The Soft Palm could be considered the signature martial art of Wudang Sect. It used softness to subdue hardness and the weak to subdue the strong. It displayed the profound meaning of Wudang Sect's ability to use four taels to deflect a thousand pounds.
Among the ten core disciples of Wudang Sect, at least eight or nine of them were proficient in this palm technique.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng personally demonstrated this palm technique to fight against the enemy. Immediately, the group of Wudang disciples felt as if they were on a pilgrimage as they carefully comprehended it.
Whoosh!
The wind blew!
Zhang Sanfeng had white hair and a youthful face. His palm power was endless as he attacked Song Qingshu.
It was as if he was weaving a web. His cotton palm combined with Wudang's Lightness Skill Yunzong's ladder. He was erratic as he sent streams of zhenqi toward Song Qingshu.
Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that Song Qingshu's range of activity was shrinking.
Even though he was also using Cloud Ladder to dodge, he was still like a flying insect in a spider web. He was bound, and his range of movement was getting smaller and smaller.
" Qing Shu is about to lose." Song Yuanqiao's martial cultivation was the highest among everyone. He spoke at this moment.
"Big brother, don't worry. Master won't hurt Qing Shu.”
"To be able to compete with Master to this extent is already enough to be proud of.”
"That's right. Forget about people of the same generation, I'm afraid that even compared to us, Qing Shu's strength isn't much different.”
……
Song Qingshu did not hear the discussion of the Wudang Seven Heroes.
In fact, he was currently in a very special state.
He had naturally comprehended the profoundness of martial arts when he had listened to the Dao, but when Song Qingshu used it, it felt very awkward.
However, during the sparring session with Zhang Sanfeng, he could clearly feel the profoundness of those martial arts being absorbed by him at an accelerated rate.
He could feel that he was improving every minute and every second.
It wasn't an increase in strength, but an increase in battle experience. It was the control of these martial techniques. These were also the manifestations of combat strength!
Battle was the catalyst to increase one's strength. This saying was indeed true.
Zhang Sanfeng's Soft Palm finally reached its limit. The huge True Martial Great Hall was almost completely filled with palm energy.
There was only a small corner of land left for Song Qingshu.
Like a flying insect wrapped in spider silk, it was completely unable to escape at this moment. It was powerless to turn the tide.
Zhang Sanfeng's palm slowly pushed forward.
This palm seemed peaceful and powerless, but it carried an unstoppable force that cut off all paths of retreat.
"Qing Shu lost!"
"This is the last move of the Soft Palm--”
"Senior Brother Qing Shu should be proud to be able to last until the Ancestral Master uses this move.”
"In the future, Wudang Sect will definitely flourish in Senior Brother Qing Shu's hands!”
……
Whether it was the Seven Heroes or the other third-generation disciples, they were all astonished by Song Qingshu's talent and battle prowess.
But they still believed that Song Qingshu's defeat was certain.
After all, he lacked 80 years of battle experience. Even if he were to compete in the same realm, it was not embarrassing to lose.
At this moment, Song Qingshu's retreating figure came to a halt.
He suddenly stood still. As he opened and closed his eyes, a mighty sword will that could cut through the sky swept out.
Song Qingshu let out a soft cry as he faced the overwhelming palm strike. He then used his fingers as a sword and pressed forward.
Break!
At the same time, the Real Martial Divine Sword that was hanging on the high ground of the True Martial Hall seemed to have awakened.
The sound of the sword turned from light to heavy, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, piercing the clouds and splitting the rocks.
The dust on the scabbard was instantly washed away.
A sword light appeared in the human world like a divine light at dawn!
Clang!
This sword hum seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.
At this moment, the sword light seemed to have covered the sun.
When everything calmed down, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu stood facing each other.
An ancient and majestic divine sword was stabbed between the two of them. The palm that was originally omnipresent had been completely broken.
What replaced it was an extremely sharp sword intent that seemed to be able to cut open the entire True Martial Great Hall.
"This…This is the sword intent of the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords!”
Among the Wudang Seven Heroes, the sixth hero, Yin Liting, specialized in sword techniques and had the highest attainments in sword techniques.
At this moment, he was the first to recognize the sword intent and the sword technique that Song Qingshu had just displayed.
The sword move was not any of the 13 Swords of the Gate of God, but the sword intent was genuine.
"It's actually sword essence. Qing Shu actually comprehended sword essence!”
"Qing Shu has never been to Wudang Mountain, nor has he fought with any experts, but he has actually comprehended sword essence!”
"Since ancient times, those who have comprehended sword essence are all peerless swordsmen. The Wudang Sword has a successor!”
……
Sword intent was too ethereal for ordinary people.
The elite disciples of Wudang Sect did not understand what sword intent meant.
However, the Wudang Seven Heroes knew very well that even if they turned the Chinese martial arts world upside down, they might not even find ten swordsmen with sword intent.
Among them, there were also people like Zhang Sanfeng who lived in seclusion and He Zu Dao who didn't know if he was alive or dead.
Even if the sword intent he had condensed was not perfect, it was enough to show Song Qingshu's shocking potential.
In time, he would definitely become a peerless Sword God!
……
"True Martial Sword, are you unwilling to be left out?”
Zhang Sanfeng did not attack again after his Soft Palm was broken. His current state was a little strange.
Gently caressing the True Martial Sword, Zhang Sanfeng looked into the distance as if he was recalling something.
Song Yuanqiao also fell silent. As the first disciple, he was the first to follow Zhang Sanfeng and had witnessed many things.
Although he had not witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's rise, he had witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's most invincible period.
That year, Song Yuanqiao was still a child who was not even ten years old.
That year, Wu Yuan was established. Zhang Sanfeng was in his fifties, and the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God was famous in Jianghu.
That year, Guo Xiang of Emei passed away, and Heavenly Sword attracted the covetous eyes of countless forces.
Tang Sect, Ming Cult, Dark Mysterious Palace, Thunderclap Hall, Extraterritorial Vajra Sect…
A total of 39 powerful Postliminary Realm experts had gathered at the Emei Sect to seize the Emei Heavenly Sword and crack the secret that commanded the world.
Zhang Sanfeng went up to the Golden Peak of Emei alone and killed 37 top experts with his sword. Only two of them fled in defeat.
One of them was the Ming Cult's cult master, Yang Dingtian. Since then, he had been injured by the sword intent and hadn't recovered for decades.
The other was the Master of the Xuanming Elders, Taoist Baisang. Not long after he left Emei, he died of a sword wound and his ultimate skill was almost lost.
From then on, no other force dared to covet the Heavenly Sword of the Emei Sect.
Zhang Sanfeng's title as the world's number one was also as stable as Mount Tai, unshakable for the past 50 years.
Of course, Zhang Sanfeng was not completely unharmed in that battle.
Facing the siege of almost all the top experts in the martial arts world, he had used a secret technique to unleash his origin energy and had almost exhausted his vitality.
Before this battle, although he was over fifty years old, he still had black hair and white clothes. His face was as beautiful as jade, and his True Martial Sword Intent soared into the sky. No one in the Jianghu could stop him.
After this battle, he spent a night in front of Guo Xiang's tomb, grieving and grieving. He created the Silk Palm of Love, and the True Martial returned to its scabbard.
After so many years, Song Yuanqiao had grown up.
He gradually understood that in the battle that year, what his master had suffered the most was not his vitality, but his Dao.
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