At this moment, the entire arena was shrouded in smoke and dust. Even the third generation disciples who were closer could not see what was going on.
At this moment, the smoke and dust dispersed.
It was Yan Chongtian who had been kicked out of the arena and was now lying limply below the arena!
Although he was extremely close to the edge of the arena, there was no doubt that he had been blasted off the arena.
"This!"
Many third-generation disciples of Wudang Sect were shocked. Yan Chongtian was thrown out of the arena?
"I didn't expect Senior Brother Yan to be defeated by Song Qingshu! This Eighth Sword Style was too powerful!”
"What a terrifying ultimate technique. He can easily defeat a Xiantian expert by controlling three famous swords at the same time! You have to know that Song Qingshu is only a Postliminary Realm warrior…"
"From now on, the title of the number one third generation disciple will probably change hands!”
"This Song Qingshu is much younger than us, but his talent is actually so terrifying…"
The surrounding disciples exclaimed.
"The three swords flying together have such power!”
Song Yuanqiao's eyes flickered with a hint of shock.
Now that he saw his son win, he could not help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.
My own child,
He had successfully defeated Yan Chongtian, the number one disciple of the third generation!
"The Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword is so amazing. Qing Shu won so easily!”
Yu Lianzhou's eyes widened.
To be able to defeat a Xiantian expert at the Houtian realm, one could be considered a one-in-a-million genius.
Song Qingshu had actually done it so easily, not to mention that his opponent, Yan Zhongtian, was a rare genius...
"Qing Shu is so strong, Ling Xu's defeat is not unjustified!”
Yu Daiyan shook his head and sighed.
"So powerful…"
Mo Shenggu muttered.
They had not expected Qing Shu to win so easily. From now on, the title of the number one disciple of the third generation would change hands.
After a brief moment of shock, the seven heroes were all delighted.
They looked at Song Qingshu as if he was their own child. Now that they had seen him successfully take the top spot in the competition, they were shocked.
Everyone was naturally delighted.
"Qing Shu won!"
Song Yuanqiao and the others cheered.
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" The Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword is so terrifying!"
Daoist Kumu's eyes flashed with shock.
Now, he was able to unleash such a powerful force with just three swords.
If he had completely mastered the Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword, he really didn't know how terrifying it would be.
Taoist Master Changfeng looked at Yan Chongtian who was still in a daze and slowly shook his head.
"Sigh! It was no injustice to lose to this Eighth Sword Style!”
Taoist Priest Changfeng sighed.
He hoped that this failure would turn into the motivation for his disciple to continue moving forward!
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Outside the arena.
Yan Chongtian hadn't come back to his senses yet. At this moment, he was still afraid.
Just now…
He thought that he had almost died.
At that moment when his life was hanging by a thread, he could clearly feel death.
Even now, he still had lingering fears.
Yan Chongtian lifted his head and looked at Song Qingshu, who was on the stage, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu actually held back in the end.
Otherwise, not to mention being seriously injured, he might even lose his life under this attack...
He had actually been defeated so thoroughly!
Yan Chongtian looked at Song Qingshu on the stage with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
Yan Chongtian stood up and cupped his fists, then bowed to Song Qingshu.
"Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Brother Song!"
The expression on his face was extremely sincere.
Hearing this,
Shock flashed across the eyes of these third-generation disciples.
"Song Qingshu actually held back? How terrifying was the power of the three swords?”
"Senior Brother Yan calls Song Qingshu Senior Brother. Is this admitting defeat and acknowledging Song Qingshu's position as Eldest Senior Brother?”
"Could it be that the position of Wudang's Eldest Senior Brother has changed hands today?”
Everyone exclaimed.
At this moment,
Song Qingshu nodded.
Yan Chongtian was undoubtedly the best among the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect in terms of both strength and talent.
It was a pity that he had met her.
"Your talent is not inferior to mine! I look forward to the day when you can defeat me!”
Song Qingshu replied modestly.
After all, Yan Chongtian was a future top expert. He needed to be encouraged!
However, if he wanted to do it, he was afraid that it would be a little difficult…
Hearing this,
Yan Chongtian's eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit was ignited.
His talent was not weak. As long as he worked hard, he would definitely surpass Song Qingshu!
"Senior Brother Song! I will definitely work hard to surpass you!"
Yan Chongtian said firmly.
"I look forward to that day!"
Song Qingshu nodded at him.
Seeing Yan Chongtian's fighting spirit reignited, Song Qingshu felt gratified.
As expected of a genius, as long as he was motivated, he would be full of fighting spirit!
"They are all good seedlings of our Wudang Sect!"
Song Yuanqiao and the others praised when they heard that.
Looking at Yan Chongtian and Song Qingshu, they felt gratified.
"Qing Shu is extremely talented and has an extraordinary bearing.”
The three elders smiled and nodded.
Even Daoist Priest Changfeng looked at Song Qingshu with gratification.
"This old man's eyes were blind!" Taoist Master Changfeng thought to himself.
At this point,
The Wudang Tournament ended…
Song Qingshu was truly the leader of the three generations of disciples, and he deserved his reputation!
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