The spotless and clean Taoist robe was now in tatters.
Jiang Wuchen, who was ranked fourth in the Wudang branch, was pale. Even the blood at the corner of his mouth was black. It was a symptom of the cold poison attacking his heart.
It could be said that the cold poison had acted up to such an extent that even the Xuanming Elders themselves would not be able to detoxify him.
At this moment, this disciple's situation was extremely bad. He staggered and could fall at any moment.
However, his gaze was exceptionally firm and unyielding.
"Haha, shameless old thief, do you think that Wudang Sect disciples are afraid of death?”
"To tell you the truth, while I was pestering you, Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother had already informed Young Sect Leader to let him leave.”
"My life was saved by my master. Now that I'm returning it to my master's only son, it can be considered a worthy death, hahahaha!”
The killing intent in He Biweng's eyes solidified.
He had never thought that a mere Wudang disciple would have such courage and strength of character. It was really annoying.
"Go to hell!"
The cold air in his hand condensed into a solid form. He Bi Weng suddenly struck out with his palm and hacked at Jiang Wuchen.
The power of this palm was shocking. If it really fell, even steel could be slapped, and even green stones could be smashed into pieces.
Jiang Wuchen slowly closed his eyes and gave up completely.
However, at this moment, He Biweng felt the hair on his back stand up, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.
Decades of experience in the martial world told him that if he continued to strike with this palm, he would very likely die.
He Bi Weng chose to believe his own feelings. He suddenly retreated.
In the next second, an ancient divine sword tore through the air and stabbed into the empty space where Crane Brush Weng had been.
Obviously, if He Biweng hadn't dodged just now, this sword would have pierced him.
" Good boy, how dare you sneak attack me." He Bi Weng narrowed his eyes, emitting dangerous light.
However, after seeing the appearance of the ancient sword, He Biweng smiled.
"Haha, True Martial Sword?"
He had already guessed the identity of the person who had come. The young man in green who was walking toward him was his target-Song Qingshu!
" Good boy, you know I'm here, yet you still dare to stay." He Biweng stared at Song Qingshu and smiled." Didn't Zhang Sanfeng tell you to run away if you meet me down the mountain?”
Song Qingshu shifted his gaze from Jiang Wuchen to He Biweng.
"Grandmaster has the same temper as me. He never remembers a defeated opponent, let alone the disciple of a defeated opponent.”
This plain sentence made Brush Crane Old Man so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices.
"Good kid, your mouth is tough enough. I wonder if you can still be tough after all the torture!”
Jiang Wuchen was on the verge of tears as he watched Song Qingshu provoke He Biweng.
Speaking of which, there was something wrong with the script!
According to those storytellers, shouldn't you be running for your lives with tears in your eyes and spreading my glorious deeds throughout the martial world in the future?
How come I've been fighting for so long now, but you guys didn't run for your lives and even came to bicker with me?
He was courting death!
Did I get beaten up for nothing?
"Young Sect Master, why didn't you run away?" Jiang Wuchen asked bitterly.”
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes.”
Jiang Wuchen was so touched that tears were about to fall.""Young Sect Master, the cold poison has already attacked my heart. There's no way to save me. You don't have to put yourself in danger for me!”
Song Qingshu sighed." You're thinking too much. I really didn't do it to save you. I just wanted to slaughter an old dog."”
Jiang Wuchen was speechless.
" Hehe," He Biweng sneered." What an arrogant tone. Even if Elder Zhang was here, he wouldn't dare to say that he could kill me. You?"”
Song Qingshu glanced at He Biweng.”
When it came to bickering, He Biweng was no match for Song Qingshu.
With just two or three sentences, he was so angry that he was fuming. His inner qi went astray and he directly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This old man is so angry. Stinky brat, you have a sharp tongue. See if this old man won't pull out your teeth!”
With anger in his heart, the might of the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm of He Biweng became even more ferocious.
A ball of extremely cold black palm Qi condensed in his palms and struck toward Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu used the Wudang Cloud Ladder, and his figure instantly disappeared from where he was. With a leap, he appeared on the roof.
Song Qingshu, who had cultivated the Cloud Ladder to the Super Perfection Realm in a single round of Qinggong, was unparalleled in the world.
Perhaps in this world, only Zhang Sanfeng and the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao could compete with Song Qingshu in terms of speed!
"If you have the ability, don't dodge!"
Song Qingshu's speed made He Biweng's pupils shrink, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
He knew very well that with Song Qingshu's qinggong, if he wanted to escape, he would most likely not be able to stop him.
"Young Sect Master, don't fall into this old thief's trap," the three Wudang disciples quickly said.”
"That's right, old thief, how old are you? You're bullying the young and you don't allow the young sect master to hide? How shameless!"
"Haha, you're not allowed to dodge? Should I just stand there and let you hit me?”
……
The three Wudang disciples kept mocking him, causing Brush Crane Elder's face to turn green. He was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
If not for his fear of Song Qingshu's speed and his sneak attack, He Biweng would have killed the three brats immediately.
Song Qingshu stood proudly on the roof, the domineering look in his eyes growing stronger."Not dodging?"
"Alright, then I won't dodge!"
A monstrous sword essence was released from his body, rushing into the sky and shattering the clouds. He Bi Weng was so shocked that his face changed.
"The rumors in the martial world are true. Did you really comprehend sword intent?”
Very quickly, this shock turned into thick killing intent."You comprehended sword essence at such a young age. In the future, you'll become an old Daoist Zhang. I can't let you live!”
He circulated his power to 120%, and with a long roar, he struck out both palms at Song Qingshu.
At this moment, he truly had the intention to kill Song Qingshu. He didn't plan to keep him alive for interrogation, but only wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
Song Qingshu took a deep breath and circulated the Sky-Devouring Demonic Power at full speed.
A vast black sun rose behind him, carrying a domineering aura that could swallow the ages and look down on the sky.
His right hand formed a sword and pointed at the sky.
Sword!
In an instant, a sword hum pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, resounding throughout the world.
The True Martial Sword seemed to have gained sentience as it shot up from the ground. It turned into a stream of light and was held in Song Qingshu's hand.
"Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God-Sword Opening the Gate of Heaven!”
Song Qingshu shook his wrist slightly, and the True Martial Sword turned into hundreds of sword lights, shooting straight at all the major acupoints in He Biweng's body.
At this moment, He Biweng felt that he was not facing a rising star in the first sky of the Houtian realm.
He felt like he was facing a Sword God.
A peerless Sword God who could make people unable to resist and unable to look directly at his sharpness just by relying on his aura!
At this moment, he was facing Song Qingshu's domineering sword intent.
He Biweng seemed to understand the battle at Mount Emei fifty years ago.
Why did his master lose?
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