"My son's talent is actually so powerful!”
Seeing Song Qingshu's performance on the stage, Song Yuanqiao could not help but nod his head.
It seemed that his son had spent a lot of effort on this basic sword technique.
Song Yuanqiao was a little surprised in his heart when he saw such a marvelous sword technique.
It was likely that he had to cultivate extremely hard to reach this level of basic sword technique.
He really didn't know how much pain Qing Shu had suffered because of this.
As expected of my son.
Song Yuanqiao's eyes carried a hint of gratification.
……
At this moment, the remaining Wudang Sect disciples on the stage had already lost their will to fight. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated by Song Qingshu.
The three elders shook their heads when they saw the Wudang disciples 'reactions. However, when they looked at Song Qingshu, they nodded.
These disciples were far inferior to Song Qingshu.
……
Although Song Qingshu hadn't finished his battle,
However, Yan Chongtian, Chen Sanqing, and Ling Xu had already won the other arenas.
They had also noticed the situation on Song Qingshu's side, especially when they saw Song Qingshu's performance in the arena. Everyone had different expressions.
Song Qingshu's sword was so sharp!
Chen Sanqing and Ling Xu's eyes flashed with surprise.
Song Qingshu's swordsmanship level was enough to surprise them.
Although Song Qingshu's talent was inferior to theirs, his swordsmanship was enough to make the two of them look at him in a new light!
Yan Chongtian, on the other hand, was unperturbed. He glanced at Song Qingshu with disdain.
Song Qingshu was still far inferior to them.
…………
They had played long enough, it was time to end it!
Song Qingshu looked at the few people on the stage who were at a loss.
The longsword in his hand was like a snake.
Those people wanted to block, but it was impossible for their swords to touch Song Qingshu's longsword.
With a flick of his sword, a disciple would be eliminated…
In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu was the only one left on the stage.
The third-generation disciples on and off the stage looked at Song Qingshu with admiration.
Seeing that Song Qingshu's swordsmanship had reached such a level, they were all convinced.
Yu Lianzhou and the others surrounded Song Qingshu with joy.
"Qing Shu! You've actually cultivated this basic sword technique to such a level. It can be seen that your talent is extraordinary!”
"Big Brother Song is probably secretly happy to see your performance.”
"You can even comprehend the Eighth Sword Style! I'm afraid your strength is far more than what you show!”
The few of them praised.
" I'm just cultivating diligently. I don't have any talent…"
Song Qingshu said humbly.
Yu Lianzhou and the others shook their heads.
To be able to comprehend the Eighth Sword Form and cultivate the foundation of the sword art to such a level was enough to show how outstanding Song Qingshu was.
At this moment, the three elders were looking over.
The three elders nodded their heads in satisfaction when they saw his attitude and behavior.
He was neither arrogant nor impatient in the face of victory, and he could still maintain a calm heart even after being praised like this.
Our Wudang Sect has really produced a good seedling!
The three elders were convinced.
This child would definitely have great achievements in the future…
……
Very soon,
The eight arenas ended their battles one after another.
"I'll take a break midway!"
Song Yuanqiao announced loudly.
Whether it was the disciples who participated in the competition or those who did not participate, they all heaved a sigh of relief and rested.
"The competition continues!"
Song Yuanqiao immediately announced loudly.
Then, he explained the rules of the upcoming competition. They drew lots and divided the competition into four pairs.
The disciples who had won the arena battle earlier had burning fighting spirit in their eyes.
Then, they went on stage to draw lots.
After drawing lots, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up.
He actually drew Spirit Void.
Those third-generation disciples all gathered around and learned that Song Qingshu had drawn Spirit Void.
"This Ling Xu is the disciple of Yu Sanxia! He had obtained the true teachings of Martial Uncle Yu! His mysterious saber technique was incomparably profound!”
"Senior Brother Ling Xu is calm and low-key, but his strength is definitely outstanding among us third generation disciples!”
"It's actually Senior Brother Lingxu. I'm afraid Song Qingshu will have to admit defeat this time.”
"Ling Xu's strength cannot be underestimated. That Song Qingshu is far inferior to him!”
The gazes of the third-generation disciples wandered between Song Qingshu and Ling Xu. They could not wait to see their match.
One of them had learned the famous Eight Strokes of the Famous Sword, while the other had a reputation for his mysterious saber technique.
"I really don't know which is stronger, the Eight Sword Style or the Mysterious Bladesmanship?”
"So what if the Eighth Sword Style is strong? That Song Qingshu was definitely no match for Senior Brother Lingxu!”
"I also support Ling Xu. After all, Senior Brother Ling Xu once killed a Xiantian expert!”
In the eyes of these third-generation disciples, Song Qingshu would probably lose to the leader of the Spirit Void in this competition.
Although the Eight Sword Styles was extremely famous, Ling Xu had once killed a Xiantian expert.
How could Song Qingshu be his match?
……
"Sigh! He did not expect Qing Shu's opponent to be Ling Xu.”
Song Yuanqiao's eyes carried a hint of worry.
"This?"
Yu Lianzhou and the others also frowned.
It was likely that Song Qingshu would have a hard time winning this match…
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