In Song Qingshu's eyes, although the three's joint attack was exquisite, it was not without flaws.
Moreover, after fusing the two great protective divine arts with the Sky-Devouring Demonic Power, Song Qingshu's current defensive power did indeed have the confidence to not be afraid of being besieged?
Song Qingshu had no intention of dodging and continued to attack Zong Weixia with all his might.
At this moment, Zong Weixia had already circulated his true essence. He believed that with the power of the Seven Injuries Fist, if Song Qingshu dared to take it head-on, he would be severely injured even if he did not die.
Moreover, it was a joint attack from three people. The power was not as simple as one plus one!
However, to his surprise, Song Qingshu did not dodge or dodge, and also threw a punch at him!
Octane Blast!
This was a head-on clash between the Seven Wounds Fist and the Octane Blast!
However, the strength of the cultivation technique was secondary. The key was still to see who was using it!
"Boom!"
A terrifying energy tide surged in all directions, causing the onlookers to stagger.
Everyone could see that Song Qingshu was hit by the three elders of the Kongtong Sect at the same time he hit Zong Weixia.
His body moved slightly and he took two steps back!
……
"Hmph, this kid doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He actually dares to challenge the three elders of the Kongtong Sect!”
"That's right. Let alone the combined attack of the three old men, even if he were to take the attack of any one of the three old men head-on, it would be enough to kill him!”
The heroes discussed animatedly, but it was clear that none of them were optimistic about Song Qingshu.
Some of the Kongtong disciples were especially proud of themselves.
"A mere Song Qingshu dares to challenge my Kongtong Sect? He'll suffer this time!"
"Don't look at how he doesn't seem to have any reaction now, but after taking a punch from the three great sect masters, I'm afraid that his internal organs have already been severely injured.”
"Didn't you see that the kid didn't move? This is obviously an internal injury!"
……
However, was that really the case?
Song Qingshu didn't move. Had he really suffered internal injuries?
No, obviously not!
As these people discussed, Song Qingshu gently squeezed his wrist and smiled.""Not bad, you have some strength."
What the hell!
What was he saying?
Everyone looked at Song Qingshu as if he was a fool. Could it be that this guy had suffered internal injuries to his brain?
He actually said that the joint attack of the three sect masters of the Kongtong Sect only had a little bit of strength?
The dead duck was stubborn!
However, just as they were about to voice their doubts again.
Zong Weixia, who hadn't moved, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward!
His entire body was like a lump of rotten meat, limp and powerless.
The inner strength contained in the Grade 8 Blast had already erupted. Zong Weixia's physical strength could not withstand it at all.
"Second Brother, what happened to you?"
Guan Neng turned pale with fright. The three of them clearly had the absolute advantage in the previous attack!
The three of them had attacked Song Qingshu together.
Although Song Qingshu had relied on his strange movement technique to neutralize a small portion of the fist force at the last moment, he had still taken the combined attack of the three of them head-on.
Among the three of them, only Zong Weixia and that kid exchanged a punch that was neither light nor heavy!
What, what was going on?
Song Qingshu, who should have been severely injured, acted as if nothing had happened!
Instead, the second brother, Zong Weixia, vomited blood and fell to the ground!
Who could explain what had happened?
"Ah…"
A scream was heard, and Guan Neng and Tang Wenliang finally saw it clearly.
Zong Weixia's arm was completely twisted, revealing his white bones.
The skin that was exposed outside of his sleeves was dripping with blood. Just looking at it made one's heart jump.
"Boss, my, my hand is crippled.”
Zong Weixia was in extreme pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
How was this possible?
Song Qingshu was clearly attacked by the three elders of the Kongtong Sect, but not only was he unharmed, he even crippled the second elder of the three elders, Zong Weixia?
……
"Dammit, Song Qingshu, I'm going to kill you!”
The Seven Wounds Fist was extremely powerful, but at the same time, it also had a huge backlash on him.
As the saying goes, the Seven Wounds Fist, once practiced, one would hurt oneself first if one wanted to hurt the enemy!
Therefore, the five elders of the Kongtong Sect would usually not use the Seven Injuring Fist when they were fighting with their enemies.
Even if he had to use it, he would rarely use it at full force.
After all, once they used their full strength, they would be the first to be injured!
At this moment, Guan Neng was furious when he saw that the three of them couldn't do anything to Song Qingshu and Zong Weixia was heavily injured.
At the same time, he had a true understanding of Song Qingshu's strength for the first time.
He knew that if he didn't use his full strength, he would probably be doomed in this battle.
"Boom!"
Guan Neng seemed to be hurting himself, but his fist hit his own body first.
In an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, this was not the end. Immediately after, he punched himself several times in a row.
When Song Qingshu saw this, he knew that Guan Neng was using the secret technique of the Seven Wounds Fist. He was going all out.
However, the scene of such self-harm made Song Qingshu say disdainfully,""What? Even if you know you're wrong, you don't have to hurt yourself like this!”
His indifferent tone made Guan Neng even more agitated.
"Brat, don't try to be glib with your words. Today, this old man will help Perfected Zhang clean up the scum of the pugilistic world like you!”
"Haha, what a scum of the pugilistic world. Forget it, old thing, you make your move!"
Song Qingshu stood with his hands behind his back, disdaining to argue with him.
From the very beginning, the five elders of the Kongtong Sect had been leading the way, not giving Song Qingshu much of a chance to speak.
Just from this point alone, Song Qingshu could already tell that Kongtong Fifth was probably the one who was looking for trouble with him, and not his own actions.
He had already gotten the answer he wanted.
Guan Neng took a deep breath. He knew that he couldn't give Song Qingshu a chance to speak.
A quick battle!
"Brat, give me your life!"
Guan Neng roared and shot toward Song Qingshu.
Every step he took actually cracked the ground.
It could be seen that he had already erupted with his full strength.
However, Song Qingshu remained calm. He didn't dodge or dodge, and instead waited for Guan Neng to arrive!
Just as Guan Neng was about to hit Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu finally moved.
The True Martial Sword was in Song Qingshu's hands, but he still didn't use it. It was as if he didn't think Guan Neng was qualified to let him use the sword.
Song Qingshu held his sword in one hand, and with the other, he unleashed another Octane Blast!
Boom!
The two of them took a few steps back.
With every step Song Qingshu took, his footsteps seemed to grow heavier.
At the last step, it actually shattered everything within a few meters of him.
Countless rocks cracked and dust rose.
Guan Neng, on the other hand, seemed to be moving more and more nimbly with each step he took. At the last step, it was as if he was walking normally.
On the surface, this attack seemed to be the one that had the advantage.
After all, he looked relaxed on the surface.
But in reality…
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
After three breaths, Guan Neng spat out a mouthful of blood like Zong Weixia. He couldn't hold on any longer and knelt on the ground.
His arm was drooping, and his distorted appearance was shocking.
Song Qingshu patted the dust off his body and said disdainfully,""Your strength is not bad. You're a little stronger than before.”
"Unfortunately, it's not enough!"
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