectures.
For example, all the sects in this Righteous Dao and Demon War were actually in the same state. Huazhou.
Therefore, the world was very big.
People like Wu Ming and Xiong Ba weren't from Hua Continent. They were the largest province in Zhong Continent. Moreover, in places where the imperial court couldn't control, everything was respected by the martial arts world.
The Central Plains was very far away from this place. Ordinary people would never be able to reach it in their lifetime, but their reputation came from afar.
Information was always faster than people.
There were countless heroes and talents in the martial arts world of Hua Continent.
This time, I must send my sword out of Wudang.
……
Three months later.
Jingzhou City.
In an inn.
A storyteller took a sip of tea and rested for a moment. He patted Jingtang and shouted loudly,"Three months ago, something big happened in the martial world. May I ask if you understand?”
At this moment, there were dozens of people sitting in the hall. They were all people who lived in the inn or ate in the inn.
Hearing this, some people shook their heads, but some people from the martial world said loudly,"Of course I know. Three months ago, the Ming Cult was destroyed in the great battle between the righteous and demonic sects!”
"Yes, but do you know the process?”The storyteller drank a cup of tea and asked with a smile.
These people were all at the bottom of the Jianghu and did not have the chance to participate in the previous battle. Although they had heard a lot of rumors, they were only a few words and naturally did not know much.
"Since you don't know, let me tell you about the great battle between the righteous and demonic path three months ago. I'll tell you about the number one Asura in the Rising Dragon, Song Qingshu, who killed Murong Fu with his sword and Wang Yuyan with his palm.”The storyteller patted Jingtang again and immediately began to speak.
As he spoke, Song Qingshu's image gradually appeared in front of everyone.
He was a handsome Wudang disciple dressed in white. He was the future Wudang Sect Leader and was destined to be the leader of the martial arts world. He was already a Connate Cultivator at the age of 20. It would have been fine if that was all. However, he killed Murong Fu first and then Wang Yuyan. He even defeated the peerless peak with his Connate cultivation.
Half a month later, he even displayed unparalleled brilliance in the great battle between the righteous and demonic path.
He easily defeated the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, who was feared by the martial artists, killed the Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun, who had slaughtered countless people, and then defeated the Demon Sect's Saintess Wan Wan from the Tang State.?
Hearing this, all the spectators in the hall felt their blood boil. Their faces were filled with envy, and they wished they could replace him.
This caused many people to worship and respect him. There was also fear. After all, the nickname of the white-robed Asura was enough to represent everything, even though the people he killed were all enemies.
The storyteller moistened his throat and looked at the excited audience. He smiled and said,"This was the world three months ago. Three months ago, he was known as the White-robed Asura by the martial arts world, but recently, he had another nickname.”
"I think I've heard of it before. It seems to be called the 'Taishang Divine Sword' or the 'Real Martial Divine Sword'.”A spectator hurriedly said. Seeing the surprised gazes of the others, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
The storyteller said calmly,""If you want to know what this white-robed Asura Song Qingshu has been doing for the past three months and what his new title is, please open your pockets. After all, I have fallen to this point and still need to eat.”
Hualala.
Since they could stay in such a good inn, they didn't lack a few copper coins. They all gave some tips. They really wanted to know what Song Qingshu had done in the past three months, because these were all things that they could brag about when they went out or returned home in the future.
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