Song Qingshu muttered.
Yun Zhonghe suddenly had a bad feeling, and he recalled the flying sword that Song Qingshu had displayed earlier.
"Not good! Could it be that kid's move?"
Yun Zhonghe was shocked.
A hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
Previously, when he faced that kid's move, he could only rely on his qinggong to dodge it.
And now, it was here again?
Driven by this fear, the aura on Yun Zhonghe's body soared, and his footsteps quickened.
Yun Zhonghe only heard the howling of the wind in his ears, and his speed had already reached its maximum.
Amidst the howling wind, Yun Zhonghe suddenly felt a sense of confidence.
"With his current speed, I'm afraid no one can catch up to him. That kid can only watch helplessly!”
Yun Zhonghe was secretly delighted when he used his lightness skill to escape.
Song Qingshu looked at Yun Zhonghe, who was running away, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
Escape? Could he escape?
"Sou!"
The Life Ending Sword whistled through the air.
Although Yun Zhonghe was fast, Song Qingshu's flying sword was even faster!
Before he could even take a few steps, his heart was pierced through by the Deathly Sword.
Feeling the pain in his chest, Yun Zhonghe also lowered his head to take a look. He saw that the Fateless Sword had pierced through his chest.
"This?"
Shock flashed in Yun Zhonghe's eyes.
Under the intense pain, he also stopped, and a trace of unwillingness appeared in his heart.
He had already run so fast, but this kid…
Yun Zhonghe's eyes were filled with unwillingness. If he had known earlier, he would have fought him to the death.
He wouldn't have died so aggrieved.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Yun Zhonghe fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.
After being pierced by such a sharp sword, his life force had already dissipated.
Then, he died!
This scene was also seen by Wang Yuyan.
"So powerful!"
Shock flashed across Wang Yuyan's eyes.
Yun Zhonghe's lightness skill was outstanding, and he was famous even in the martial arts world. He was the third of the four villains.
But now, he was killed so easily?
Wang Yuyan looked at Song Qingshu with a strange look in her eyes. This young master was no ordinary young hero!
He had actually comprehended the legendary Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword and even completed the feat of killing a Xiantian expert at the Houtian realm.
The Eight Forms of the Famous Sword
As expected, it lived up to its reputation!
Looking at Song Qingshu's handsome face, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Wang Yuyan's face.
He still had to thank this young master.
If it had not been for him, she would have fallen into Yun Zhonghe's hands.
……
"If Young Lady is alright, I will take my leave first!”
Song Qingshu turned to leave.
Hearing this, a hint of panic flashed across Wang Yuyan's eyes.
"Young hero, please wait."
She quickly said.
Wang Yuyan had sprained her ankle when she was fleeing earlier. She wanted to get up, but she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.
If this young master left this place, it would be difficult for him to leave even if he stuck his foot out.
If he met any more evil people, there would not be such a kind-hearted young master to save him.
Feeling the pain, Wang Yuyan could not help but frown.
Seeing her expression and actions, a look of understanding flashed across Song Qingshu's eyes.
It seemed that Wang Yuyan had sprained her ankle just now.
Song Qingshu also walked forward to take off Wang Yuyan's shoes to examine them and treat her while he was at it.
It was not difficult to sprain one's ankle.
Song Qingshu placed his hand on Wang Yuyan's ankle and gently rubbed it.
In this situation,
Wang Yuyan blushed.
Her mother had said that a woman's ankles could not be casually shown to a man.
The person in front of him had saved his life.
If it was him, there should be no problem!
Thinking about it, Wang Yuyan's heart throbbed.
Feeling Song Qingshu's hand on her ankle, Wang Yuyan felt a strange feeling in her heart.
This was the first time she had come into contact with a man.
Looking at Song Qingshu's handsome face, the shyness on Wang Yuyan's face intensified.
"Thank you, young master. May I know your name?”
Wang Yuyan asked softly.
"I am Song Qingshu."
Song Qingshu replied directly.
Upon hearing this name, Wang Yuyan looked at Song Qingshu's face and repeated it twice in her heart, carving the name into her heart.
"Young Master, are you using the Eight Forms of the Famous Sword?”
Wang Yuyan asked softly,
Previously, he had already seen that Young Master Song was using the Eight Sword Styles.
She naturally had some thoughts in her heart when she spoke.
"Yes, sir!"
Song Qingshu nodded.
He was rather surprised by Wang Yuyan's foresight. With just a glance, she could recognize that it was the Eight Forms of the Famous Sword!
This Wang Yuyan was rather formidable.
Hearing Song Qingshu's reply, she said,
Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed with a bright light.
Since this young master in front of him was using the Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword, he would definitely not reject a famous sword!
Or rather, he must have a great desire for this sword…
"My humble abode has a famous sword that was left behind in the Mingjian Manor. I wonder if young master needs it. If you need it, Yuyan is willing to ask my mother to give me a sword to repay young master's kindness of saving my life.”
Wang Yuyan said softly,
Her eyes were filled with gratitude.
"Hmm? A famous sword!"
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up.
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