"Song Qingshu?"
Bai Lan looked at her opponent in surprise.
He was speechless.
He knew that he had come to a world of martial arts.
Many of the heroes he was familiar with in his previous life existed.
But if Song Qingshu hadn't introduced himself, Bai Lan wouldn't have known who he was.
Zhang Songxi was like this, and so was Song Qingshu.
"Could it be that there were too many remakes in my previous life?”
"Chaos?"
Bai Lan thought to herself.
His right hand was also placed on the hilt of his sword!
At this moment.
Not only did Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and the others not stop them, they even walked further away with the remaining third-generation disciples, giving up the venue.
Then, he looked at Bai Lan and Song Qingshu excitedly.
"Qing Shu, we will only compete in sword arts.”
Song Yuanqiao reminded him worriedly. He then turned his head and asked Zhang Songxi," Who do you think will win between the two of them?”
"Bai Lan!"
Zhang Songxi rolled his eyes.
Song Yuanqiao instructed Song Qingshu to stop at a certain point, naturally because he was optimistic about his chances of winning.
As Bai Lan's master in name, Zhang Songxi naturally had to support his disciple.
"Haha!"
Song Yuanqiao could not help but laugh.
Mo Shenggu patted his disciple Ah Mu's head and looked at the two people in the arena with a smile. He muttered to himself," Qing Shu's sword technique, everyone knows it, it's just so-so…"
"This battle will be a fight."
Beside him, Yin Liting said with a smile.
"You guys are all here to ruin my show, right?”
"Good! Then we'll wait and see!"
Song Yuanqiao laughed and scolded.
At this moment.
In everyone's field of vision.
Bai Lan held the hilt of her sword with her right hand and did not make the first move.
In the original novel, Song Qingshu was trapped by love and fell into the hands of a woman for his entire life. In the end, he made a huge mistake.
However, his swordsmanship originated from Wudang Sect and he was a disciple of a great sect with a deep foundation.
Therefore, before figuring out his background, Bai Lan chose to stop him by staying still.
"You want me to attack first?"
"In that case, I'll take up the responsibility!”
A smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face when he saw Bai Lan's actions.
A defensive stance was a sign of weakness.
He would definitely win this battle!
The next moment!
Song Qingshu moved!
Bang!
After an inaudible sound, Song Qingshu charged toward Bai Lan.
While he was in midair, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed down without hesitation!
"He's here!"
Everyone held their breaths.
A sharp sword light fell from the sky.
Bai Lan was unmoved by Song Qingshu's sword, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
He raised his scabbard and met the attack!
Bang!
A heavy force spread from the scabbard to his arm.
Instantly, Bai Lan felt a sharp pain in her palm.
Even his body could not help but take a step back!
"This strength is so real…"
Bai Lan smiled.
The feeling of fighting with others was indeed very different.
However, he couldn't tell exactly how it was different.
However, Bai Lan could feel her blood boiling.
"Haha!"
After forcing Bai Lan back with a single strike, Song Qingshu's mood soared." If you don't attack now, you're going to lose!"”
After saying that!
He twisted his wrist and stabbed eight times with his sword.
For a moment.
The snow-white sword light filled half of the space in front of him.
"This sword is gorgeous, but it's not powerful enough. It's not as fast as the previous sword!”
"There are at least three moves in the basic sword technique that can be dealt with.”
"However…"
"This is not what I want."
Bai Lan dodged Song Qingshu's fierce attacks while calculating in his heart.
After the two strikes, Song Qingshu's swordsmanship had dropped a level in his heart.
Other than adding some gimmicks, the flashy sword moves were useless.
No wonder he fell for the woman's trick.
Pursuing the magnificence of the sword technique, one could imagine his temperament. He must be rather impetuous.
Bai Lan would never make such a mistake.
His sword.
The goal was not to block the opponent's attack.
Instead, he broke it with a single sword strike!
This was Bai Lan's sword.
Or rather, his Sword Dao!
After ten rounds, Bai Lan's sword was still in the sheath.
And Song Qingshu's sword had never touched even a corner of his body.
"This guy, why hasn't he drawn his sword yet?!”
Song Qingshu's expression was ugly.
He had attacked for ten moves, but he could not even touch the other party's shadow. This made him very embarrassed.
Especially since the other party had not drawn his sword from the beginning.
It was like an invisible slap to his face.
Song Qingshu wasn't the only one.
The surrounding Song Yuanqiao and the others were also confused.
"Swordsman."
Zhang Songxi stared at Bai Lan, his eyes shining." This kid is a natural swordsman!”
He remembered his master saying that.
Only those who were stingy with their swords could be considered a swordsman.
For a very long time.
Zhang Songxi did not understand what it meant to be stingy with the sword.
Now he understood.
Stingy, that is, pity.
Cherish, cherish.
He cherished every single sword he used, and he was stingy with every single sword he used.
He didn't unsheathe his sword easily!
It's like hiding a treasure in a box and not letting anyone see it!
This point.
He couldn't do it, Eldest Senior Brother couldn't do it, Sixth Junior Brother, Seventh Junior Brother couldn't do it either.
Even his master couldn't do it.
He had already taught everyone the Taiji Sword hundreds of times.
Because…
The more the sword was unsheathed, the more it became a show.
A swordsman did not refer to a person who wielded a sword!
At this moment.
The impetuous side of Song Qingshu, who had been unable to take him down for a long time, was exposed.
When he struck out with his eleventh sword.
Bai Lan's eyes shot out a light that seemed to be tangible!
Zhang Songxi and the others, who were more than a hundred feet away from the battlefield, could feel the unprecedented vigor.
Clang!
A melodious sword hum rang out!
It was mixed with a crisp sound of being overwhelmed!
The next moment!
The longsword in Song Qingshu's hand broke inch by inch, and his entire person flew backward in a sorry state!
Then, he fell heavily to the ground!
Time.
In just a short instant!
Song Yuanqiao was dumbfounded!
Zhang Songxi was dumbfounded!
Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu looked as if they had seen a ghost!
In the third generation, their personal disciples were all dumbfounded!
Everyone saw it.
Bai Lan, who was dressed in green, stood proudly in the middle of the field.
The sword in his hand had long been sheathed!
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