Murong Fu was sent flying by this palm strike, crashing into the walls of the inn and causing dust to rise. The entire inn was shaking and swaying.
The customers were so scared that they fled one after another.
" Eldest Senior Brother is mighty!!"
"Eldest Senior Brother is mighty!"
The Wudang disciples shouted one after another. Their faces were filled with excitement and agitation. They had heard the name of the other party before. That was Murong Fu, a person on the Rising Dragon Roll. He was a famous figure among the young martial artists.
But now, he was sent flying by Eldest Senior Brother's palm.
How could the Wudang disciples not be excited?？
Compared to the excitement of the Wudang Sect disciples, the four clan generals were in disbelief and were filled with shock. They knew how strong their young master was, but the scene before them simply stunned them.
"Cousin."
Wang Yuyan hurriedly ran into the ruins.
* Cough cough *
Coughing sounds came from the ruins. Some stones were pushed away. Murong Fu struggled to stand up. His entire body was covered in dust. He looked extremely miserable, and his face was pale.
That palm strike had almost taken him away. If it wasn't for the Stellar Transposition technique that forcefully protected his chest, he would have gone to meet the ancestors of the Murong Clan.
But even if he managed to protect it, he wasn't feeling any better at the moment. He only felt a tightness in his chest, and he didn't know how many of his ribs were broken.
"What kind of fist was that? How could he teleport me?”Murong Fu still couldn't understand this.
His Stellar Transposition was originally a divine technique that could shift one's strength and use force to deflect a thousand pounds. However, today, his opponent's force was shifted and counterattacked him. This was what shocked Murong Fu the most.
Murong Fu didn't know about the existence of Taiji Fist. Of course, strictly speaking, Taiji and Shifting Stars were on the same level.
Most importantly…
The Taiji Fist that Song Qingshu used was Quintessential Essence!!
True essence was a power that was superior to true qi and internal energy.
It was equivalent to an existence that was one dimension higher.
That was the power that only Immortal Cultivators possessed.
Using Zhen Yuan to circulate the power of Taiji Fist, it directly raised the Taiji Fist by one or two levels. How could Murong Fu's strength withstand it?
"Young Master."
The four clan generals took advantage of the time when the Wudang Sect disciples stopped operating the array formation to run out and protect Murong Fu. They all glared at Song Qingshu fiercely.
Murong Fu appeared extremely weak. He immediately waved his hand and led Wang Yuyan and the four generals to retreat.
However…
"Did I tell you to leave?"
Song Qingshu said slowly. Why?
"What are you going to do, kid? Don't go too far!”Bao Butong tightly gripped the saber in his hand and glared at him.
Feng Poliu also snorted coldly,"Don't tell me you really want to make us stay?".!”
Song Qingshu flicked his sleeves and nodded with a chuckle."That's right, yes!"
After saying that, he raised his right palm and suddenly slapped out.
Ang!
A deafening dragon roar sounded from the ground.
The vigorous and powerful palm force was wrapped in a strong wind, causing dust to fly all over the sky. It was like a force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. It was extremely fierce and domineering!
The dust that was blown up turned into a true dragon of dust and rushed out.
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Get out of the way! This is Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Wang Yuyan shouted in shock. Her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. Why did this Wudang disciple know Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?
However, there was no way he could dodge. Bao Butong's eyes turned vicious as he roared angrily. He circulated his true energy and swung his saber horizontally, suddenly colliding with the palm force.
Boom!
It was like an ant shaking a tree, seeking its own death.
The saber in Bao Butong's hand shattered into pieces, and all the fragments stabbed into his body. He was even sent flying, knocking over Feng Poliu, who was trying to catch him.
Puchi...
Feng Poliu E spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with Bao Butong. His bones were shattered and he died.
The incomparably terrifying palm directly slapped the two of them to death.
Wang Yuyan covered her small mouth and looked at this scene in horror.
Murong Fu's pale face had actually regained its color. That was because he was angry. In a fit of rage, he drew his sword and stabbed at Song Qingshu. The sword light was wanton, and the light was bright. It followed like a shadow, and his entire person emitted a light.
The remaining two generals were also enraged and attacked Song Qingshu.
A terrifying force shook the inn, and cracks appeared on the ground. The cracks spread across the entire inn like a spider web, and it could collapse at any time.
At this moment.
Song Qingshu held the handle of the Qingyang Sword with his right hand, and a sword light flashed in his eyes as he raised it slightly.
Clang! Clang!
A flash of sword light appeared.
Cold light overflowed.
Green light spread.
The cold light was bone-piercing.
Song Qingshu shook the Qingyang Sword in his hand slightly and took a step forward with his right foot. The sword exploded with a dazzling green light. It was peaceful but also filled with the firmness of thunder. It was extremely fast, like a green dragon coming out of the sea, overturning the river and the sea. It rolled out first and then arrived.
Wudang·Sword Fighting: Twenty-four Forms of the Mother Cage.
Puchi.
The sword in Murong Fu's hand was sent flying, causing the Qingyang Sword to spin and stab into his abdomen, creating a hole.
Song Qingshu's expression did not change after he pierced Murong Fu's abdomen. He drew his sword and slashed horizontally.
Puchi...
The throats of the two generals who rushed up were cut open, causing them to collapse to the ground.
"Cousin!"
Wang Yuyan cried out with a sobbing tone. She hurriedly ran forward to support Murong Fu, barely keeping him from falling to the ground.
Murong Fu's gaze was a little unfocused. He lowered his head to look at the four generals, then at the fist-sized hole in his abdomen. He smiled bitterly. His imperial ambitions had disappeared at this moment. He never thought that just because Bao Butong was the most despicable, he would be killed today.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment.
Three streaks of white and transparent Sword Qi shot over from the distance. They were extremely fast, flying through the air like lightning. They carried a sky full of sword light as they shot toward Song Qingshu.
Clang, clang, clang.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. He turned around and stabbed out three times with his sword, destroying the three flashes of Sword Qi.
"Lady Wang, quickly take your cousin and run!”
At this moment, a panting scholar ran over from outside the inn. He was handsome and handsome.
Wang Yuyan was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly nodded and said, Thank you for saving me, Young Master Duan."
After saying that, he supported Murong Fu and ran out of the inn.
Song Qingshu was speechless. This person should be Duan Yu, but this Wang Yuyan was really a white lotus.
Wang Yuyan had actually left with her men and left Duan Yu behind to cover the rear. Perhaps it was because she was anxious and made a subconscious choice, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not wash it off.
Thinking of this, the Qingyang Sword in Song Qingshu's hand trembled slightly, and green light overflowed. Have you asked him?
A sword slashed out.
Azure Dragon Rising to the Sea.
The sword was extremely fast.
However, Duan Yu's speed wasn't slow either. He shook his head and swayed left and right, actually walking with the momentum of the Book of Changes. It was shockingly the Wave Subtle Steps.
Every step he took actually left behind countless afterimages, as if an immortal was strolling, like a leisurely cloud and elegant crane, his posture elegant and unrestrained.
He forcefully dodged the sword.
This made Song Qingshu feel a little interested. Although he hadn't used true essence in that sword strike, ordinary first-rate experts wouldn't be able to dodge it.
With that thought, the Qingyang Sword in Song Qingshu's hand emitted a dazzling radiance. Azure light filled the sky, and within this azure light, there were traces of electric arcs that appeared, emitting sizzling sounds. The sword soared through the sky like lightning and light, swaying with endless afterimages. It tore through the obstruction of the air and stabbed out openly.
It seemed like it was just a sword that increased its speed, but Duan Yu's scalp was numb at this moment. He only felt a terrifying threat that was between life and death. This sword was unavoidable!!!
Puchi.
Before Duan Yu died, he never expected…
Would he die?
Song Qingshu pulled out the Qingyang Sword from Duan Yu's forehead and shook off the blood on the tip of the sword. He did not react at all to the fact that he had killed another protagonist. He said indifferently to the Wudang disciple behind him,"Chase!"
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