He could feel the brutal aura that was constantly emerging from Song Qingshu's body, as well as the ever-increasing aura.
Xie Junlin knew that this should be the Extreme Yin Sword that Priest Mu taught Song Qingshu.
"This Extreme Yin Sword is indeed something.”
Xie Junlin had a feeling that Song Qingshu should be twice as strong after using the Extreme Yin Sword.
He was probably considered an expert among second-rate cultivators.
But…it was still a little weak.
To be honest, Xie Junlin was also a little surprised.
After the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords broke through to the realm of true intent, Xie Junlin was indeed confident in today's selection.
No matter what trump card Song Qingshu had, Xie Junlin felt that he could still fight him.
However, Xie Junlin did not expect Song Qingshu to be so weak.
It seemed that he could suppress Song Qingshu with just the Soft Sword Technique.
Even though Song Qingshu had the Extreme Yin Sword Technique.
However, Xie Junlin also had a true meaning realm of the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God that he did not use.
He was simply suppressing them, alright?
"Looks like I've underestimated the true meaning of a first-rate martial art.”
One had to know, just in case.
Xie Junlin had even activated his emotional halo to interfere with Song Qingshu's emotions.
In the end, it seemed that it didn't matter whether he used the Emotional Aura or not.
"Yin Devours the World."
Opposite him, Song Qingshu felt the surging power in his body.
In an instant, he felt that he could do it again.
Then, he gave Xie Junlin a sinister smile.
Then, his body charged out.
Countless black sword qi surrounded his body.
His aura was also much stronger than before.
As Song Qingshu shouted, he swung his sword.
Night suddenly appeared in the sky, and the entire square seemed to have become much gloomier.
As Song Qingshu approached, the darkness instantly merged into the sword in his hand.
Instantly, a pitch-black sword seemed to have crossed the distance and stabbed directly at Xie Junlin's chest.
It was fast and powerful.
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou took a step forward, as if they were ready to help.
As for Xie Junlin, he faced the black sword Qi and felt the strong wind. The white Daoist robe on his body fluttered loudly.
It was as if he had lost the courage to resist.
Just as the black blade was getting closer and closer, Song Qingshu's face revealed a sinister smile.
Xie Junlin finally moved.
He pointed out with his finger.
Nine Yang Skill's internal strength poured into his body crazily, and a dazzling sword light appeared.
Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God, True Meaning Realm.
It specialized in breaking flaws.
Yin.
The flashing sword light instantly shot out at a strange angle.
He directly tapped on Song Qingshu's Shenmen acupoint.
"Ah!"
Song Qingshu was in pain.
He loosened his grip and dropped the True Martial Sword in his hand.
At this moment, Xie Junlin released two more sword auras.
It struck Song Qingshu's chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Song Qingshu had no time to defend at all. He was directly sent flying.
Yin.
The two strikes just now happened in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, the battle between Xie Junlin and Song Qingshu had already been decided.
The surrounding disciples in the square could not come back to their senses for a moment.
Only the elder on the high platform remained clear-headed.
However, they were also dumbfounded.
"This is…the True Meaning level Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God?”
"In less than a month…he has grasped the true meaning of two first-rate sword techniques?”
"So it turns out that he wasn't born with the Soft Finger Sword Technique, but was really born with the Sword Dao.”
He spent less than a month to comprehend the true meaning of a first-rate sword technique.
It could also be explained by the fact that he was naturally compatible with this sword technique.
But in the same amount of time, he comprehended two completely different sword art true intents.
That could only mean that Xie Junlin had peerless talent in the entire sword path.
And in this situation.
Even Yu Daiyan, who was closest to Xie Junlin, could not believe it.
Xie Junlin didn't tell him about this at all.
He only knew that Xie Junlin had grasped the true meaning of the Soft Sword.
This time, Xie Junlin gave all the Wudang elders present a surprise.
"Jun Lin's talent in the Tao of the sword is extremely rare. Finally, someone can inherit the Sect Leader's Taiji Sword.”
Daoist Priest Zi Yang stroked his beard as if he was trying to suppress the shock in his heart.
Even if Zhuo Yihang was a disciple who was naturally suited for the Purple Sun Sword, he would still be able to use it.
However, Daoist Priest Zi Yang had already tested that Zhuo Yihang was only suitable for the Purple Sun Daoist Sword.
He still needed a long time to comprehend it.
In terms of true Sword Dao talent, he could not compare to Xie Junlin at all.
……
Below the stage, the disciples around the square finally reacted.
" Senior Brother Xie…won?"
"F * ck, Senior Brother Xie has only cultivated for a month and he can actually suppress Senior Brother Song?”
" Wow, Senior Brother Xie really won."
For a time, the entire square was really boiling.
On the high platform, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou also stepped on the cloud ladder, their bodies as light as swallows as they descended.
"It seems like…I won."
"Remember this moment today. After all, you can still see my back at this moment.”
Before Xie Jun left, he walked past his two uncle-masters and Song Qingshu.
When Xie Junlin passed Song Qingshu, he did not notice the hint of malevolence on Song Qingshu's face.
Cheers, mocking laughter, everything was like the sword light in Xie Junlin's hand just now.
It pierced deep into Song Qingshu's heart.
He turned his head and happened to see Xie Junlin's tall and straight back.
"Bastard, how dare you treat me like this?”
With a furious roar, Song Qingshu slammed his palm on the ground.
He leaped up.
Then, he used the Wudang Pure Yang Fist and punched Xie Junlin's back.
Xie Junlin's back was facing Song Qingshu, so he couldn't see.
However, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou saw Song Qingshu's actions clearly.
"Unfilial son, what do you want to do?"
"Qing Shu, don't."
Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou shouted at the same time, but they were too far away and it was too late.
However, their voices had already reminded Xie Junlin.
Xie Junlin did not even think about it and did not even turn his head. The True Intent realm Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God directly slapped back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Sword Qi of the Gate of God pierced through Song Qingshu's internal energy defense and stabbed into his arms.
Puchi.
Song Qingshu screamed, and the internal force fist that he had just condensed instantly dissipated.
His entire body was sent flying.
This time, he fainted.
Xie Junlin turned around and saw Song Qingshu's miserable state.
Xie Junlin suddenly recalled.
"D * mn, I forgot to turn off the emotional halo.”
"No wonder this silly kid wanted to backstab me after losing.”
But it didn't matter. Everyone had already seen that Song Qingshu was trying to sneak attack him.
Even though he had hurt Song Qingshu on a psychological level, Xie Junlin didn't feel any pressure at all.
The emotional halo could only amplify one's emotions, but it could not change them.
For someone like Song Qingshu who wanted to backstab Xie Junlin for justice, Xie Junlin naturally labeled him as a villain.
He was currently on Mount Wudang.
If it were anywhere else, Xie Junlin would have cut off his head long ago.
"Speaking of cutting the dog's head, do I still need a sword?”
"Otherwise, you can't use sword qi to cut it, right?”
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