"This!"
Everyone was shocked.
Facing Ling Xu's mysterious saber technique, Song Qingshu dissolved it with a single Eight Forms of the Famous Sword.
Not only that, but the remaining power was not reduced.
It was just a sword.
He defeated Ling Xu!
All of these changes were too surreal for the third-generation disciples.
"I originally thought that Senior Brother Lingxu was already a genius. Today, after seeing Song Qingshu, I finally understand what a genius is!”
"Isn't this Eighth Sword Style too powerful? Did Senior Brother Ling Xu really lose?"
"From today onwards, Song Qingshu will probably become famous! This is a true genius!"
The disciples below the arena exclaimed.
There were also those disciples who supported Spirit Void. When they saw this scene, their eyes flashed with disbelief.
One had to know that Senior Brother Ling Xu was the most outstanding among the third generation disciples. Other than Yan Chongtian, who else dared to say that they could easily defeat Senior Brother Ling Xu?
But Senior Brother Ling Xu couldn't even withstand a single strike from Song Qingshu?
There were also some disciples who were looking at Song Qingshu with admiration in their eyes.
The strong would be sought after no matter where they were.
In the eyes of the many third-generation disciples, Song Qingshu was now…
He had easily defeated Ling Xu. Without a doubt, he was the best among the third generation disciples of Wudang!
In the stands,
Yu Lianzhou and the others were shocked.
" It's indeed the Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword!"
Yu Lianzhou's eyes flashed with admiration.
It was said that the Eight Sword Styles had boundless power. After seeing it today, he knew that it was not just a rumor in Jianghu.
"Sigh! Fortunately, neither of them were injured."
Yu Daiyan slowly sighed.
Although his legacy disciple, Ling Xu, had lost to Qing Shu, he could tell that Qing Shu was holding back.
Right now, his heart was filled with all sorts of complicated feelings, as well as gratification for the two of them.
"It seems that this Eighth Sword Style is even stronger than we imagined!”
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Song Yuanqiao's eyes.
The stronger this Eighth Sword Style was, the more gratified he felt towards Qing Shu.
The Fateless Sword, the first sword of the Eight Strokes of the Famed Sword, could instantly defeat the low-level mysterious saber technique.
One could imagine.
How powerful would it be after he mastered the Eighth Sword Style?
This son of his was really enlightened!
Even his master could not comprehend the sword technique, yet Qing Shu could execute it so easily.
At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed through the eyes of the three elders.
"The Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword, you live up to your reputation!"
The three elders sighed.
They didn't think much of Song Qingshu either.
After all, Ling Xu was one of the three strongest third-generation disciples, while Song Qingshu was only at the early stages of the Postliminary Realm.
Now that they had seen the power of the Eighth Sword Style, they finally understood where Song Qingshu's confidence lay.
Looking at the three elders sighing,
The corners of Song Yuanqiao's mouth curled up slightly. He was also quite proud in his heart.
As expected of my son!
Below the arena,
Ling Xu's eyes flashed with shock.
Even though he had used all his strength to execute the Mysterious Saber Technique, he still couldn't block Song Qingshu's Deathly Sword.
At this moment, Ling Xu looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated look in his eyes.
"I…"
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
In his perception,
Song Qingshu's sword attack had the ability to kill him.
Thinking of this, he felt a lingering fear in his heart.
Moreover, his Junior Brother Song had clearly held back just now. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been thrown off the stage so simply...
"Sigh! I lost!"
Ling Xu sighed.
A loss was a loss. What was there to say if he was inferior?
"I'm not as good as Song Qingshu!"
Thinking of Song Qingshu's sword, Ling Xu admitted defeat.
……
In another arena.
Chen Sanqing had already defeated his opponent.
He had also seen the situation in Song Qingshu's arena very clearly.
Chen Sanqing's eyes flashed with shock when he saw Song Qingshu display the Eight Forms of the Famous Sword.
"I wonder how this Eighth Sword Style is compared to my Eight Sword Flying Frost?”He thought to himself.
For a moment,
Chen Sanqing looked at Song Qingshu with burning battle intent in his eyes.
He really wanted to see who was stronger and who was weaker. He couldn't wait to fight Song Qingshu!
Soon, his gaze turned to another arena.
Yan Chongtian stood still.
The disciple who was his opponent didn't dare to move in front of Yan Chongtian.
Cold sweat dripped down the disciple's face.
Even though Yan Chongtian didn't move, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He didn't dare to attack.
All the third-generation disciples knew about Yan Chongtian's reputation.
How could she be so unlucky to draw him?
The disciple was secretly regretful.
For a moment, he was considering whether it was better to surrender or resist for a while longer.
Yan Chongtian's eyes flashed with disdain.
This kind of trash…
It was not interesting at all.
"Humph!"
Yan Chongtian snorted coldly.
His figure flashed, and the third-generation disciple was instantly thrown out of the arena.
"This guy is still so strong!"
Chen Sanqing was secretly shocked.
He knew that he was no match for Yan Chongtian.
He hoped that he would not draw Yan Chongtian in the next round!
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