Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 352 Absolutely!
Song Qingshu once said that no one can draw a sword in front of him.

Just now Miejue Shitai stabbed with a sword, but was taken aside by the long sword, and she was also knocked unconscious by Song Qingshu, but she didn't know if she forgot what happened just now, or did it on purpose, Miejue Shitai struck down again with a sword.

"It's useless!" Song Qingshu said, "You can barely fight me without a sword, but if you use a sword, you can't even get close to me."

As Song Qingshu said, the long sword in Miejue Shitai's hand changed direction again, and went straight to the side.

Miejue Shitai said loudly: "I have been practicing swords for 38 years, when have I ever given up my sword?! Don't waste your time, come here and let me kill you with one sword."

Or, kill me with one sword!

This sentence was something Miejue Shitai failed to say.

I saw her holding a sword flower in Xinxin's hand. The sharp long sword was like a baby swallow in her hand, very obedient, and the sharp peaks of the cold light wandered back and forth between her five fingers, without hurting her a single bit.

Song Qingshu could tell that Miejue Shitai's hair cutting skills were indeed very high.

But, no use!
Still the same sentence, as long as Song Qingshu is unwilling, no sword can hurt him in the slightest.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a gust of bitter sword wind attacking him.

Turning around slightly, letting the sword wind blow past him, Song Qingshu looked at Miejue Shitai solemnly.

I saw her with a long sword in her hand, her body was like a swimming dragon, and the fine steel long sword seemed to have life, constantly flying around her.

The next moment, another sharp sword wind struck, and the speed was actually a bit faster than the sword just now.

This time Song Qingshu didn't hide, but looked directly at Miejue Shitai, letting the sword wind hit him a foot in front of him, and was suddenly blocked by something, and he flew away in an instant.

Before Song Qingshu had any reaction, another sword wind struck in front of him. This sword wind was sharper and faster than the previous two, and carried a faint chill.

Song Qing's expression remained unchanged, but the sword wind in front of him, or something that could be called sword energy, was not enough to make him change color.

There was a muffled "dong", like a breeze hitting an ancient clock.

That sword qi with a sharp chill, like the previous sword wind, smashed into pieces again one foot in front of Song Qingshu, but the sword qi was not dissipated like the previous sword wind. Instead, it turned into a series of fine sword threads, which stretched out in front of Song Qingshu's body, cutting out fine marks on the objects it touched.

"Good swordsmanship!" Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaimed, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Miejue Shitai's voice came: "【Mie Jian】!"

"it is good!"

In the next moment, another sword qi hit Song Qingshu's body in an instant. The chill of this sword qi was a little bit heavier and the speed was a little bit faster.

Song Qingshu understood that if this [Mie Jian] continued like this, it would take only a few strikes, and the sword energy would be extremely sharp, even as fast as lightning. explain.

"If you don't make a move, you won't have a chance to make a move again!" Miejue Shita said loudly.

Song Qingshu replied: "I want to see the last sword."

"it is good!"

In an instant, another burst of sword energy was scattered, and dense cracks began to appear on the mountain path under Song Qingshu's feet.

Yang Yaoqin and Zhou Zhiruo had retreated down the mountain as early as the second strike, hiding far away.

On the entire mountain road, there are only Song Qingshu and Miejue Shitai.

Everyone at the bottom of the mountain stared at the two people on the mountain road one by one, they were far away, but they couldn't hear their words, but everyone could see clearly that Miejue Shi Taijian was like a dragon, while Song Qingshu was Unmoving like a mountain.

But on the mountain road where the two were, there was a sound of breaking rocks one after another. I don't know who has the upper hand and who is stronger.

Zhou Zhiruo was extremely anxious, she came back from Mount Qingcheng after all the hard work, and she came here to persuade her master not to fight Song Qingshu, and Miejue Shitai had promised her that she would not do anything.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshan didn't even go up the mountain, so Miejue Shitai came down directly, and took the lead in attacking, killing him.

The other Emei disciples didn't know what Miejue Shitai was doing, but how could she, a disciple, not know that what her master used was the [Miejian]. She still remembered what the master said when he taught her [Miejian], Each [Mie Jian] is fiercer than the last, and each sword is faster and fiercer than the other. Moreover, each sword is more laborious than the other. With Zhou Zhiruo's current skill, he can use up to five swords. After five swords, his internal strength will be exhausted. If you still want to draw a sword at that time, you will overdraw your life until the oil runs out and the lamp dries up.

At that time, I also asked my master how many swords she could make.

The master's original words are: "A few swords can kill the enemy, and I can make a few swords!"

I have also estimated that the master can at most make about nine swords, and after nine swords, he will start to lose his life.

But now, the master has released five swords, ah no, six swords.

How many swords can she make?

"Master, what exactly do you want to do!" Zhou Zhiruo murmured to herself.

No matter what Zhou Zhiruo thought, the seventh and eighth swords of Miejue Shitai had already flown out from the mountain path at this moment.

And at the time of the sixth sword just now, Song Qingshu's protective qi had already been cut through, and the last aftertaste of the sixth sword also made Song Qingshu feel the pain for the first time in several years.

Of course, it's just pain.

"Master, from my observation of your swordsmanship, you can make twelve swords at most. After twelve swords, I'm afraid you will be exhausted." Song Qingshu said.

Miejue Shitai didn't answer over there, just flicked the seventh and eighth swords, one left and one right, towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, he underestimated these sword auras, at this moment, these two sword auras are extremely long and thin, like two spider threads, flying towards with a severe chill, wanting to cut everything on the way smash.

Even if I am myself, I am afraid that I cannot use my physical body to take these two swords.

The next moment, two beams of light suddenly flew out, flying straight towards the two beams of sword energy.

The four collided in the air, sending out two waves of air that spread towards the surroundings, leaving two deep cracks on the stone wall beside the mountain path.

The stone wall was already shattered, and now it was cut by an external force, and it couldn't bear it anymore. The broken stones were broken into hundreds and thousands, and fell to the ground with a splash.

"You're wrong. I can't make twelve swords, and I only have nine swords in this style." Miejue Shitai's voice came again, but this time, Song Qingshu could hear the deep exhaustion in her voice.

"This is the last sword, if you can't take it, let's go on the road together!"

After saying that, a shrill whistling sound suddenly exploded in Song Qingshu's ears, and even the people who were tens of feet away suddenly felt their blood churn and their spirits shook when they heard this sound.

The next moment, everyone suddenly saw Miejue Shitai soaring into the sky, and the long sword in her hand was shattered into pieces, leaving only a bare hilt in her hand.

I saw her roaring wildly: "Yitian!"

Then everyone saw that the originally thick cloud layer above her head was suddenly split by something, and a golden ray of sunlight fell down the hole in the cloud layer and shone on Master Miejue's body.

In Miejue Shitai's hand, the bare hilt was gone, replaced by half of the cyan blade.

"Yi Tian Sword!" Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed.

The next moment, Miejue Shitai suddenly turned her head and feet, and saw that she stretched out her arms, turned her body into a sword, and used the half of the Yitian sword pinched between her two fingers as the tip of her long sword, stabbing down from the sky. Write to Song Qing.

"Good come!"

"Look at me, [Broken Sword Style]!"

　Exterminator really needs a box lunch!

　　I can't bear to part with her!

　　After all, her appearance can be considered beautiful!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)