At the same time, a figure suddenly flashed onto the stage from the crowd below the stage.
"Song Qingshu of Wudang Sect is here to seek advice!”
"Hmm?"
Lin Feng was surprised when he suddenly heard the man's words. He secretly muttered,"Even Song Qingshu is here?"
Seeing Lin Feng's strange expression, Ren Yingying frowned slightly and asked," Young Master Lin, are you alright?"
Hearing this, Lin Feng collected his thoughts and returned to normal."I'm fine."
Ren Yingying was stunned for a moment before she explained,""This Song Qingshu is the grand-disciple of Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang. He can be considered one of the best among the Wudang Sect's third-generation disciples.”
"Oh?"
Lin Feng pretended to be surprised, but he knew very well in his heart.
Although Song Qingshu had some strength and was a righteous person, he had lost his composure when it came to love, and in the end, he had missed his bright future.
At this moment, Song Qingshu and Zhang Zisheng were already fighting in the arena.
Zhang Zisheng had easily won the previous matches.
But now that he was facing Song Qingshu, Zhang Zisheng was in a panic. After a few moves, he was already in a mess.
Soon, Zhang Zisheng was knocked off the stage by Song Qingshu.
"So strong!"
"This Song Qingshu didn't show off his strength. So he's actually this strong?”
"As expected of the Wudang Sect's successor! His Taiji Sword Technique was too strong!”
"I'm afraid…no one can beat him, right?”
"This Sword Dao Competition has just begun. Aren't you being too arbitrary?”
……
After seeing Song Qingshu's swordsmanship, the swordsmen immediately began to discuss among themselves.
On the grandstand, Lin Feng smiled slightly. He naturally saw through it at a glance.
The sword technique that Song Qingshu had used in the arena was the Wudang Sect's Taiji Sword. It was no wonder that the swordsmen were no match for him.
At this moment, Song Qingshu stood proudly on the stage. Seeing that no one had come up to the stage for a long time, he seemed even more arrogant.
"Is there anyone else who wants to go up the stage to attack?”
After a moment of silence, Song Qingshu spoke coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Let me experience Brother Song's brilliant moves!"
What surprised Song Qingshu was that as soon as he finished speaking, a response came from below the stage.
Immediately after, a figure flashed onto the arena.
"You are?"
Song Qingshu glanced at the sword-wielding youth in front of him.
The young man had a delicate face and long hair.
"I am Zhuo Bufan."
The young man cupped his hands.
"Zhuo Bufan?"
"Heavens! It's actually Little Sword God Zhuo Bufan!"
"Why was he invited?"
"I heard that Zhuo Bufan's famous unique skill, the half-foot-long sword light, is a divine skill in sword arts. I wonder if I'm lucky enough to see it today?”
“……”
Song Qingshu's eyes darkened as everyone gasped in amazement.
He had naturally heard of Zhuo Bufan's name before. Merely the imposing manner emitted from Zhuo Bufan's body actually already caused his mind to panic endlessly.
Pausing for a moment, Song Qingshu pretended to be calm as he stared at Zhuo Bufan and said,"So it's Little Sword God. I'm definitely going to be the champion of today's competition.”
"Oh?"
Seeing Song Qingshu being so impolite, Zhuo Bufan was surprised. He smiled and said,""Then we'll have to see if Brother Song has the ability!”
Hearing this, Song Qingshu didn't delay any further. He raised his longsword and swung it.
The sword moved gently and continuously.
It was the Wudang Sect's Taiji Sword Technique!
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan lifted the corner of his mouth slightly and suddenly unsheathed his long sword.
In just a few breaths, Zhuo Bufan and Song Qingshu's swords clashed.
The two swords clashed, clanging, clanging, clashing, and clashing for more than ten rounds.
Song Qingshu was caught off guard and was sent flying by Zhuo Bufan's sword.
Looking at Song Qingshu, who had been sent flying, Zhuo Bufan laughed coldly and teased,""Brother Song, it seems like you haven't mastered the Taiji Sword yet!”
"Hehe!"
Hearing this, Song Qingshu flew into a rage, and the sound of grinding teeth came from his mouth.
When his palm landed on the ground, under the rebound of his palm force, he once again stabbed towards Zhuo Bufan.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan's face was indifferent. That disapproving look seemed as if he didn't even take Song Qingshu seriously.
"When one's heart is in chaos, the sword in one's hand can no longer be called a sword!”
Zhuo Bufan casually waved his hand as he said this indifferently. A sword light shot out like a storm towards Song Qingshu, who was dashing over.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Song Qingshu was sent flying out of the arena by the sword light.
"Boom!"
Immediately after, Song Qingshu crashed heavily onto the ground. Unable to hold back, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"This?"
"What happened? How did Song Qingshu lose so easily?”
"You really can't hold your breath!"
"Sigh! Little Sword God Zhuo Bufan was still better!”
……
Seeing this, the swordsmen started to discuss.
In the stands, Lin Feng squinted slightly and said unhurriedly,"Song Qingshu is still lacking quite a bit. He hasn't even unleashed a tenth of the Taiji Sword's power.”
As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted the attention of Ren Yingying and Wan Sanqian.
Suddenly, a swordsman in white jumped and landed firmly on the stage.
This swordsman in white had a handsome and steady appearance. His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes gave people a demonic feeling.
"Ren Qianxing of the Supreme Alliance, I appreciate Brother Zhuo's brilliant move!”
The white-robed swordsman spoke and cupped his hands towards Zhuo Bufan.
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